My shoulder hurts. Got a bit too adventurous during my bike ride yesterday and fell. That's what happen when there's no one to stop me from doing dumb things. I told my bro but I think he was too heart broken to pay attention. Poor bro, we talked for two hours on saturday night when I decided to give him a call. He must be very upset if he can talk non stop for that long. I really felt bad for him, though I can't help smirking from time to time because he was talking about his feelings. We never talk about feelings. It was a little bit funny, but mainly sad. Poor guy. She was suppose to his happy ending. It breaks my heart a little bit when he asked me what should he do. He's the big brother, he always knew what to do. Hopefully it'll work out.
[12:51:05 AM]: I just realized I'm the kind that likes to keep old letters. [12:52:17 AM]: the sentiment of writing a letter, doesn't matter what kind, it takes effort.. [12:53:44 AM]: there is something incredibly moving about someone willing to go through all those trouble to tell you something, trivial or profound, especially when you re-read it years later and realize that the sentiment no longer exist. I was digging through store room boxes looking for some old course notes from undergrad. I accidentally discover some old letters and read through them. When I went on skype I said this. I wasn't sure if felt precious because 1) no body writes real letters anymore, 2)it marked a completely different time point in our lives where the sender find the need and the right to share whatever it was, with me, or 3)the realization that I actually got to hold on to something that I lost. Probably all of the above, depending on who you are. I wonder if anyone out there kept the let...
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