见鬼了这两天，突然小姑娘一样的感时花溅泪恨别鸟惊心了，听到句什么话看到个什么东西莫名其妙的就鼻子一酸眼前一花眼泪就下来了，一边流眼泪一边想我这是干嘛呢，自个儿都糊涂了。人家都是抱怨备考GRE的时候压力多么多么大啦，心情多么多么差啦，我复习的时候却是每天都兴致勃勃地跟吃了兴奋剂一样，用个GRE单词形容"euphoria"。这下子考完了，论坛上一片放松之声，我反倒是消沉了。按理说考试的时候感觉也不坏，该做的事都在计划中，牛人的推荐信也搁哪儿了，连例假都来过了没有道理心情不好啊。可是就是不对，干什么都提不起劲儿，还特多愁善感。想当初我是多么快乐的从背GRE单词的时间中偷出一点跑到莲蓬上去看鬼故事，有种偷到糖吃的兴奋。现在有大把的时间想干啥就干啥却啥也不想干。难不成我已经赶上了牛人们的境界非要工作才快乐？还是已经被压迫惯了？还是最近水喝得比较多身体用流眼泪这种方式来排水？还是，最最有可能的是，难道我真的已经彻底变态了？？

Today is really a big day, for I finally finished my GRE test! haha! I have missed a few questions though, I think I can attain a satisfied score. When I got out, I heard one girl said she all chose D in the first section, and another boy shouted "My choice is B for all that aweful questions". Thank God, I chose A, B, C and D evenly, though it is probably that the order is a little bit wrong and the final result is up on the air.

 

The next is IBT, I yearn for it's arrival. Am I already get BT then?

我从来没收到过你的短信啊。。。太冤枉了，如果我收到了怎么可能不回嘛。。。

Morning. Having my cup of tea, I don’t know why your face suddenly jump into my mind, maybe for MJ’s songs I happened to listen to, though you have nothing in common with him. You, I still remember you, walking across the campus, with me, talking about jokes and anecdotes. I still remember you, you and me, rode for half an hour just for an ice-cream, the only ice-cream that can be bought in winter. We got there, gorged that ice-cream in the winter mist, and then rode another half an hour back to school. Of course we were late for class, but it deserved. I still remember you, in that summer, you called me to say you would go to Beijing. What we said then? Did we say Goodbye or we say we will visit each other? Time obscured my memory. May be we said neither of these but another jokes and antidotes. Is this the reason why we lose contact for so many years? Where are you now? Do you still like jokes? What about ice-creams? Now there are numerous choices of them in winters. Are you staying in Beijing or going to other cities? Are you well?

 

To be honest, I seldom think of you, and I suppose you are the same. But in this morning, it came to me all about you like your face and your words even your always-bedraggled-hair. Hey, I’m missing you. Where are you now?

 

You, there are so many guys like you, who embellished my life then gone away. Well, yes, may be it’s me who gone away. Where are you, you and you, where are all your guys now? Are you Ok? Is it determined that people keeps come and go? Is it the truth that people are just like meteors, shinning then disappear? Or I am too much avaricious? How can we grasp eternity in such ephemeral? Can we really have the ability to feel eternity in an hour? You, can you see this? Do you sometimes think of me? Answer me, don’t go, don’t keep silence, don’t disappear like we are living in two worlds, just answer me.

It's amazing to find that website of UC, which bring me an unexpeted agreeable surprise! Now I get to know why they say that the Language lab in UC is the best in American, may be the world. From now on, I think I am really falling love with UC, but whether UC will be the same? Oh, that lies the very question need to be considered carefully:how can I make UC love me too?

I took damned one hour to write such things...Why the Japanese spell their names like this? Half an hour was spend on googling the spelling of their names! Fortunately it is just a practice...

 It is somewhat ironic that I, who was in support of the demonstration against Japan one year ago (How excited were us when we at Xinhua News Agency to viewed the pictures they took for this demonstration!), want to go traveling to Japan. This craving was evoked by, still ironically, a question raised in the GRE test, which said “The cultivation of the emotion of natsukashii, interpretable as ‘pleasant sorrow,’ brings Japanese to Kyoto in the spring, not to savor the cherry blossoms in full bloom but to grieve over the fading, falling flowers.” This sentence, has roused some feelings deep in my heart that I have take for granted before, that is, I really appreciate the “agreeable sorrow”, as the sentence said, which is embedded in the Japanese culture. This sorrow, which informed from Kawabata Yasunari’s Snow Country to Shunji Iwai’s Lover Letter, in my view, is primarily for the evanescent essence of life, love, joy, even sorrow itself.

 Thus, for me, Japan is inevitably divided into two parts: One is the Japan which lies in the east of China, and another is the Japan which may just exist in my imagination. One Japan, which is symbolized by Tokyo, is full of sky-scrapers, electric appliances, commuters who are exhausted in working that are deprived of time to relish the last rose in the summer; Another Japan, however, displays all its delicacy and quaint by Kyoto, was proud for its traditional temples and palaces, the long-historic rituals, and perhaps, the people wearing kimono ramble in the narrow streets. One Japan, are full of Junichiro Koizumi and his peers and numerous bawdy middle-aged lechers; In another Japan, Kawabata Yasunari, Shunji Iwai, Hayao Miyazaki, etc. are together create a cherished terrain, maybe I should add Conan and Doraemon to this listJ One Japan is so far from me that it is only mentioned in the news reports (such things like Shinzo Abe is Japan’s new leader now, bla bla) while I hugged all my Japanese classmates with tears in my eyes this July.

 The Japan I want to visit is another Japan, is the Japan which inherited its traditions and has not been tapped into by capitalism and western cultures. I want to visit a Japan in which its people understand the beauty of pathos, just like they know when is the best time to savor sukura. I want to see the petals flying with the late spring’s breeze against the crepuscular sky and finally lay down on the earth, or floating to anywhere and nowhere with the flow of the meandering brooks.

 Ok, ok, I know, the most probable thing that will happen is that the real Japan, the insular county, is neither “One Japan” nor “Another Japan”. I can not hope to see a society which was depicted in Yasunari’s novels for I am in this cosmopolitan world, however, I believe that Japan have not came down to an utter industrial machine and I should go there as soon as possible, before it became that bad.

发现我的英文写作水平太低了。。。决定以后都改用英文写blog来练习一下，还好，我不是那种勤于写blog的人，否则估计要活不出来啦。不管怎么样，欢迎各位前来拍砖挑刺儿，虽然我估计大家看到是英文的就都没兴趣再看下去了吧：）

Now that she's back in the atmosphere

With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey

She acts like summer and walks like rain

Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey

Since the return from her stay on the moon

She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun

Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded

And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star

One without a permanent scar

And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

Now that she's back from that soul vacation

Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey

She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo

Reminds me that there's time to grow, hey, hey

Now that she's back in the atmosphere

I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane

Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet

Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day

And head back to the Milky Way

And tell me, did Venus blow your mind

Was it everything you wanted to find

And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken

Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong

Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance

Five-hour phone conversation The best soy latte that you ever had

And Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet

Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day

And head back to the Milky Way

Tell me did you sail across the sun

Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded

And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star

One without a permanent scar

And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day

and did you fall for a shooting star

and you only looking youeself out there