Sometimes, I couldn’t find any word to write. There’s many things bothering me inside my head, yet I felt like running out of word. Actually I’ve got a lot on my mind, but it’s little bit hard to arrange. Just like a 2-year- old-kid learning how to arrange the word in his early year, I count the words one by one in order that they can come into nice order.

I’ve collected all diaries of mine that I’ve been working with during my life. I started to read and try to find, wondering if I could find something precious. Yeach, maybe they were precious for me in the past. But I realize that sometimes, a past memory is not more than just a painting. I can enjoy looking at it, but actually it’s not real. But still, I can benefit from it! It makes me smile again and learn about dos and don’ts in my life.

No matter what my diaries say about me 10, 5, or 3 years ago, one thing I love about them is THEY SHOW ME WHO I AM. All the writings I’ve made in my lovely diary have taken me to where I am now. Maybe I’m not really good at making sentences, but I know I always want to write… When I don’t know what to say, I’ll still know what to write.. I don’t even want to say anything; I just want to write…