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May 31 The gift for my Children's DayIn the morning , the footman gave me a letter from the Loyola University Medical Center, and it is a rejection letter. How would I go through all of these? I am beyond sadness, even desperation. I have no idea about my future if I cannot get the offer. The saga of heroes should not just read in the books, they should be in the real life, too. It was an unwakened dream. May 25 After the feverBad mood......
Couple of days ago, I got fever mildly. During these days I realized gradually that any relationship is no more than decorum of life and one should live as vividly as possible all by his or her own. Smiling to strangers and being kind to anyone you speak with, instead of looking forward to the return of love, creating the smooth atmosphere. Doing creative work, listening to vigorous music, chatting with people I love, ignoring the unpleasant remarks of others.........Why not let all the memory here happy?
There are so many grotesque ways of life and some of them sometimes seems so intolerable to me -- So sham and hypocritical, so catch-as-catch-can, so ludicrous and unreasonable, so indecent and brass-visaged. If he or she is attractive to me, or someday would do me a favour, then I should be just friendly. Cold? Reality.
Done with some sort of relationship is, as it goes "harder saying than doing". May 11 Appointment with Death"The illusion that freedom is the prerogative of one's own particular race is fairly widespread. Dr Gerard was wiser. He knew that no race, no country and no individual could be described as free. But he also knew that there were different degrees of bondage "
I am in the middle of Agatha Christie's Appoinment with Death. It is great, specially the words she used. Wonderful, I suppose. May 09 Flying in my hot air ballon Flying in my hot air ballon
Parking my bike at the orphanage
Showing my hot air ballon around
one made of colorfull shreds
Join me my dear friends
Calling so irresistible as this ballad
Join me my dear friends
Carry on the journey in the ballon
Back to your home, up to the heaven
Watching pink cloud flowing by
and blue trees jogging behind
Flying in my hot air ballon
like a hubble-bubble with euphoria
Blazes Van Gogh's landscape
Shaving otters in the beck
Echoing chorus of the frogs
Flying in my hot air ballon
like an easygoing roc
Unfolds Wind in the Willows
Join us my dear friends
why not take a journey
as a outlier of life
Just in my hot air ballon
'Cause we wanna skim through
both the air and life
travelling like a hot air ballon
Picking of stars on the curtain of night
to enchase the dream of Little Prince
Absorbed in the airring lullaby
teddy beers rising to be Triones
Dreaming in my hot air ballon
Chevying jumping surf ahead
Skethcing our home in the sand
Flying in my hot air ballon
like a huge happy spun sugar
Aims at the rocking destinaton
Join us my dear friends
why not take a journey
as a outlier of life
Just in my hot air ballon
'Cause we wanna skim through
both the air and life
back to our home,
up to the heaven
travelling like a hot air ballon |
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