I haven't written any journal for so many years!
I always thought, there was nothing worthy to be recorded in my life. Every day is just so plain and tedious.
Maybe I should change my eyes,
Because someone said, if you have beautiful eyes, you can see something beautiful.
I guess my eyes are not beautiful at all.
It is from my gene, mournfully!
Even I went across the sea, from south to north, to even northern.
I still think there is nothing in my life that should be recorded.
Do they have a more wonderful life?
Do they enjoy their life much more than me?
Do we see the same world?
I am trying to find a song with "c'est la vie" in its lyrics.
I believe that is a song from My Little Airport.
But it seems like I am wrong.
I failed to find it in every song from them.
Is "c'est la vie" a compliment to life?
Why do I just feel resigned?
just want to sigh?
But that is the indirect reason why i would choose to write down a journal again,
and here,
in a strange website,
far away from me,
full of the language i don't understand.
When I am trying to find these lyrics, I do a lot of miserable searches on Google,
and I found someone who was writing journals on the website using this name.
I can't help reading a lot of her blogs.
I see her joy, tiredness, sorrows, and her daily life.
She is so beautiful and lively, in her pictures alone, with her friends, and in her notes, recording her life, and her thoughts.
She started writing journals on this website in 2009.
Oh my god
It is already 13 years ago!
it evocated me of my 2009.
I am still in primary school.
I have my childhood friend, who I haven't seen for many many years.
I fell in my first love, like a joke.
I lived, maybe as lively as her life.
She stopped the record in 2011.
I was thinking, where would she be now? what would she be doing? Is she married? Is she falling in love? Does she become someone's wife or parent? What is her job? Is she happy or not?
I didn't know her before, I hadn't met her ever, but in a moment, I felt I was so close to her.
would someone feel close to me when they see my blogs, i hope it's on many many years later.
would I still be alive? would I still be miserable? or would I feel proud of myself at that time?