Since I
have foresight predicted my words
may fail me at the an exact moment someday, I
decide to force myself write down a journal, just
like what I used to do when I was still proudly
named under the catalog of
girl.
On the subway returning
home, I read popular magazine, I listen to the pop music kept in my
ipod 80G, I glance over the crowd, I stand still like no one could
disturb. My ears are shut for criticasters, my eyes are widely open
for surprises.
People have secrets
deeply buried, some are happy while some are definitely not. You
can't observe through the eyes,
because surface deceive
themselves as well. From that point I have to
admit I am so lucky to be a bad cheater. Never hide from you. What
you see is the all to me.
When my dear girlfriends
and I hang out, gossiping and shopping,
dinner or afternoon tea, we share the secrets and
happiness. Though somehow
we look like desperate
girlfriends, speaking fast and loud, actually no one
but us know what we are really talking
about, the words behind the lines
and the jokes, are the precious gift in the
friendship.
Ok, writing practice is
over for today. Hope you understand it and forgive me for the
wrong-spelling words as well
as confusing grammer.
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