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Written by Melissa
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Thursday, 20 November 2008 |
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Sometimes, we are looking for answers outwards. In fact, the true answers exist in our hearts already. We need to dig deep and find what we really want. Life is still going on and nobody knows the result yet. How many times can we press restart and reload from the very beginning.
Do not want to talk; do not want to be exposed in the day light; want to be left alone; want to be really quiet, for some time. This time, I am so determined to leave all my question marks behind and be as simple as possible.
For those valuable things, if they are valuable assets, they will be valuable all the time; if they are not, it is time to move on. For those opinions, people change their minds all the time. The most important thing is not what you look like in other's eyes but it is what you truly are. For those biased ones, time will tell.
Fortunately, have something to be really busy with in my hibernation period.
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 20 November 2008 )
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Written by Melissa
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Friday, 07 November 2008 |
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COSTA cafe is around the corner and the only Goth I have met since I left the uk is at the airport in Sh. Black nails, tattoos, black lips and of course, black clothes with hot pink accessories, she walked with the wind blowing from the other side as if she walked out from the magical world. Me, likey.
It has been raining and pouring and raining for days and weeks. When it is the gloomy morning and I have to set off for work in my damp clothes, me, no likey. When it is the weekend and I can stay inside with my music and lamp on. And dad and mum are arguing in the sitting room, the crabs are crawling about in the kitchen sink. Me, likey, very much.
My English has stepped backwards and backwards. When I rang the uk, sub-b-b-scription, me, no likey. There are many copyright free English books around on the market, RMB 10 for a thick and heavy novel. Me, likey, feeling a little bit guilty though,
This is Shanghai. And I am a migratory bird resting.
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