Two months passed without any trace of feeling. I avoid keeping any blog here. Just because I wanted to slow down. But time passes anyway. Like two years ago, I wonder and even laugh at myself, why is it so hard for me to depart every time. At this point though, I seemed that I'd never grown up.

       If a place endears to you, it probably is not because of the place per se, but the people there and the stories involving them. Every familiar voice that still rings in your ears, every brillant eye that still sparkles in your mind, every typical aura that still embraces your body... By writing this, my heart becomes so vulnerable that it aches from within.

       Graduation activities here and there on the campus remind me of the inevitability of departure every minute. However scornful and despising to the sensations that thousands of undergraduates display I might seem, the fear, yearning of the pain of growing up creep up on my vunerable heart agains all of my defense mechanism.

        I can never know when I would be ready to say goodbye. 

    What I've determined and promised to do yesterday at English corner, is to let our adventure of the thunderstorm at EC go down in history, as I've said to Mars and Jefferson. Well. what the problem, now, is whether I can use my pale words to represent the scene vividly here, which trenched my heart with such unforgettable yet heartening grains of sparkling recollections.
    In my childhood, I've always cherished such experiences as going through sort of adventures--like getting lost in the rainforest and contriving to find our way out or being threatened by a snake and managing to kill it in the end--what I've found most fascinated and touched my heart is not so much  the experiences themselves as the common feeling of sharing the kind of interdependence and mutual support during the fear, despair, frustration even exultation and joy together. The adventure may be ordinary. But as long as you've gone through it with your friends, it turns extraordinary. So sometimes I just feel like taking risks together with my friends. I've written several articles to commemorize such experiences since junior high.
    For my past undergraduate years, most of the sweet memories have something to do with English corner. This may explains why I have such a fixation with English corner. At the very first beginning of the EC on this new and young campus, though all the talking and chatting were truely enjoyable, I still felt there was something missing, albeit no very sure about what this something was. Not until yesterday, when I've received a phone call from Huge to make sure whether I was O.K. at EC with such weather and when Jefferson showed up with soaked clothes at the corner where we were standing and when I was chatting with Mars and brother Wei with the thunder as background sound, I've finally realized what the something really is, which makes me so enchanted and immersed in English corner. All of a sudden, I felt like a fool when I had supposed at the very first stage that what I missed at the EC of Xixi Campus was hard to come by at the new EC here. Yet this conclusion is ungrounded and too hasty. In fact, I shall never be afraid that I can't find it back.
     Deeply moved at the thunderstorm experience yesterday, I'd like to dedicate this passage to Jefferson, Huge, Mars and brother Wei.

Hi,friend! I've seen your common when I am just hanging here for a little while before I go to English corner tonight.

Of course, you are among "nice friends". I've cherished all those interesting talks with you, and they are nice ones. You strike me as very congenial and agreeable with your ability to communicate and understand all sorts of people and make the communication smooth. And on top of everything, you've blessed with a good heart (as it happens, in our New College English textbooks, the first edition, "A Good Heart to Lean On" is the very first article I studied in college English class. As the author puts it, a good heart is a proper standard by which to judge people. I find the kind of resonance so strong in what the author says.), which is not so easy to find in everyone, especially considering youths today who are amateurs in constructing rapport with people around them. Believe me, this is the kind of quality leading to your success under all sorts of circumstances. And yes, your breathtaking diligence and willpower are really what shine inside you. 

I'm so grateful that I've met you before I graduate from college.

See you at EC. 

I've recently watched two engaging films--Narnia, with Jack at the cinema; and the Pride and Prejudice, by myself. As it happens, I'd think, the former one should be shared with friends, which is about the sensation between family members (As the professor in the movie said, "You're a family. You must try acting like one."); and the latter one should be savored by oneself, which contains delicate and enriching dialogues and conversations. I even watched the Pride and Prejudice twice against my tight schedule.

The interesting thing is, while watching Narnia, I persuasively debated with Jack about my career choice. Isn't it? The five-thousand/month offer is perfectly like Turkish delights the witch used to seduce Ed. And Ed's unearned desire to become the king leaves him trapped in the witch's intrigues. It's not that Ed's desire is to be cursed but the desire's immaturity. After all, Ed became one of the kings in Narnia.

I believe this is the same case with one's career. A blind pursuit of salary rather than other important factors is undue.

I'm saying this for my own divertion or not? Lord only knows.

    It's going to be over now. I'm afraid even to look back twice on it. What a mess! It's the most cruel ordeal I've experienced by now. Being splitted by every direction! Being complain by every party! Being worrying about how to dodge every minute! Enough! I'm fed up. I shall never foget what I've experienced these days. Never.

      I have to forfeit my SIA interpretation for the date the committee had arranged is just the date when I am going to have an important exam. I was furious at the notice. How unlucky I was! One would think that once you are slipped into the vicious circle, you would very probably be choked by your own breath. I just very much want to curse at the moment, which is the signal to stop writing more stuff here.

        I don't know whether my determination to be a teacher is off-base or a bliss. You sometimes find yourself such a fragile being recoiling to such a distance and comsumed by the jealousy about other's high salaries and pompous living. What I am doing for?