Journalist

Lately, I talked with a new friend named Cheery, I told her many things thats I haven’t told anyone in these lately days. It’s strange, just like an old man, and reveals his story to a child, or shares the secret with a stranger. I am still struggling, and living with difficulty every day. And i don’t know when the day is, the day i cant endure it anymore and give up to fight The Devil Who Is Dressed In Blue.

Simultaneously, I feel tired of many things. Things I see in the street or watch or listen in this world everyday. The relationship, the living, the sentiment. Sometimes the feeling get strange, as if you stand in a beach alone, and every one is in another beach elsewhere. I feel tired to write in Chinese, my mother language.Though I have the great skill, but lately I seldom to write in Chinese and I don’t know the reason.

Perhaps I am just feel tired, for many things, and disappointed by them. But I am not “unhappy”. Conversely I guess i become more sociable, and the grotesquely self - confident always take over me when I stay with those earthlings. Of cause I don’t hate them, I don’t hate people only due to their stupidity, its not fair to them. But I don’t want to spend too much time on them. Just HI AND BYE is enough. Life is too short, I only want to communicate with those talented and pretty person. Is that too arrogant? No, I always think that I am being too kind to others.