It’s the second time that I have been to Shanghai. About seven years ago, for the first time I stepped my feet on this City. It was the darkest time of my life and I still remembered that that day I locked myself in the hotel’s bathroom crying. I was scared, frustrated and devastated, scared that I might have made the biggest mistake of my life, frustrated at the naked truth that I had been helpless about it, and devastated at the merely thought of the years that stretching into that unknown future. Later, after I managed to come out and school my expression into something presentable, I took a quick tour of this city. However that visit remained forever foggy to me. I could mask myself, but I could not fool my heart. My soul was leaking. Visions and memories about that visit were always blurred by tears.

Seven years later, now I came to Shanghai again. Everything was different, no, it was not like that. Perhaps nothing has really changed but I am a different person now. Seven years ago, I was nothing but a lost, coward girl, seven years later I have matured into a grown-up. My life was far more perfect, but I am capable of handling it now.

Encounter in the Air

Time on the plane was always perfect for curling up with a good book. This time I brought Spell Highlander. I turned the page, and soon I was drawn into a world full of magic, time travel and hot passions. The next thing I found was that during these two hours, L already hooked up with the guy next to us. Good Girl! After we landed, he insisted to give us a ride to the hotel. He was very gentlemanlike and took my bag for me. However, born in a generation that cynical and disenchanted are basically rooted in the bones, I found an excuse and carefully got my bag back. OK, I might have trusting issues, but he was a stranger and it seemed not to be wise to lay the guard down. Still for L, I hope something would come out of this encounter!