I am about to embark on a wonderful trip of finding myself by writing this personal blog.

With me getting older and older, memories start to fade and sometimes twist. Strangely, I remember things from ten years ago and cannot recall what I did two hours before I sit in front of my Poker. (yep, I decided to call my computer Poker, isn’t that a cool name?) I began to realize how much I love Poker when he was sent to be repaired. He lost his memories now. Woo, I used “he” before I knew it. Hum…that could mean something.

It’s hard not to enjoy your life when you are in a sunshine state and surrounded by cute animals and flowers. I blame myself for not going out in a fine weather. Yet what I did most in the past year was sitting at home, chatting with Poker. Yes, I am what people called the stay-at-home type. Memories are so important that you need to create bright ones instead of dark ones.

I like writing in different languages, that makes me feel like playing – playing with the words. Words are brilliant creatures. They know you like you know them. They help you express hatred and love. They play with you and sometimes destroys you. But if you play with them carefully and smartly, they would become lovely elves leading your way.

Each language has its own rules and characters. They are floating in my head. By grabbing some of them and putting them together in a new order, I establish a brand new world only meaningful to myself. Well, hopefully you can sense this kind of joy in any possible way.

All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All things wise and wonderful

Have you seen these books written by James Herriot. To tell you the truth, I have bought them all yet haven’t read any of them.

—Momo Jin