WHAT?!

Oh my gosh! I was totally freaking out when I heard the news. The news was too unexpected, too surprising to be accepted. Like a movie plot, the there was a dramatic twist between you two. How could you? Wasn't that a little bit too fast? Were you really feeling that way? Or, had you really thought about it carefully? Oh gee! I was breatheless when I heard the news. You really are a fast minded person, aren't you? However, I cannot help concern about your future. Can you really make it work? Can you sustain the relationship? ......(I'm speechless.)

A Meal A Day

It is not that I'm on a diet. It is that I missed the time for breakfast and lunch. In other words, I overslept. I slept until noon that Dunkan came back from his lunch date. Maybe you would say, it is just the time for you to take your lunch. It's true. Nevertheless, I'm the kind of person who wakes up with no appetite whatsoever to have a meal. I can't just wake up and eat. Therefore, after I got out of my bed, I just sat in front of my table and read a novel. It was not until the hour-hand passed the number two did I start to feel the hunger in my belly. It is time to have my lunch. At two o'clock!

The Lantern Festival

The Jan. 15 of the lunar canlendar is the Chinese Lantern Festival. I went to Taopei city hall with Harrison and Yoyo and yoyo's friend to see the lanterns been displayed there. I was a little bit disappointed because the lantern there were not as pretty as I expected. There were only a line of lantern on the street side and they were quite small as a cat. I expected to see a huge shining lantern in the centre of the plaza. However, there was a big lantern there, but it was not beautiful at all! Not even close! It was just a big ball consisting of many little lanterns in the middle of the plaza. And when the show began, it just played an animation under the ball and changed its colors, that' s all. How disappointed I was!

What's worse? When we waited for the bus to go back to our school, we saw a bus which had a black boldface words 'Chengchi University' on its windows. And then we took on the bus, thinking about the hot bath we were going to have. However, it was the wrong bus to take. It did pass Chengchi University, but it would take at least fifty minites to get there! Much longer than the other bus takes. So, we had a long trip on our way back to the school. It was so long that my hip became sour and painful.

P.S. I LOVE YOU

This is a very heartwarming movie. I saw the trailer when I went to see Atonement, and I was overwhelmed by the plot immediately. How can a man be so sweat, so thoughtful. During his time in the hospital due to the dreadful brain tuner, he had planed to help his beloved wife start her new life after he died. He wrote letters to tell her that she had to continue her journey even without his company. He urged her to try something she wanted to do but didn't have a chance to. He showed his love for her and reminded her how they met, how the first kiss tasted like, and how was their parents thought of each other. Furthermore, he also helped Holly to find her ideal job that she loved－designing shoes.

And the ending was that she started to feel he was not still around her anymore. Not in bed when she slept, not in the couch singing with guitar when she felt lonely. He was really gone forever, which meant that she could resume her new life. I was deeply touched by the ending which kept me smiling and felt something warm in my heart.

Back To Wuling

It has been six months since I graduated from the school. The wonderful memory I had in this campus always remained in my mind. Notwithstanding, the hard work of the college study and the versatile extracurricular activities have kept me very busy that I could not spend time to go back to the school to meet my teachers and roam through the memory-fulled campus. At last, I got some free time today. Also with the invitation of Wai and Shawn, I ultimately went to the school.

How The Light Gets In - M. J. Hyland

She tells me so many things it feels like every new fact is pushing an old one out of my brain.


My father and I tried not to forget what might have happened to us, but we have.


''Well, to me God is just a word for what I do when I talk to th ebest possible version of things: perfection. Or maybe God is the best possible version of myself. Maybe when I say this prayer, I 'm appealing to a future, possible and perfect chair.'

I throw the word chair in there to check her listening skills. But she hasn't heard the last bit of my sentence. She clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth. ' It's not God if it's just all about you.'

'It's not God if it isn't me. It can't be God without me thinking of God,' I say.

'You're not God!'

'I'm not saying that. I'm saying that God is the thought of God. The very thought of God is what God is. There are no words for that thought and the thought is different for every person and by necessity, beyond language.'

I sit up and start using y hands. I'm starting to feel as though I understand what I'm saying. I don't care for her, but I want to say this.

'The whole point of God,' I continue, ' is that God can't be explained. God is the very thing that causes the thought of God and the thought itself. I have God thoughts and that's what God is: the fact that my brain has the thought is...'

I have no real idea what I'm saying after all.

Mandy rolls over noisily to face the wall. 'That doesn't make sense! How can God be just the thought of God? You're just going around in circles! I'm going to sleep.'

Mandy falls asleep quickly (as I thought she would) and she snores; a kind of vacant rattle.

I lie on my back for hours and think of life and whether I believe in anything at all. I open my mouth and exhale my final answer into the silence. God is like all those bits of wood in Mr Bell's shed waiting to be made into a chair and God is what happens when Mr Bell talks himself into making the chair even when his hands are cold and his stomach is full of bright green soup.

'G'night,' I say to myself. 'Sleep well.'

My New Scarf

I had wanted to buy a scarf for weeks because of the freezing coldness. Also, it will make me chicer with the sweater and the jacket. However, when I went to the warehouse store to find one, the neckerchiefs they sold were all for women, not for men. To my dismay, I just had to find my ideal scarf next time. Thus, I kept looking for time to go to Chungli to buy it, and finally I found time yesterday to go for it. It was a quick bargain. I only went into two stores and checked the styles and the prices of the scarves before I decided which one to buy. I made a difficult choice between a plain black one and a blue one with white and red stripes. Finally, I determined to buy the blue one which only cost me $NT79 dollars, compared to the other one which was $NT399 dollars. I love my new muffler!

WAY OF THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR

Meditation consist of two simultaneous process: One is insight － paying attention to what is arising. The other is surrender － letting go of attachment to arising thoughts. This is how you cut free of the mind.

　

A student of meditation who was sitting in deep silence with a small group of demons, he got up, walked to the teacher, and whispered, 'Roshi, I've just had a horrible vision!' 'Let it go,' said his teacher. A few days later, the student was enjoying erotic fantasies, insights into the meaning of life, and visions of angels － the works. Just then, his teacher came up behind him with a stick and whacked him, saying, 'Let it go!'

WAY OF THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR

I was underwater, looking up. This was ridiculous! Had I fallen into my teacup? I had fins and gills; very fishy. I whipped into my tail and darted to the bottom, where it was silent and peaceful.

　

Suddenly a huge rock crashed into the water's surface. Shock waves slapped me backward. My fins whipped the water again and I took off, seeking shelter. I hid until everything quieted down again. As time passed, I became accustomed to the little stones that sometimes fell into the water, making ripples. The large plunks, however, still startled me.

WAY OF THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR

You don't have to do anything except to stop seeing the world from the viewpoint of your own personal cravings. Loosen up! When yo lose your mind, you'll come to your senses. Until then, however, I want you to continue to observe, as much as possible, the debris of your mind.

WAY OF THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR

First, neither your disappointment nor your anger was caused by the rain. The rain was a perfectly lawful display of nature. Your 'upset' at the ruined picnic and your 'happiness' when the sun reappeared were the product of your thought. They had nothing to do with the actual events. Haven't you been 'unhappy' at celebrations for example? It is obvious then that your mind, not other people or your surroundings, is the source of your moods. That is the first lesson.

　　

The second lesson comes from observing how you became even more angry when you noticed that I wasn't upset in the least. You became to see yourself compared to a warrior － two warriors, if you please. I might have implied a change is necessary.

WAY OF THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR

That is one of your biggest illusions. You've been willing to change clothes, hairstyles, women, apartments, and jobs. You are all too willing to change anything except yourself, but change you will. Either I help you open your eyes or time will, but time is not always gentle. Take your choice. But first realize that you're in prison － then we can plot your escape.

WAY OF THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR

It's better for you to take responsibility for your life as it is, instead of blaming others, or circumstances, for your predicament. As your eyes open, you'll see that your state of health, happiness. and every circumstance of your life has been, in large part, arranged by you －consciously or unconsciously.

WAY OF THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR

　　 There was a beloved king whose castle was on a high hill, overlooking his shire. He was so popular that hte nearby townspeople sent him gifts daily, and his birthday celebration was enjoyed throughout the kingdom. The people loved him for his renowned wisdom and fair judgments.
　　 One day, tragedy struck the town. The water supply was polluted, and every man, woman, and child went insane. Onlythe king, who had private spring, was spared.
Soon after the tragedy, the mad townspeople began speaking of the king was acting "strangely" and how his judgments were poor and his wisdom a sham. Many even went so far as to say that the king had gone crazy. His popularity soon vanished. No longer did the people bring him gifts or celebrate his birthday.
　　 The lonely king, high on the hill, had no comapny at all. One day he decided to leave the hill and pay a visit to the town. It was a warm day, and so he drank from the village fountain.
That night there was a great celebration. The people rejoiced, for their beloved king had "regained his sanity."

Fraud

I finally finished my RW homework today. Fortunately, my printer was still working though the color was not as beautiful as shool's. After printing it out, I rushed to the post-station to send the homework to Prof. HC. However, the clerk told me that my letter might not be able to be sent on time due to the upcoming weekend. She convinced me to send the mail through quick-letter which costs much more than the usual letter. Since that I must give the letter to HC before Feb. 5, I was convinced to send the mail through the quick-letter which cost me a hundred and twenty dollars! It must be a fraud! I don't believe that my letter can't get there before Feb. 5th. I was fool to fall in the trap. How idiot I was.