OK, write something.

I don't blog as I don't have much to share these days. Today I persuade myself to sit in front of the screen to write something. My blogs have been watched by my parents, my alumni, my fellow colleagues, the friends and enormous anonymous guys. So admittedly speaking, someone can't write freely when he is placed under the spotlight and examined carefully. I'm more willing to write in English so fewer guys are reading this. Each time when I wrote stuffs, it reminded me about the possible reactions from the audience. The topics were deliberately chose. The words were castrated. It's less about my feeling but more about my daily life or something less relevant. What's the hell am I doing! After all, blogging is not diary-writing, but somewhat like marketing. OK, please bare a pity guy in blue to pour out his bad mood this time. I'm not satisfied with myself. The life can't be continued in this way.