From Paris to The Netherlands

Amsterdam , noon , rain ... A few Dutch writers ever described the rainy seasons in this country by giving some more beautiful-than-reality picture , they said : come to Holland , to enjoy the rainbows afterwards... However , the rainbows in this city hide themselves as well as possible ...

 Milan Kundera aside , I'm in love with this man , he tells all the stories in a harmless way , my nerves were obssessed , deeply...People like me should stop reading Kundera's , stop going to Cun Shang , stop Ziweigh ... they're heavy writers who easily make my life even heavier than it is now ... My Dad was shouting on phone , again "why you keep moving and moving?", but why not , I meant , I chose this life style when I still didn't know how to make a choice in life , then nowadays , it's a bit late to restart , losing the way to stop , long time ago ...

Another discussion with F , about Corsica , right , it has nothing to do with my life... I'm just in love with everything non-related to my life ...

Leaving J was another story ended up last week , I didn't even let him tell how he felt ... amazingly nice way of saying goodbye ... as we all know that it's really not a problem to be friendly and polite with the ones you don't love anymore , I didn't show any influences from this ending story , as non-romantic person , a funeral for dead relationship is just not necessary ...