The Wanderer

"How fast the seasons change And we don't even realize... We must make the most of life, Coz we are all running out of time..." Three years in Shanghai today. P.S.: Lyrics from a friend's song

As another close friend leaves Shanghai today, it reminds me of my old theory that Shanghai is like a huge hotel: you meet people for a while - by the pool or the coffee shop - spend some time together and then eventually they will check out and move on; and you know you will too.... And I can't even begin to describe the people I have met (wanderers, adventurers, vagabonds, war veterans, cancer fighters, dreamers, devotees, artists, musicians, writers, readers, ones so enthusiastic about life that it is contagious, the right amount of weird, an extra bit of crazy, witty ones, sarcastic ones...from all over the world) and the conversations we have shared - as if each person was a book to be read, and there minds countries to be explored.... And all you will have is a limited amount of time together - maybe you will get a chance to form a deep bond, maybe not; there will be some that won't keep in touch, some will go beyond all gaps to do so; Whatever it is, it is right her

My friends love my Facebook life. And I, theirs. Do we like each others' real lives though ?

My mother is a blackhole of objectivity. (because when it comes to her babies, she is all emotions and no objectivity.)