Patriotism...

National Day is on the corner, that is, August 9th. It is not "my" National Day, yet I could not help being excited. I remember that on the day I went to the Night Safari I wore a red shirt and white shorts, accidentally and deliberately. DF quipped,"today is not National Day, why do you wear like this?" I gave an immediate answer without going through my brain, which later I realised that it was really a dumb gaffe. "Because I want to attract the tiger's attention."(lame joke here, not as good as the Superman one). However at that time I really thought Nation Day a distant thing to think about. After all, we still got more than nine months to go. Now, we are allowed to wear red shirt with white skirt to celebrate the National Day. That is really a privilege since here students are wrapped in school uniform all year round.

It seems that by now the idea of National Day has been pervasive islandwide. Every time I go out, I can see Singapore flags hanging almost in every block of HDB flats. It was one day in last week when I returned to school after visiting a nursing home and was flabbergasted to find Singapore flags "flying high and free" in front of the main experimantal block. It was a magnificent scene to see, at least to me. In China, we also celebrate National Day with solemnity, yet we usually hang up cheering banners and suspend red lanterns in front of main buildings or at the entrance of an expressway, without ERP gantries distracting drivers' attention. However, our celebration never pervades into schools, especially on such large scale.

During the Australian Maths Competition this afternoon, my train of thought was intermittently interrupted by the band practising outside. They were playing the national anthem! Later I saw some band members playing the trumpet and saw Jian Peng playing the horn, It is for sure that they are performing for the National Day. Here, school is a small patriotic society, you do not need to wear flag pins like American presidential canditates to show your patriotism, for the country is in everyone's heart. Today I also attended the "recollection' rehearsal as one of the critics. The beautiful verses let me see their determination between the lines and reminisced me of the Independence Declaration written by Jeffson, the famed democrat in the19th century, on a faraway land teemed with people pursuing the same dream, freedom.

Being mentioned so many times in history essays, especially when analysing the rise of Fascism in Japan or the rise of Nazism in Germany, patriotism has been closely connected with nationalism. Yet I believe here patriotism is a natural effusion of feelings, which makes is so valuable and touching.

Now I understand why Mrs Sabar reiterates Singapore's smallness with joy. She emphasises it with pride, as if saying,"see, we are so small, yet we can create such miracles that you cannot!"

One thing to add on, today I got my Games Day Tee, the colours just fit my appetite. Yet I have to stop now because the security guard is chasing me out of the computer room!

Jurong Bird Park

Situated in Boon Lay with over 8,000 birds belonging to more than 600 species, Jurong Bird Park is a nice place to go, especially to go with some special person. Today, setting off after midday, Nancy and I went to Boon Lay MRT Station to meet Sandi, an American friend who we have seen for a whole year.

She was supposed to come with Stephen, her husband and "pet"(according to her), however, some unexpected situations happened and he was sick, so she came alone to meet us. We were supposed to meet at 12:30, yet her church session in Bi Shan was not finished until 12:30, and since then she took No.132 bus to Redhill and MRT-ed to Boon Lay, it was a long time for us to wait. We milled around every corner of Boon Lay MRT Station until the two handsome security guards began to classify us as "suspicious looking people". The reason cannot be simpler. Boon Lay is the terminal of East-West Line yet we did not get out of the station, nor did we get on the train and turn east. Several trains came and went. We searched every American-looking person but to no avail. Finally while I was walking around a clothes shop and felt sure that the "future" was bleak when I saw Sandi, hurrying downstairs with a strawberry bubble tea.

Her blue eyes uneased me for the first few minutes. It has been a long time since I saw ordinary Americans, I mean, except for Barrack Obama and John MacCain who dominate all the media coverage. And anyhow, they are not ordinary at all. The most disconcerting thing was about her American accent. Being in Singapore for "so long", I feel communicating with BBC broadcasting voice sort of awkward, which is something I had expected before I came to meet Sandi. Yet after a few minutes, I could proficiently switch back to my so-called half-standard American English and we began our long talk.

She is an experienced traveller and soon we arrived at Jurong Bird Park. The driver of No.194 bus was a friendly uncle and kindly reminded us to get off when we saw the BIRD icon. We had lunch at Bongo Burgers Restaurant, a place I am sure bearing resemblance to a tropical jungle. Even the staff there are supposed to dress up like Western cowboys(or "cowgirls"). After chewing up my meal and making a bowel movement(sing karaoke:), we embarked on our bird walk.

To make it short, the famous bird-observing places we have spent our afternoon together were Fuji Hawk Walk(where we saw the Birds of Prey Show), Lory Loft(where we fed colourful lories), Waterfall Aviary(where we saw birds have sand bath), Penguin Expedition, World of Darkess(where we saw nocturnal animals like owls, as well as Harry Potter's messenger:D), Pelican Cove(magnificent scene), and African Wetlands(where I acted up like tribal people and posed between two spears).

So many birds to see!

A talking bird named Kaku is amazing, he/she can say "hello", "how are you", "Kaku", "bye-bye" and can laugh(mind you, it is really laughing!), mimic dag bark and car signals. The flamingos are graceful animals, there was a tall one really appealing, he(I am sure it is a guy) bathed and fluffed and waddled into the middle of the pond and STRETCHHH, so nice body shape! We saw emus, too. A big one continually stared at me and made me feel insecure, though I knew it was totally out of curiosity to find two identical "objects". In Jungle Jewels, Sandi spotted a guana(huge lizard), I confirmed her surmise and we fled from the aviary at light speed!

After 6:00, we came out of the Bird Park and "J-walked" to the bus stop, that is, totalling ignoring traffic rules since there is not a single car nor a single road sign and the roads are intersecting each other at an amazing frequency. We talked all the way to the Boon Lay MRT and then all the way to Clementi MRT where we hugged and bade adieu. I was sure we were talking so loud and attentively that surrounding Singaporeans were gazing at us freaks in disbelief, but I was happy with that, as if I am one of those odds who speak in BBC Broadcasting voice.

Bird Park is far more fascinating than I have always expected, provided that you go there with the right person:)

Bathing and Feeding

Swan Lake

Hey! What are YOU doing here?

FAQ

"See my beautiful dress!"

"I love you..."

Such a nice trip

Peaceful Weekend

This weekend is so peaceful without disturbance from external sources that I am really enjoying in it:)

Our hostel has been building a new mini-garden this week, just outside the canteen, a position every outsider can see if he happens to drive on the road leading towards NUS. At first we I found the earth had been plowed I could not think of its purpose. Then I realized that it turned out to be a path leading to the centre of an open space(no connection with open space worksheet:) After that, I began to ponder why there were so many potted plants by the side of the walking lane. To begin with, I thought it was used to celebrate Singapore's National Day since in China, when National Day is coming, institutions will invariably put flowers outside the gates. In those occasions, the most popular flowers are chrysanthemums, because they are the few flowers blossoming in autumns(actually it is the "Queen of the Fall":)

Two days passed before I made another discovery that these flowers were planted into the open space. In the middle there are branched pitcked up like campfire bundles, and I really like that. It reminded me of the only campfire party that I had attended. We danced and cheered around the fire on a chilly winter night (Oct 20something, 2007). I was afraid of being scorched, and when sparks flew to the surrounding ground, everybody thrilled. There was a mask ball party that night, too. Some of the guys who were not interested in dance crounched in their hotel room playing cards. we girls then played the game, "Mafia", and slept early for the next day's mountain-climbing session.

Yes, there we've got mountains, and WINTERs.

Real mountains that you might result in having red cheeks due to acclimatisation of your body(because more red blood cells are produced to carry more oxygen for compensation, Bio:) And real WINTERs that you have to wrap yourself in thick duck-feather clothes to fend off the real chill down your spine.

I do not blame their absence here, since here I could enjoy more that I cannot if I were to be confined there(tongue twister:), like now. How peaceful my day is! What a great godsend to me!

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Today I read about some interesting facts about global inflation. I am quite impressed by the extent of this economic crisis. It is reported that $100 Billion is the value of Zimbabwe's newest banknote, equal to one U.S. dollar(incredible!). And Zimbabwe's inflation rate is 2.2 million percent, that is, 2200000%!

And the more fabulous was George W. Bush's comment on the nation's troubled economy:

"Wall Street got drunk."

OMG:)

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I am so happy today that I have used so many smileys:):):):):):)

Thank God for this peaceful weekend:)

My New Identity

Congratulations, 12 lucky stars from the faraway land, you are going to begin an amazing, and as far as I am concerned, a fascinating journey. Like the verse in the poem of Robert Forest, we choose the way with fewer visitors, thus we choose the way to success. It is hard to believe that one year can pass so quickly, I could remember clearly that on 4th August, 2007, I cannot be more happy in all my life. Now, although I am so faraway from you, so untouchable, although you only saw my image in the vedio and I may have never heard about your names, I am sure in our lives we are going to share a common experience, that is a life here.

For the eight of you I have more to say. Firstly, thank you for living up to the reputation of our school, you deserve the name of Waiyurian, well done (a loud applause). Secondly, never ever drift away or be deviated by the others, stick to yourselves and live a life for yourselves, you deserve a life of peculiarity. Finally, be grateful for what you receive, and always be self disciplined, without "superintendents" to supervise you, you have to be responsible for your actions, your words, an your emotions. Not a single soul is perfect, yet strive to show the best of yourselves.

I am glad and proud to be your senior, a new identity which I am striving to fulfill its mission well. You are THEIR babies, so be THEIR AFFABLE babies, don not disappoint THEM, do not betray THEIR love, THEY deserve your love and trust more than anything else.

And...never let cynicism dominate your minds, after all, there is nothing in the world that one cannot bear. When you are put in the misery, remember it is only, and can only be temporary. Life will reward you for all the hardship that you have to go through and all the challenges that are awaiting to all of you. That is the Law Of Relativity.

Be sure to see you soon, in this winter, when the snow is flying in a faraway land. And I am here waiting for you...

P.S. Oh my dear Sandi and Steven! I am expecting to see you this Sunday! How long have I not been able to hear standard American English? Your arrival will surely brighten up my day. Love you forever:)

CIP Craze

These two weeks, our class is actively and merrily engaging in the Operation Rice CIP Project, which "engulfs" many of our studying hours while gives us more opportunities to get in touch with those less fortunate people as well as each other. Our song dedication scheme, honestly speaking, did not work as well as we had expected. One major reason is that the "romantic element" of students is gradually being undermined by the looming exams and say, the O Level. It is an amusing situation to mention that when the so-called "naive" kids were in Sec One, they treated the "O Level" merely as a name of a standard examnation. The mention of the name did not mean much to them since everything connected to the name is so faraway and untouchable. However, when the batch walked into the upper sec and began to feel the "existence" of the exam, every mention of the exam by teachers or parents strike their heartstrings, incresing the stress level and perhaps, blood pressure.

It is great to be in the graduation year. I say that from my own experience of 16.75 years. In graduation year, we begin to realise the levity of time and really begin to cherish the friendship which we have always been taking for granted. In graduation year, we begin to occupy most of teachers' attention, which is a godsend for us, who are going to head away from them. In graduation year, we elaborately prepare our gifts for those we loved and for those who we might never see again.

For Sec 4s, a time of retrospect, a time of sadness, a time of understanding. As I see the countdown board was being changed every day when I were in graduation year, I felt an unspeakable joy and peace, instead of stress and anxiety. Wow time is passing! And I am going to face the graduation exam! How fast and how amazing! Wasn't it yesterday when I was searching on the noticeboard for the Class Allotment Plan and was delighted to find out that I was in 102?

That was the real thrill of life! We are graduating!

Return back to the CIP...

Since upper sec people are bogged in to their pressure of exams and lower sec people are intrinsicly immune to upper sec class's plans, the amount of donation funds was only acceptible. After all, I am very heartened to see so many lovely students willing to "have a heart" and "lend a helping hand".

This week we went to nursing homes and hospitals to "delivery love". Monday,Jameyah Nursing Home. Tuesday, St Joseph's Nursing Home. Wednesday, Kong Wai Shiu Hospital. It seems that in this week we are going to carry out a secret survey on Singapore's voluntary organisations. every home is so different and everywhere we went our dear Mr Eric Tan/Mrs Sabar took photos for us as the "evidence". We danced, sang songs, played games and fed old ladies/uncles. Wei Kong, Xian Zheng and I played Chinese chess with three old folks in Kong Wai Shiu Hospital. I was stupid enough to get one loss and one stalemate. Wei Kong is so clever that I am sure he won every round. I was sort of shocked at the fact that children in modern Singapore can play Chinese chess that well. Meanwhile I am also very glad to see after all Asian people share something in common.

Tomorrow I will have History test on fascist Japan and SS test on Bonding Singapore, so I stop here.Tonight I am going to sleep early and reserve energy for tomorrow's test, and tomorrow's CIP.

I am caught in the CIP craze:)

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Here I cannot see lorries hurrying on the road, cannot see farmers enticing customers with their luscious peaches, cannot see hordes of pupils congregating around an outdoor stall selling chicks, that is why modernisation is not a completely good thing.

Here I cannot meet people who do regard going to cinema as a luxury, cannot meet children scurrying around simply by step my feet out of the threshold, cannot meet old couples strolling along the river in the light shed by shining advertisements, that is why there is nothing more alluring than simplicity.

When will I meet those amusing folks who can erase all your misery and pressure by their mere presence?

Is it true that children on this island have no childhood? Yet they are still as cute as children are, though they never put grasshopers in their pencil-case or use converging lenses to burn ants~~~

And I heard of a child who had cried over the killing of his chicken when it was mature enough to be eaten. He cried and cried and refused to eat it, until his mother put the cooked meat in front of him and he consumed the whole thing with immense guilt.

He is such a nice boy, isn't he?

P.S Today we learned about the dance and the songs for Operation Rice 2008, and the Literature test was as smooth as it should have be. A busy time for the next week, but we will all be together, thus it would be great!

In The Thick Of July

More than 8 months have passed without trace, and we have received our common test time table again. Sherry said it was like being struck by a sudden thunder, and I was sure she was exaggerating. Comparing to the Mid-Year Exams, you will find that common tests are much less energy-consuming. A thirty-minute test or an one hour "bonus" is like the "lightning attack" that Hitler waged on Poland in 1939. It reduces one to ashes without it being able to realise the quick shock, comparing to the lifelong "marathon" during which you need to remind yourself to eat well and sleep well to prevent fainting on the spot.

Anyhow, the timetable is only a reminder to prick our anaesthesized neurones. As usual, I crammed it into one of my dustmite-covered file and aimed to turn it into a "sleeping beauty" until the time when the exam is looming. Being the prince who gave a gentle kiss to the sleeping beauty, I will muster up courage to make it expose to the sunlight and endure my series of marking, scribbling and highlighting.

Yet, the sea will always be placcid until the storm strikes, so in this precious test-free month, we are still able to put the exams behind and enjoy a better life:) Recently the flag-raising ceremony is continuously balked by the nonstop rain. July is not the monsoon season or the rain season. Still, we are fortunate enough not to experience the real mighty power of the scorching sun and the parching equatorial terrain. Confined in the classroom, I have nothing much to do but to read a book. The village by the Sea is a story about changes and I have just finished it. I like the way the story is stretching out, like a bundle of threads knitting up into a Pussian rag. Now I am amibitiously embarking on To Kill A Mockingbird, a literary material being used by English Literature students. I hope I can manage to understand the theme, it seems like a book depicting the conflict between Black and White in the mid-19th century of the USA. I just read the beginning few pages, it is quite engrossing.

Quote some sentences from Mr Parwallah the watchmender in The Village by The Sea. I like his philosophical comments on changes.

"Things change all the time, boy--nothing remains the same. When our earth was covered with water, all creatures lived in it and swam. When the water subsided and land appeared, the sea creatures crawled out and learnt to breathe and walk on land. When plants grew into trees, they learned to climb them. When there were not enough plants left to eat, they learned to hunt and kill for food. Don't think that is how things have remained. They are still changing--they are going on changing--and if you want to survive, you will have to change, too. The wheel turns and turns and turns: it never stops and stands still. Look, even Bombay is not always the same. Fifty years ago there were hills, gardens, beautiful palaces and villas where you see slums, shops, traffic, crowds. Once I lived in a villa with a garden and roses and fountains--now I live in a pigeon roost over a railway station. So Hari the farmer will have to become Hari the poultry farmer or Hari the watchmender."

That is called adaptation. I wonder whether one day the society will evolve to its most primitive form in which we have to start all over again. Or when is the end of evolution? Is there an end?

(Begin to daydream)

Concert Rocks!

Concert Rocks!

Cheers for Bowen, Dorcus, Mary and Wendy!!!

We love you guys.

Bollywood dancers, you are so cool!!!

Mango ice cream, yummy, yummy.

We love you, all boarders!

Crescent, O-lan, Macbeth

Today we attended the National Schools Literature Festival at Crescent Girls' School. I arrived at school at 6:30 in my costume and waited for the arrival of the school bus. It did not take long for the bus to come and for me to finish the first a few pages of The Village By The Sea. It is an interesting story about India during industrialising period.

Our play, Macbeth, is a kind of heritage from Sec four dramers. We editted it through modern language and have prepared for this quite a few times until the competition is around the corner. With only one block as our prop, we soon ascended on the bus and began to head for the Crescent.

Before this, I only heard of Crescent from my ACSI seniors who have graduated from Crescent. It is hard to imagine a school without boys, for in China, almost all schools are mixed schools, claiming that this will prevent the so-called "further distortions of teenagers' natures". It is true that being in a girl school means less distraction, since puppy love has almost become unbiquitous and somewhat hard to eliminate, yet I still feel that something is amiss in a school with students of only one gender.

Crescent Girls' School is featured for its yellow and blue blocks, giving me an impression of vibrance and coolness, even when the scalding sun was scorching us at midday. Students here are from different ethnic groups(SS:), but I can feel that racial harmony is deeply rooted and manifested in schools like this. Different from Nan Hua in which you can see Chinese everywhere, here I met quite a lot of Indian beauties and Malay belles who make me stand agape, admiring in awe.

The performance began with Philippines High School for the Arts, then came the performance by Singapore Chinese Girls' School, A Midsummer Night's Dream. Their acting was marvellous, especially the two protagonists Hermia and Helena, and the amusing Athenian citizen BOTTOM, who eventually became a donkey under the magic of Puck, one of King's servants, and be loved by Titania the Queen by mistake.

The following competition was not exciting, yet the result was quite dramatic. Our school got the 3rd place in the book trailer competition, which was our play, Macbeth. We were all quite shocked when we received the prize, because it was utterly out of our expectation.

I like the performance put up by Dunman Secondary School very much, it was about the book, The Good Earth by Pearl S.Buck. The actress I like most is O-lan, she is a reserved girl with an air of reticence and quietness. The Wang Lung is extremely mischievous, after the play he continuously made fun of an Indonesian girl, who played his concubine, Lotus, in the drama.

The day was memorable with a touch of sadness. Never mind, one never faces obstacles will never grow, it is the diversity of people that makes this world so magnificent~

In the end, I quote some sentences from the Little Prince, to celebreate this Literature Festival.

"You must never listen to flowers. You must simply gaze at them and breathe them in. My flower perfumed my whole planet, but I was unable to appreciate her. I should have judged by her deeds and not her words. She cast her fragrance around me and brightened my life. I shoule never have run away!...Flowers are so contradictory. And I am too young to know how to love her."

Crescent Girls' School

School Corner

Library

Award!

Fragments Of Thoughts

Either you die in the reticence, nor you welcome the eruption. I forget who said this, which is obvious a Chinese translation, yet I am sure it is universal truth.

I saw my juniors today at the canteen enjoying Singapore "delicacy", some of them are still filled with immense joy and freshness, some of them, I am sure, are still indulging in the dreams of childhood. Dreams are easily broken, since they are encapsulated in the bubbles. Childhood dreams especially. I feel heartened that they hold a divine attitude to me. Still, they are young, still free from the burdens of life, still have the chance to enjoy their carefree childhood which rightly belongs to them, still have a "childish" and "worship" heart to treat everything alien they see.

I am crazily happy that I am almost the same as them, carefree and childish, contradicting with my not-so-young age. I am still moved by NanHua, still think it is a holy place, still think everyone is a spirit, like the day when I first entered this campus.

I still keep that freshness, my love for NanHua, for 302 will always be with me, wherever I go, wherever I might go. For the simplest reason, this is MY school, this is MY class. "My" is of all the magic, because we belong.

Someone chooses to be passerby A, someone chooses to be passerby B. I choose not to be a passerby. Though NanHua is not my destination, I will never make it a perching place, either. I am like a migrating bird, yet I will always remember every of my "homes". This is a home, not a perching branch.

Today I get a "I am Drug Free" thing, super excited, though I do not know why.

Today I borrowed a "BIO" from Sarah and finished "duplicating" one during my Chinese Literature lesson while Mr Cai proceded his dogma about Ming Drama.

Today I invent a new way of writing the letter "f" while scribbled on the TIME.

Today I met some strange people talking to me about some strange topics.

Today I met my juniors, and tomorrow I am going to meet them again, and get my new spectacles!

How long does it take to drift from happiness to sadness, I can tell you, it is less than one second.

"Colonialism"

PART ONE

Colonialism is invariably connected with imperialism, which sparkles ages of controversy and vehement discussion about the justification of this action. Lists of "cons" and "pros" can be packed into bundles, however, I am not here to dabble this one of the most mysterious politic arena. The new "colonialism" that I mentioned was an interesting and friendly one.Nor does it have any connection with the so called "slavery trade" and "triangular route", nor does it lead to the squabbles and fray which will possibly give rise to the creation of a "new century feud" or something of the Mentague & Capulet sort.

Being a coloniser is good. Here, I deliberately use an abstract word. What is "good" anyway? Never mind, it just makes me feel great to be the coloniser of our pantry table... (don't throw eggs or rotten tomatoes to me)

Stepping into our pantry, what you will see are piles of books, stocks of exercise books, a caculator cover by a slice of dragon fruit skin, a curve ruler being reformed into the shape of "Singapore Flyer", an E- dictionary with dozzy puppy stickers, foolscap paper with SS essays hidden in it, a "TIME" magazine whose cover I almost peeled off, and a pair of flip-flops which I intend to emancipate my calloused feet while carry out my study responsibilities. These are the things that I need to occupy this large orange table which can sleep two people. Thus, I began my day.

Day in, day out, I pile my stuff there and enjoy the peace and serenity. The pantry is surrounded by trees, so I can reach out to catch a leaf any time I want, although I never attempt to harm our mother earth by stripping off the factory of the plants. The twittering of the birds is the first thing to greet me and wake me up in a drowsy morning. Besides this, I still have to drink from the cold water fountain in a barbaric way to chill and refresh my mind from a long and exhausting reverie. Busy studying. Rest with FM radio. Busy studying. Rest with Oreo. Busy studying. Rest with a chit-chat. Busy studying. Rest with a dragon fruit. Busy studying. Rest with a nail file. Busy studying. Rest with a shower and a towel. Busy studying. Rest with an exciting phone call.

"Do a hazelnut for me!!!"

"Gah bung!"

I am refreshed and refuelled again...

Busy studying...

PART TWO

Yesterday afternoon, I was unfortunately caught by a surge of unexpected shopping mania and was undeterred to go out.

3.45p.m. Not a soul in the Clementi Avenue One. I shouted and yelled and ran amok like a bird being freed from a cage or a prisoner being released from the Bastille. Scurrying in the supermarket and colliding with crowds of customers converted all my kinetic energy into thermal energy and finally I ended my interminable repetition of picking up a thing and putting it back to the position with a deep breath. I am not a captive of hedonism, anyway.(Nor am I a philosopher). Staggering onto the bus, I could feel that an Eurasian passenger was stupefied by my somewhat strange countenance. I ignored his acquisitive and awkwardly keen stare and alighted after two stops. (I remembered that once I forgot to press the "stop" button and the bus carried me all the way to the NUS. As the bus passed my comfort zone, I thought that it was leading me to the middle of nowhere, the expressway to me was a way to the inferno..that experience happened at night and made me disgruntled about Singapore bus system,allowing MRT to become my preference of travelling )

Back to my "colony", I put my stuff into the refrigerator of the pantry and began my secular, stoic, andascetic life again.

A not bad colony. A not bad ivory tower. A not bad place for me file my nails. A not bad table for me nod my head off at extreme night.

A not bad colonist, that is:)

" Do a hazelnut!!!"

"Gar bung, bite you!"

" Do a hazelnut!!!"

" Gar bung, gah bung!!"

I have no mirror, so I cannot see.

"Gar bung..."

Variations In Monotony

The monotony of the climate makes me numb to the elapse of time.

Term 3 will soon become history in "transpiration", "atmospheric pressure", "writing a speech", "energy exchanges", "deterrence and deplomacy" and "Fascist Japan".

It rained this morning, then it was sunny again after five minutes. Here, everything is so fast and rapid changing that you do not have the chance to taste the changes. Accidentally I browsed the high school textbooks left to me by a VJC senior. That was when I began to feel fortunate about the relaxation of life here that I am enjoying. Once I complained about the stress and pressure of life here, now I cannot resist to relish this kind of relaxing lifestyle, comparing the inferno in China.

Almost everyone knows about the hectic high school life in ZZFLS, even now I begin to doubt whether or not I can adapt to the life there. Suspicion about one's ability can always engulf you when you lack self-confidence, and that is always the way to modesty. Now almost everything is repetition, although with certain kinds of modification, leading to a stagnation to the improvement of abilities. Yet meanwhile I am also sure that this kind of education really emancipates people from the life-consuming way of gaining certain abilities, which one do not know whether they will be useful in later life.

Being confined in the ivory tower may be a kind of simple happiness. At least it makes one too busy to be distracted.

Even in the ivory tower, there are variations in monotony. That is why I love my secondary school life so much!

03/07/2008 My Day

It makes my day by talking with you.

If I have the chance and the honour, I want to talk with you till the end of this world. I am afraid of leaving, afraid of losing, but I know you will accompany me to the end of your life.

2oo+ days, perpetual memories. Since you are the first to give us the olive branch, we take it without hesitation. Since you love us so much, we will not blow your love into oblivion. Since you think watb, we will do the best to live up to the expectation.

Love is a subtle thing, when the love is so intense, one will not feel tired. You will be on your journey soon, I wish you all the best, my dear two lifelong friends.

The book I will keep for ever and ever and ever, it is the best gift I have ever got, one million times more precious than anything I have.

You are the sprinter, I will do the sprint for you.

You are sharp, you are affable, and it is my honour to be afflicted by you.

03/07/2008 is my lucky day, my luckiest day ever.

P.S Today we went for the Crime Prevention Skit Competition, the semi-final is a great success, we will not regret for whatever we will get, for we all tried our best.