I could not type Chinese with this PC.
I still remember the words for me from one of my former classmates. it says, the most honest friend is longliness.
Actually, I could ignore whatever other said, but I could not ignore my life. In common sense, a friend in need is a friend indead. When I am longly, I don't need longliness, even though it's honest, it's not a friend indeed. However, it's with me when I am longly, when everyone left me. Put it another way, longliness dismisses my friends to make me longly.
From time to time, I am alone. However, it does not follows that I am longly. When I am alone, I am always with a computer, or a cup of coffee, or a book, or a daydream. My honest friend rarely have a chance to be with me. The assumption is it's there anytime. But where is it from? I create it? If so, I myself is the one to blame. But it's unfair! ...............
I am honest, frankly, as I know, to others and to myself especially when I feel comfortable to be in this way. I also like anything honest when I feel it's agreeable with me. So, anything wrong? I have a dream, that is: nothing is wrong.
