liu jia dou zi

I’ve told you that my mind wonders lately, I’ve found myself reading my friend’s blogs more often now. A blog that really touched my heart is the blog written by my pen pal – liu jia dou zi. She is my fellow pen pal, we have been writing to each other since we were 17. We were so young back then, sharing dreams and thoughts. She wrote a lot about me in her blog, how my views and my opinions have effected her decisions and her life. It is amazing that things and thoughts that I have written in a letter can affect one’s life. Her nick name – Liu Jia Dou Zi was given to her by me when I was 17. Life was so simple back then, we tried hard to make our dreams comes true, but now….. we do realize and accept the fact that sometimes dreams do not come true and it’s no longer important to us if the dream has come true.,.. Because the most important thing is...at least we had the dream. Do u think the same?

May be I should write something about liu jia dou zi in my blog, I think. She is a lovely lady. We met each other few times after 1-2 years of writing letter to each other. I still remember our first meeting clearly. It was the “love at the first sight”..hahahaha, We have met a few times since then, we went for a trip together and we even planned to open a library and book shop together. We were so innocent and brave back then. Nothing could stop us dreaming and we did dream “big”. Haha.. I suppose 2 young girls working so hard to open their own little library can be classed as a big dream ;-) I am not talking about pure dreaming, we both did try to purchase some books by ourselves and source some second handbooks from friends and etc… but somehow for some reason she had to leave the country and continue her study to Taiwan.. Our dream died there and we did experience a period of time where we both found it hard and tried to avoid talking about the dream that we once had. I am glad we are both mature enough now that we can just laugh at it instead of feeling guilty towards each other.

Talking about our trip to Cameron highland, we were so poor that we couldn’t afford restaurant food. We can only afford cups of noodles at the bus stop in a cold night, it was awful but it was fun to have her around. I still remember clearly that we had a recorder on through out the whole trip; we recorded down our chat, the sounds of our surrounding and the sounds of the whole trip. It was amazing playing back the tape and listening to our chat and laughs… Thanks for giving me those memories, my good old pen pal.

Thanks, dou zi, I found the missing part of me in your blog. I saw the young and innocent me in those story that you wrote in your blog… you know what, somehow I find myself getting lost in the midst of the hustle and bustle life, I lost the urge to write down my thoughts, I lost my trust towards other humans, I lost the braveness to accomplish my goals, I lost my ability to dream…. BUT I found all these in your blog, I am not as innocent as I used to, but I think I can be as brave as I used to.. Thanks Dou Zi.. I can’t wait to see you again in May !! I will visit you in Melaka!!