April is gone

I know, I have “April History”. Always. I started this space someday in that month, a quiet spring night in shanghai with gentle breeze blowing through the window.

Before I came to Sydney, I named this space “G’s April Story” to memorize that April twisted with excitement and disappointment, changing me lot... People said I was blue in the space. Yes I was, I needed someplace to let me burst out. I wanted too much and I could not get them all. I was blue, in that gentle month.

In memory of that city, I sat in the Starbucks, sipping my coffee and watching people. People rushed from different directions, to different ends, expressionless. This was a busy city and emotionless city. I have to say that, because it is true. People in the city do not care about others. Nobody matters except for themselves. What a hell cold city!

People asked me what I thought about their girlfriends. Were they matching? Would they have future? Please… give me a break; I know how the story goes in TV show. But in the reality, I never get it right. What I can do is to wish you all best. If you, in return, want to wish me all best. Thank you. But not in April, I am blue in April.

Last, my back hurts. My brain drained. Do not even give a shit to the stuff above.