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9/25/2007 Moonnight
9/20/2007 I'm Not ReadyEventually, several months passed. Everyone is making preparations for the Graduate Candidate Test. So am I. Every day I review books in the dormitory or classroom. When people ask me what's going on with my study, I always tell them everything is in progress. I don't want them to worry about me. I try to make them believe everything is under control and I have done my best. But the point is I'm not ready. I seriously mean it! Now I regret for my fooling around in the past three years. I don't know these three years' importance till now. But it's too late. The golden days have past away. Only regret remains. After entering the university, I did nothing valuable. No scholarships, no articles, no subjects, no prizes, even no gfs. Shortly, I have nothing. So sometimes I laughed at myself. And I'm ashamed of my mediocrity. However, these virtual things have been beyond my caring. At present what I care about most is the following Graduate Candidate Test. I need to get a good score for further education. But I'm not sure for that. Competing with students from all over the country is inevitable. It must be cruel. I try to make myself not think about the outcome. I don't want to be much tenser. In fact I'm a bit of nervous. What should I do next? I'm not ready for it. And tomorrow when the sun rises, I will do the same thing that I ever did again.
9/5/2007 A Dreaming BeautyA dreaming beauty, one of my closest friends, will fly to the other hemisphere for her bright future. It sounds As we know, where there is a will there is a way. So, after many months' efforts your dream comes true finally. I always say that God is just. Your success proves that I am right again. Do you think so? Excuse for my narcissism. But I’m really good for you. Tomorrow you will leave Beijing, a place where you live by birth. It’s the first time you have been far away from home. Neither boyfriend’s love nor parents’ care, I am not assured that you’ll get used to new life there. Nevertheless, some schoolmates will go together with you. You are lucky. What can we do for you? Blessing is must. Obviously, we all look forward to seeing you come back. Don’t forget it. Have a pleasant trip, villa. Don’t worry. Everything will go well. Just be patient. And your passion is very important. When you come back, we’ll be waiting for you here. Remember, we do miss you. Good luck!
Self-Portrait of a Dreaming Beauty 9/4/2007 Go on or Not Imitating a prevalent saying nowadays, to go on or not, it's a question.
It's really a question.
Eight months ago, I signed up this space as an English-witten blog. In fact, I had signed up a space two years ago. I published many entries in this previous space. I wrote some of them in Chinese, and the others in English. As entries increased, I thought that one page composed of two different languages looked like a bit of rough-and-tumble. So I had this space come out here. It's a good idea at that time, I think. And it turned out to be very nice.
I tried to publish entries as many as I could. I regarded this space as a particular place where I communicated with the outside. Not only could I practice my English writing, but also I could tell all over the world what I thought. So I called one of its functions "to be international". Even I indeed made some foreign friends. It seems a success.
Nevertheless everything is changing. The situation varies every day. I find fewer acquaintances visit this space. Page views sometimes 0 within a day. What a pity! It means only I visit this space myself. Nobody else. I write something, and then I read it several times to myself. That's it. Only me know the details of this blog. Occasionally, some strangers come and add a comment. But they just drop in and don't care the inside of your heart. In other words, the blog makes no sense.
I didn't mean to let it happen. But it did.
I really want you to understand what I am thinking and everything deep inside me. Now that you don't care everything here, then whom I write these words for? What should I do? Shall I go on to update the blog like before?
Could you tell me, baby?
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