Actually I prefer to describe things in Chinese for that'll be easier for me and for friends to feel. Nevertheless, whenever I type Chinese in Windows Live fucking Writer, it'll blink blink without a damn rest. And that's also one of the reasons I haven't updated this shit for so long time.

I like me when I'm kind of drunk. I fully understand why many people enjoy these various parties and drinking stuff. And I admit that hanging out could get me much more fun than staying stupid within my room. Some girl had told me that the rosé is better than red wine or white wine, but it was damn bitter when I tried it the day before yesterday. And I think red wine is much more tasted. However, this is nothing about why I found the don't-trust-a-woman-that-easy-again apothegm. Of course there are good women and bad women, as there are good guys and bad guys. So my apothegm could just be a warning when things are going on. And warning, for every fucking mortal, is quite helpful and necessary.

Someone said to my she didn't trust in love and her career would be the only one that belongs to her. Sorry for her. Something, or someone, you don't trust would never trust you. I'm still faithful for love and for relationships, and just with more cautiousness.

Career, in the opinion of someone who is like me, would be a means to make money. And money, I have to admit, is much more useful than you could imagine. I'm not a mammonist, but if I could be perfect calm when spending the hundreds of euros I won't say the "money is truly necessary" rubbish. There are several kinds of shopping, but for me for now, what I do is the kind that you have to focus on your taste and the quality, as well as the price of the products. And if I could focus on just my taste and the quality of the products, I would surely get more fun on it.

I was so fucking tired after the nearly-six-hour-walking-and-shopping. So I fell into a nap as soon as I got back to my place, leaving the window open. I heard some really weird sound while sleeping and I forced my eyelid to open to find out there is a bird with a yellow beak standing outside the window. I stared at it until it flew away, and I continued the nap. After, I don't know how long, a while, I felt something was touching my leg, and the first thought in my mind is the bird with the yellow beak. I sprung up with a really really loud yell.

I got a eye contact with my neighbor's cat, who is totally freaked out. Although I'm very sorry for the sudden yell, I think he (or she, I haven't got that surely) got hurt eventually. Until now, he (or she) still sometimes came to my room from the window, but stayed much shorter time, avoided getting in my bed, and with more cautiousness.

I think he (or she) just need more time.