city in the sky

"How fast can i grow up to see what is love; wait for my prince to show up; some said loving with heart can teach you a lot, please tell me if it is true or not..."

Yesterday was my 22th birthday. My dear Ronggui and i spent a very wonderful time in Liuhua Lake Park in Guangzhou, a precious time that i think i will never forget during the rest of my life. All i want to say now is that, thank you, really; thanks for your company. It was so deeply rooted in my heart now that i have to record the memory down.

I like the way you hold my hand;
I like the honesty you show me;
I like the attention you pay to me;
I like the sureness you make me think;
I like the heartbeat when i look at the sunny smile you wear;
And i like the way you treat me from the beginning till now...

I haven't notice of having someone in the life could be so warm. No wonder for many decades people couldnot live without love. Actually i want to ask what is love? i think it is probably like the feeling in this picture:

What is birthday? It is not the day you come to this world, neither the presents you recieve from others, but the time you seldom have, the time you can do something out of routine; the time you can spend with someone you love, away from the chaos you are in all the while, and just enjoy yourself.

What a special birthday! Thank you for giving it to me...

I'm wondering whether there is another chance like this many years later, or at least next year. Since this is our last year in college, and it is natural that everything changes when we get out of school and enter the society, like girls becoming realistic, boys focusing on business, i don't think everything could be still, or at least remaining a little part of nowadays'. He seldom promises in that he knows that too. I myself long for everlasting, but if i am not so lucky to have, i still cherish the moment i once have. That's enough.:)

Don't accept others' request unless you really wish to help, but do help if you have agreed, no matter what happens in the following days; that's beyond doubt.

I forget which time that i accepted Zhang Chan's requirement to go to the barber's. And the fact was when she came to me and brought forward the promise i once made, i had no choice but just go, be her companion, at once.

She wanted to have her hair curled, and most of time that  was not an easy task that could be finished within an hour. So, during that long waiting period i was trying to find some fun, but all in vain. There was nothing good to read or even no one to talk to, for she was busy looking her hair style in the mirror, for fear the changes she was unacceptable in the future, so that my existence was invisible to her. However, i was so lucky that i found the barber who helped Zhang Chan was sooooooo attractive and TV-star like, especially the hero in program Sorry,i love you when he was sitting by the road. That was enough, for the rest of the day. I had no idea whether i was flushed when we looked into each one's eyes...OK..i just lost my mind totally...unbelievable...

We shouldn't say that those with good looks are bad in skill, because he, no.5, gave Zhang Chan a new look which makes her look like a princess. Beautiful~~~really~~my roommates all said so.

This day was worthy. Reasons were as followed:
1.i met a good barber and he was so nice
2.i made my promise come true; that is so important to me.
3.i saw Zhang Chan's change and it was the first time that i accompany her for something she  enormously cared.
4.i had a free meal

(graduation friends forever by vitamin C )

Please notice the lyrics of the song, it shows how the feeling the about-to-leave sisters and brothers have during the graduation days. i guess you may sense the sadness, and some kind of incomplete feeling, so do i..

It is the third year, and it could be the last year for me to bid sisters and brothers' farewell, the undulating passion been growing stronger and stronger, for that i am still an outsider this time but an insider next time.

I hate watching them dressing bachelor clothes; i hate seeing them leaving school collectively; i hate the pensive feeling, for the reason that i could never see them again. Today the school is full of people, but tomorrow few people are left, those who go on their prevailing life having something right down inside their hearts missing...

Days ago in the deep night, i saw 5 brothers sitting together on the school playground. They chatted and chatted, drinking bears and eating socks, more, half naked; apparently they are close friends, even roommates for the past 4 years, because they were opening their minds to say something unfamiliar and seldom heard in daily lives. They pointed out the shortcomings and merits of each other, straightly. When one of them gave out the point of view that others are agreed with, they would alongside show more evidences. No offense however, all is merely for one purpose, the better development of each other.

The previous time i heard the crying "I Love You" from sisters and brothers was in the second year of college, this year equally i got the same massage but from elsewhere in building 13. Still moved. It sounds like a Chinese saying, 人之将死，其言也善, may be not so congenial but its feeling likewise. Why do we always hesitate to tell others the inside feelings of ourselves until the moment we have to depart? And why we are so amiable on the day we left? Why not show it earlier??

I still remember the first time sister Sammie talked to me cordially and told me how the life would be like for a student of senior, what i should pay attention to when i am in an interview, and it was the first time that i got the information from her that my smile is sweet. i am just so glad to meet her and know her, to have her being my sister.

Yesterday, she gave me some books about TEM-8, and suggestions on how to prepare for the exam. Then a little present, music box with letters "一帆风顺",  the very one that i want to say to you. For your future and your marriage...

And you say, whenever you have troubles, you can call me. Tell me your bothers and whatsoever. Do remember, i am always here by your side...

Someone said, the time they left the campus becomes a hot place, because various people are here, parents, deliverers, students, and teachers all are included. But in my opinion, the post-graduation day students' hearts will turn to be hollow even more. We will mist you sisters and brothers~~!

To comfort, we have a summer vacation after the exam and departure!

I hate myself! Why before the speech i thought that i had the ability to it well but eventually i failed?!! Just so bad, it sulks~~~!

I was extremely serious about it in fact, i repeated again and again to make sure that i could say it fluently, remember every word every sentance and when it appeared the former sentance i could immediatly came out the next one, i even recorded it to check whether there was anything i could improve,i mean the poems, but what did i get?? i got nothing, oh no, yes, i got at least one thing, that is disappointment, to myself.

How could you be so nervous?? What the hell were you nervous of?? How could you keep on watching the paper?? You know, that will make you be more nervous and forgetfull~~~I was so regretful that i brougt it together with me, if not, i could just depend on myself, at least the teacher would not decrease my mark because of that looking on the paper~! But i felt much better, when i tore it into pieces...

Yesterday, i read a website on how to improve yourself through the events you have been through. It suggested us write down the thing on the left column, and gave the details about what you had done to it, and your feeling at that moment. The more detail the better. By doing it we can find the real shortcomings of ourselves. Not knowing whether it is feasible, i still  would rather to have a try, but not now, not this place, because i have no mood~~

OK..overcome it...be better next time. (Maybe i am a hope-addict guy, when everything goes bad i just choose hope...why not be a doer, say, read and watch something about it, then learn from it? i admit now...i am not a doer but a dreamer~)

Hoho...one burden eventually been lifted! And it's lucky that we got a third award, reward of our endeavor,haha :) At first, i thought it was impossible for us to get any prize, because many brilliant groups were also in this competition, but, yes, we got it at last, though seemly every one involved got one!!

Talking about this competition, i want to criticize three teachers here, one our counsellor, one a lesson's teacher, one i don't know may be one of the leaders of our college. Criticize what? For two, it's the responsibility they were supposed to take but they didn't or even took no notice of. For one, it's the attitude he should have towards students but not.

The counsellor haven't appeared until the moment we were about to sing in formal. And last night, we practised for the last time, he absented...maybe other leaders the same got angry of his deeds, they asked him to stay out of the group; all maybe.. But what's sure is that he didn't take part in the competition.

The normal teacher said, "The chorus is nothing, no need to care about it."(What a shock!) and one more, "it is you that important not me."(aren't you one of the member? how can you say that? chorus is not identical with solo; all that needed is the cooperation of all attendants!)

Especially this one followed: One day after we finished practicing in Yunshan Hall, also rainy outside, heavily and suddenly, the teacher asked to borrow an umbrella from one of our students. Notice here! Umbrellas were not enough, so two students needed one at least. When students responded they needed it too, do you know what he said? He said,"You can wait for the rain to stop."(God! Such a teacher!) then he added, "because i have something else to do."(But were we all free?? we all had things to do as you, teacher~~, even more!)

OK...just let it be, not all teachers are good. That's what i have known years ago. On the contrary, there is some teacher quite cute!

He is our college master. When it came to the break of practice, he would practice carefully by himself or when the compere sang for us to improve, he would learn like a child that first learns to speak. Yes, the appearance was just like a child

Finish.

Homework, homework~~~ Now it's your turn!(The biggest hill for a student--essays before the end of a semester.)