To feel, to observe, to dream, to criticize, those are the things that I am good at. Today, I wish that I’ve learnt how to find pleasure in details, how to enjoy the moment, doesn’t matter it’s a grande Caramel Macchiato, or dinner in Chez Panisse, or a relationship. My meaningful moment exists while there is only me and the thoughts. The foreplay is always hotter than the action…once I got my everyday coffee, the love, the Piaget watch, the new job…all the meaningful things turn out to be meaningless. Maybe because I never really enjoy my possession, maybe I keep collecting the wrong things, sadly I am not really sure what goes wrong. One thing for sure, I keep looking for anything, everything to fulfill my desire, with the hope that in the end, the emptiness won’t buries me, leaves myself even poorer than the previous moment. If not, I have to start searching again.