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Thursday, December 08, 2005

What I found out from reading blogs that I have posted since September.

The first thing is that my English. I improved my English skill in (or outside of) this blogging, and I was upset when I read the posts that I wrote for 3 months. I do not want to read them actually. They sound so childrish and even I don't understand what the author wants to say....

This blogg also helped me understand myself a lot. I posted my concerns when I was in trouble. Although I did not specify what my problems were(since this is blogging), I certainly got to know why I was concerned and could develop my thoughts. This blog did help me out of the spiral of concerns.

Finally, I got to know some people online when I was in trouble and posting my concerns. They were always kind to me and helped me realize how to solve the problems that I had. I thought this blog world was a strange, wierd and mean world, where I could not express myself, but it was not true. I can talk about myself in this world.


This is why I appreciate that I had an oppotunity to start blogging in this class.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Who Stays in My Room?

One of my best friends finished schooling here and went back to her home country a few days ago.

It is sad but not too bad any more because this is not the first time that I loose someone close. I just remember good memories with her, like breakfast that I always ate with her and the nights that I studied with her.

As an international student, I often get to know people from outside of the U.S. as well. It might sound good that I have many friends over the world, but at the same time that means that I cannot meet them easily after we go home.

I have said good-bye to many people who I liked, and who liked me as well. And it is just sad and hurts because when some one leaves you, you loose a part of yourself, where the person used to dominate. The part you lost is calling the person.

We meet many people in our life, and all of them must leave eventually.

There is a room which have two doors. When we get to know someone, he or she comes in our room though one of the doors. We have good time together in the room, but when the time comes, they have to leave though the other door. They never can come into again after they left from the door of farewell.

I hope some one stays in my room. I don't know, but maybe I am being too reluctant to keep friends.

But forgive me now. I don't want to hurt myself by loving someone too much and leaving the person.