I know it is not supposed to be funny, but when i think of all of my dreams when i was a little girl, it never entered my mind that having a small garden would make me happy that much. Thought happiness would only come when I could go as far as one can go and achieve the greatest things that one can achieve. Turn out I am much of a normal person than I thought I was.

My advice for happiness? Buy a strawberry vine!

But I am home, finally.

And I feel happy, finally.

Within this year, there re things that remain the same, like I still write an okay kind of English and still speak it awfully. Or I'm still fat and short and cannot wear high heel shoes no matter how many times I've tried. But there are many things that have changed. Better or worse, I don't know! I just know for sure that I've changed, deep inside me, I ve changed - to a different person. I've tasted the most profound loneliness. I've learnt how to take care of myself, for instance, cook my own meals and eat them all no matter how bad they taste. Half of my dreams were broken. Half are still alive. I've learnt to face this world confidently, saying white lies to make others feel comfortable. I'm so bad at it. But I'm learning.

My eyes are worse because of heavy use of computer. Now I can't even read big signs on the street without wearing glasses. And yes, I no longer see this world so wide and wonderful as I saw when I'm 18. I've seen tons of people wearing nice dresses and driving gorgeous cars but also not less people trying to find the smallest things that they might take from the trash bins. At this point, I think I'm lucky enough. That's what life is. It's not fair and we get used to it.

Well, maybe I'm really getting more mature - which I've always wanted to become but never had an idea of how bitter it turns out...
To put all the fairy tales behind.
To be an adult.

Firstly, I am NOT white. Nor pretty. I'm nothing but an ordinary girl, like anyone you suddenly pass by on your way the other day, then forget about her within 1 second.

Secondly, I am not an old woman. Though sometimes I sound like I am. I have no wisdom and very little experience in life. In fact, I'm very short-tempered and childish. Yet I have to admit my choice of music and poems are classical. But it's just something about preferences and nothing related to age, isn't it?

Finally, about the question "Do you have BF?". Unfortunately it is quite a popular question so I guess I have to answer it at least once in order to never receive that kind of question again. The answer is Yes, I do. And I hope you understand the reason why I never write anything about it.

Okay, that's all about me. Hope you don't mind.