Strike

I have been in the States for a week, technically 11 days.
The mood is getting better, in the sense of that am not feeling sad anymore.

Wildwood is a fine city, i think I like it. Quiet, near the beach, friendly locals and fat sea gulls flying around. I like the sea, tho' am still pretty scared to get into it.

Work is tough, maybe its because that's my first job? I have no idea. Now i feel like to remain as a student.
Life is not easy, money is not easy to make, and scholarship and bond are actually not to bad.

I am leading a routine life, too routine that I can't get used to it; wake up around 8 in the morning n sleep no later than 1. drinking milk n cooking my own meals. I still smoke, not a lot but the weather is designed for it.

my skin are dry n clean, my body is getting thinner, I even stop using luxury facial treatments, instead i use the traditional Chinese lotion. Life is getting simpler n simpler, too simple that i feel fake.

was checking the news about China earthquake. Bitter. a disaster, indeed. I love my country that I can't just be "cool" as usual and ignore her pain. My motherland is crying and that strikes my heart. I feel helpless. I am doing whatever I can but I can't get the souls back. People are suffering, there are children looking for their parents, lovers who are aparted, lands that have disappeared.

we learn from the tragedy. we learn how to love.
we feel the pain we cry.
Tears make us stronger.