Yesterday morning I couldnt resist myself from opening my old blog posts written in 2002. I’m always drowning into it, never get bored, always smile and cry everytime I read it. It was written when I experienced a roller coaster love & social life, and I wrote it brutally honest, I think that what makes it interesting. Then I wonder, will I feel the same if I read my current blog in 11 years ahead? I’m not sure about that. As for now I have a very steady life, living happily with my lovely family, no roller coaster whatsoever. Not that I’m not thankful but for writing, all happiness and no drama makes it a bit flat, no? Then at night when I was strolling videos about Michael Buble in YouTube, I found an interview questioning “What happens to those tortured love songs when the singer finds happiness?” Michael Bublé said his marriage has been good for his heart, but not so good for his art. Sounds similar. And I found the right phrase for this: we are “boringly happy.” :))
January 20131 min read