Courses

For the upcoming new sememster, I plan to choose many lit classes. I want to be prepared if I finally decide to go to foreign lit graduate school. Also, I want to quit my horrible habit of sloth. Thus, I intentionally make my schedule too full to idling a bit. Hope it will work. It must work!

Here is my course schedule:

Mon.
D~7: work at office

Tue.
2~4: lit writing
D~6:romantic lit

Wed.
3~C: lit theory
5~7: oral training

Thr.
1~4: work at office
5~6: service course
7~8: general course

Fri.
2~4: French
D~6:victoria lit.

Also, I plan to join the photography club after classes cuz I found myself very interested in photography.


Overall, looks like it will be a very busy sememster.
I will survive! Let's get it on!

Dead-line

I finally made up my mind to start my academic previewing. It's about time. I should make a good use of this last week of the wanton summer vacation. It was a good thing to relax a bit. But too much leisure time would easily become purposeless wasting of time. Well, there is nothing to regret. What is done is done. All I can do right now is to make sure the rest time of the vacation is meaningful and effecient. Go!

Ramalama

Amazing stuff from So You Think You Can Dance
Emmy winning performance joined with the choreographer Wade Robson.
This is truly amazing.

Miserable

Stop that whining! You are pathetic. Talking bad behind people is totally not nice, not honest. BAD.

Harsh Times

Harsh Times is the kind of movie that will linger in the audience mind for days. The intense impact from the violent scenes would vehemently strikes their hearts without mercy. Christopher Bale's acting skill was so great that I had to hold my breath through the latter part of the film. I could feel the tension between his illusion and reality would explode in a paraxysm of rage. The side effect of the war haunted him years after he retired.

Stain

April 2, 2009, it was the night I have been waiting for months. It was the most exciting night in my entire Sophomore year, probably the most nernous too.
It was the night of our English Play Contest, and I, as a Sophomore, play as the main character for the drama.

The pressure upon me for the entire March was unimaginable. Nearly everyngight I had to practice for it, even weekends too. During those days, Every day all I could think about was how to act well, how to pose my body when speaking, and how to convey my emotion to the audience through the tone. To make the play better, I had sacrificed a lot, two weeks of the Restoration reading, the weekends to go home, and many others, because I could hardly focus thinking about things besides the play. The lines and the poses had occupied my mind all the time. When I took a shower, I would totally forget how long I had been there until the wrinkles appeared on my fingers. Also, I could not concentrate on my study for whenever I finished a paragraph, my mind would forthwith start idling to the acting. How to walk like and talk like even stand like a professor became my everyday study topics.

Finally, the show was over now.
Moreover, I won a Best Actor for myself.
Those are really memorable days!

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

The Unbearable lightness of being lies in the deguise of ignorance.

Knowing that today is your birthday but no one else remember it.

If your brother you haven't seen for a long long time came to see you on that speicific day, you certainly would anticipate that he was coming to celebrate your birthday.

However, when you find out that he just coincidently came back on that day, not for your birthday, how sharp and strong emotion of disappointment you may feel.

To aggravate the situation, you have to hide your strong feeling of disappointment in the convesation just when you find out he was totally ignorant of your birthday.

You have to pretend like nothing happened. You have to deguise your feeling in front of him.

The lightness of your surface is exact the unbearable lightness of being.

Start Making Money

This sememster I start to take a partime job in the English Department Office. Although the job more like an assistant of the teaching assistants, which included making phone calls to notify trivia, sending mails to the professors, and copying papers, etc, it is kind of pleasant to earn some money for myself. Hope I will learn how to negotiate with others and make the working experience more valuable to my future life.

Caught On The Spot

Walking on the street, meanwhile thinking about going the way crossing the elementary school, I was just about passing the star cram school where I had gone for my entire junior high school days. For the sake of the past glorious memories in that four floors building, I took a glimpse inside the school out of curiosity, and perhaps a bit nostalgia. That was a mistake.

As I turned my head in 45 degree and about to take a quick glance over the windows, I saw a woman just walking out towards me. Damn! Although I hadn't given the woman a entire look, I immediately recognized who she was--the owner of the building, the one who run the entire business of the cram school, and the one who once taught me for two years at the elementary school. But that was not exactly a good timing for reuniting with the teacher I used to respect a lot, because my hands were occupied by my dinner box and a bottle of tea. It was kind of embarrassing to talk to a teacher with hands full of food. Therefore, according to my instinct, I pretended not seeing her and quickly went by. Haplessly, she saw me. "Where are you going?" I began to sweat. I was caught on the spot. How embarrassed I was. Not only did I have to turn around to greet her, letting her see my hands full of food, but also I got to face the awkwardness of pretending not seeing her just a few seconds ago. You cannot imagine how much sweat I got just in these few seconds.

I wished I could just keep walking and feigning she recognized wrong person. But I couldn't. I had to face the awdwardness of the situation and try to make up for the mistake. So I turned back to her, saying I was sorry for not greeting her. No, I did not apologize. I just pretended the ignoring never happened, merely saying I was surprised that she still recognized me after all these years, and hinded my awkwardness furtively. Thankfully she did too. She only saluted me and asked about my study career, and encouraged me to work hard. Oh god, how relieved I was for not being blamed for the indiferency. Thus I just tried my best to smile back and saying things politely. At last, I promised her I would say hello to my parents for her and walked away.

Such an awkward experience really abound the boring vacation with some interesting anecdotes, helping me get rid of the helpless emptiness in life.

Less Than Three Weeks To Go

It is time to strive hard for the next sememster. I overheard that some of my classmates have already previewed at least two weeks' shedule. OMG, I've only flipped through about three pages. I have no clue what I was doing in the last three weeks. Idling away on the Internet, wasting time on the soap opera, and simply sleeping all day are the typical days of my wanton vacation. WHAT ON EARTH WAS I DOING!! It's only three weeks to go, and my book is still clean like never been read before! This is got to stop. I have to start working hard straight to the goal, or I would be left far behind others on the day to school in spring. Okay. Gather. Now I gonna arrange my schedule carefully for rest of the few holidays. I have to use it efficiently. No time to waste anymore. GO GO GO!

Present Life

I have finally finished my burdensome Middle English Literature Midterm. I had prepared so hard for it. Though the result may not be good enough, at least now I know the direction to prepare for the exams. My life has now become more and more delightful. I steadily move to the goal. No waste of time any more. And cry no more.

TIME!!

I heard a shocking news today that I need to choose two courses in next sememster! Also, there are so many works I need to do if I want to apply for the literature graduate school. How foolish I was that I did not aware of the importance of time. I need to arrange my schedule for the next two years carefully. And I have to do it now. There is no time to waste!!
I must study hard from now on, or there will be no chance for me to get into the graduate school.
I can idle away no more!!

Friendship

What kind of relationship can be called friends? How close should two best friends get? Recently, these kind of questions have kept badgering on my mind. A friend of my feels lonely all the time. He always needs friends to be accompanied with. Every meal of a day and whenever he feels alone, he would become very sad and depressed. He often cried for lack of friendship. As I observe the reason for his unhappiness, I found out that it was the feeling of insecurity makes him so sad. He desperately needs companions when he does things take more than one.

Need Some Change

I've wasted entire July achieving nothing. It should be, theoratically, a busy month, but it came out on the thoroughly opposite way. I almost rotted at home. I need to find something to fill in my idle vacation. I don't want to mumble when somebody ask my what have I been doing these days.
First thing to do-- GO TO BED EARLY!!!

crap

Today was my first time of motor lesson. I felt extremely clumsy when holding the panel. I could not control both of my hands on it, especially on the turing part. What's worse? I fell on the road, and hurt my sister's leg and foot finger. It stroke me the best. I was so upset seeing the wounds bleeding out on her leg while I was totally fine, not even a scrape. My heart was bleeding along with the wounds. To make me feel even worse, she kept saying she was okay, she was fine on her mouth but I knew exactly that the sharp pain was unbearable. Oh, what I have done! I felt awful to see her holding the pain and smiling to me pretending nothing happened. I am so SORRY! Regretful as I am now, I wish I had not consented to practice riding motorcycle today. It was terrible for me to see the dark red wounds sticking on the leg and hurting her every seconds. I wish I was the one who got the injury and pain. I wish I could take her place to suffer the ache. I cannot continue the practice until the bruise on the leg also in my heart recover.

A Campus Scene

The other day I spent a Friday afternoon leisurng myself with Cloud, Steven, and Wayne in the Rome plaza. The weather was nice without burning radiance of sunshine, but tender breeze softly caressing our faces. It was good to have some time relaxing in the beautiful scenary of the campus. We didn't something particular, just having little chat, litening to the music from the cell phone. Our mind had gotten comfort from the ease atmosphere. What a lovely afternoon.