The raining days drew shanghai to be a sad girl. the city was colored in grey and gloomy.

I, also in grey, white and black, as mush melancholy as the weather, rushed in the rain for the next subway.

I hate to take the metro in peak time, especially in raining days. the compartment smells stale with humidity and the odor of body. The scent draws us too close to escape. The offensive incursion of others' odor always makes me feel nervous.

Thanks to the crazy schedule, I can not remember the last time when I took the metro to the office in peak time. It seems that I'm always on the way to somewhere, either on the plane or on a taxi. To some extend, I love the feeling of "on the road". Traveling can be counted as kinda of utopian self-exile, a moderate isolation from the familiar surrounding.

When Olivia told me that she would went to Lhasa for 2 months' busniess traveling. I could not help imaging the beautiful sunshine in the altiplano. Yes, every one needs its own sun light shining around him. Because I need my shirts smell like the sunlight and breeze. And also, every one needs a journey to set himself free to taste the melancholy of "on the road".

What is growth? Have we really thought about it?
It is just the morning when you wake up, and find a gloden high heels besides the door, but you are certain that nothing happened to you last night. Then you stare at the closing door of your roomie and a super model comes out, astonishes you and then you will see what growth means by.
I like the opening of "grey's anotomy":
Remember when you were a kid, and your biggest worry was like, if you'd get a bike for your birthday or if you'd get to eat cookies for breakfast?Being an adult -- totally overrated. I mean, seriously, don't be fooled by all the hot shoes and the great sex and the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. Adulthood is responsibility.Responsibility -- it really does suck.Really, really sucks.
Speaking of suck, norhing is more sucker than life. When we were still a kid , we can have a lot of reasons to cheer ourselves up, and look forward to the curious life with the innocent eyes and the beautiful dreams. Kid never stop pondering the question What if we were growthing-up? Does it mean alcohol, vehicles, non-stop parties and great sex?
When we finally wear shirts and suits, having the dressing code to follow. We suddently realize growth does not simply mean no Mom's yelling and Dad's punishing. We have a lot things to face with; the apartment for shelter from rain and storm, the food to feed, the complicated emotional life that we are not ready for....Unfortunately, once you get past the age of suit and shirt. Responsibility doesn't go away.It can't be avoided.Either someone makes us face it,or we suffer the consequences. However, the helplessness of growthing up and the immaturity for materity make being a adulthood much more interesting. It is the confusing life that makes us forever young for adulthood and never ever know what growing-up means......