So sorry that I don't write a diary, a glance to the black one shows what a wonderful time I had before.
It reminds me all the things I almost forgot, and how I could be if I am young .
It makes me a bit sad of becoming old, I remember how excited I used to be from every little thing that happened in my life: from a Pagoda in the forbidden city to New York for the first time, coming from the airport at 5 AM, a movie of Torantino by myself in cinema Lev in Tel Aviv , a rice pot in the Korean restaurant near my dorm , the desert in Tibet and the river in Mongolia and the blond girl that gave me her number in the Subway of Berlin.
I was so optimistic and so pure,every little thing made me so happy and grateful, now I am so "cold" and cynical.
Wish I was young again...
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