lesson one. and good to know i can count myself as a professional too.

lesson two: don't trust word of mouth, trust what is written in black and white, with seals and legal effect. for cases in which mutual trust is built, it follows other rules.

 a friend of min pointed out the cyclic thing  in my life, major changes every two years. and in retrospect, it rings true. but this time it is so dramatic and drastic, as if i were blown in a whirlwind of events, i have virtually stopped diary keeping, becuase i barely have time for reflection, when i finally have a breather, i would just lie down and try to sleep.

my mind goes back to the days when the autumn leaves paint a melancholy hue in my heart, when i would gaze at the azure sky outside room 303, thinking about nothing and everything, also the days when i was reading some book under the warm sunshine on the balcony in my dorm, or even listening to some old tunes, moved by the stories told in radio or on pages.

indeed, for me there was no love when i was a student, all i had was the passion for language and the unyielding spirit against odds, plans made, realized, new plans, new challenges. those fleeting feelings, lines strewn here and there in those pages are gone memories. my life suddenly becomes too real, or maybe i have been living a serious life, drab and dull, because there was once a time when money was lurching as the unavoidable devil to spur me on my journey.

and suddenly i remembered so many friends whose name appeared in my diary for a certain period of time, and then gradually they are just MSN contact, the other day when i saw Dana's picture, i wondered if she was the teacher with so infectious laughter...

another friend of mine told me about the hatred he has towards those people, and that he does not want to forget this hatred, now I searched for the same sentiment in my mind, from very beginning in school, to now. I was envied by her, misunderstood by her, hated by her. But now they all look like a joke. She may never come back to my life as a rival, and she has already said sorry and was forgiven, and she? Maybe this work is not done yet. But when he said I am sorry for what I have put you thru, I smiled at this end and told him it is over.

My story is atypical and typical at the same time. 7 years ago I told everyone in the classroom I wanted to keep inner peace, which impressed Ms Zhang. And the first time I attended the mass, the greeting at the end “may peace be with you’ touched me a lot. I told that friend may peace be with him. And I wish peace be with you.