I don't have any solution, but I certainly admire the problem.

Make it Happen
Dance to the music, flow to the wave of love tide. the sexy girl in the picture was the heroin in the latest hot movie"make it happen". this girl made it happen to realize her dream to a famous dancing school. influenced by her mother , she was born and grown into a good dancer. but her mother died of sickness and so did her father of heart attack. after losing parents, she live with her older brother. while his brother did not show any support to her dance future and after her failing first auditorian , she happened to dance in a club named "ruby", where she made new friends and found back her potential for dancing. during the time in the club, her brother condemned her for the lie of her successfully accepted by the school. sometimes it was painful to tell the truth, lie would be better and a good chance to tell the truth. the chance came later for this dancing girl and she finally convinced everyone by her flowing dancing sole.it was inspiring and encouraging. a girl did not give up her dream and just make it happen finally.
A Labour in Vain!i could have a rather comfortable day but" merry go round" gave me a busy friday. our school dormitory required us to hand in the healthy certification, which i left home, while all the other friends did not forget to take the little devil here.so i had to head for the hospital by myself and get it. after a blank morning i finall could move in the bus 7211. this was my first time by this bus and it took almost 20 minutes to the appointed place. by the road signs indexing the hospital, i reached there and stepped into , just at the flashing moment, a terrible thought came to my mind and my heart was sinking to the bottom of the cold pitch black sea. i forgot to take my ID CARD! it was a horrible thing happened to my recent life. regardless how i begged the lady in the acceptance desk, i had to head back for my dorm again, which meant more waste of time and money. i tried to cut my expenses but it just happeded to use the additional money in an totally unexpecting way.i dragged my heavy legs through the dusty , mixed air. i pulled myself up and folded back to the bus station immediately, with all my cards including key card. another half hour passed and in the same place i jumped off the bus which made me carsick this second time ride. i filled out a form and dealed by x ray, which bothered me to take off all my upper clothes, then injection and urine as usual test happened in china. i was told to get the sheet on next thursday.Completely exausted by the walking, searching, testing , riding in the stuffy bus, i arrived my little temporary home.I thought i had a very bad day and a even worse dinner with too much salt in the blend noodles. sometimes i just went through bad times , i t just went through without leaving the least trace behind. bad times were short.In the evening, together with my other two roommates , not satisfied with the tastless noodles, another one was just too stuffed with food, so we agreed to hang out and do something funny. it was chilly outside, the darkness was decorated with the lamp and running cars coming and going busily, politely. across the track , through the long alley, zhanghen bought a fried chicken and i bought two boxes of strawberry milks and jihyan was trying to make her full stomach flat by walking , talking and laughing.Guess where was sehua? i knew she was having dinner with professors and classmates, but it was wrong for a girl to be out so late. a ring came and it was said sehua was too drunken to come back. we were so worrying about sehua and ready to meet her after another her classmate sent her around here,or in front of our dorm. the place where they gathered must be a long distance from here since it took a long time to take sehua room. she was staggering and rumbling something, not clearly and with some mysterious materials on the forehead, which was seen as food out from her belly through throat. it smelled bad and appeared disgusting. tonight, i saw my daddy in sehua and she was even daddier. a drunk woman was more tacky than a man. she was singing loudly and shouting and torturing us life we were her boyfriend. my god, girl! a broken heart was drunk and it affected the brain defunction. she was still singing randomly out of tunes. where was the noise coming from? i just wanted to throw her out of the window. after 2 hours singing, she must pretended to be drunk. she was too afraid to wake up and come back to this cruel world. But it was wrong to solve problem by alchohol, which only intensify the situation.

There is no difference between a wise man and a fool when they fall in love

I was shocked by sehua's one night experience with another man who was not her boy friend but only a normal friend. not even getting out of the torture from the exboyfriend, she was jumping into another one. it was good beginning before the one night man slept with her and not contact her untill now. they were close friends but now it was out of the circle of friendship but not lover zone. it was ambassard situation for both of them. everyday sehua was waiting for the playboy's message and call but the phone seemed to be broken or dumbstruck.
I think there is no suffering greater than what is caused by the doubts of those who want to believe. I know what torment this is, but I can only see it, in myself anyway, as a process by which faith is deepended. A faith that just accepts is a child's faith and all right for children, but eventually you have to grow religiously as every other way, though some never do. What people dont realize is how much religion costs. They think faith is a big electric blanket, when of course it is a cross. It is much harder to believe than not to believe. If you feel you can't believe, you must at least do this: keep an open mind. Keep it open toward faith, keep wanting it , keep asking for it, and leave the rest to God. Don't expect faith to clear everything up for you. Faith is trust, not certainty.

A word to the wise ain't necessary. It's the stupid ones who need the advice.

The day passed and never return, my first semester in Korea was almost done and we were about to write papers as a final examination. actually, two papers for two professors, one was criticism and the other was drama. i have little idea about the papers, a long period of focus of study would be needed for my smooth graduation in the near future.
In this golden season, the girls of golden age was taking fresh air out with hundreds of close friends. sehua was out dinner with friends and seemed to almost recover from bad mood. i was so glad to see her refresh again.
the unbearable love was coming to jihyan tonight, which drove her crazy. several calls from her mother's friend and father's friend in Korea, saying would like to visit jihyan , which were unbearably suffering and bothering. we would rather stay in our comfortable zone than have a awkward and uneasy dinner with our parents' friends. what a waste of time! of course jihyan declined and hung up the phone impatiently. this kind of rude behavior let me down a lot , the moment she hung up phone, i lost a chance to have a free dinner together.
But one door closed , the other opened. i had fried rice cooked by jihyan which were free and tasty. she cooked for us tonight and all of us enjoyed her outstanding culinary. in the rice was lots of nutrition like eggs and sauces and carrots. it looked good and tasted fantastically good! i wish she could cook for us everyday. i like to have daydream.

You know it's love when forever is not long enough.

Single and ready to mingle with some others!
1111 was a special day observed as single's day in korea(i am not sure wheather it is celebrated worldwide, but it seems to be also celebrated in china too in recent years) obviously it was for the singles but also for the ones who were popular around or famous or welcome too. those popular hot girls and boys, women and men ,would probably recieve a lot of biebierou, the more biebierou, the more popular.
unfortunately i received not even one while my friends got a lot from male friends especially. the stick chocolate busicuit was making me so jealous that i just comfort myself for hating the commercial business profitting from such festivals.
Sehua was in low mood for the unhappiness of the cold war between her boyfriend. while on the other hand, she was soothed from handsome friends as a sweet balm to the shattering heart, a save in time saves nine, her friends were appearing in the right time and tonight would be the night----alcohol, smoking and hundreds of close friends party and a chance for hooking up with some smart guys! When speaking of lost love,time may heal all wounds,but there will always be scars. best wishes for her and another lonely night.
i was a lonely girl, so what? Love is just a word until someone you meet gives it a proper meaning.




GUESS! WHOSE LEGS ?

It is a scale of proportions which makes the bad difficult and the good easy

The sticky rice with salt

Today i cooked some rice for breakfast(which was the virgine cook since i came korea), which would be enough left over for supper.
the rice was good before i cooked it. after the water and electric action to the pretty rice, the rice was tortured and became sticky and ugly inedible. if it was not due to the over water and not the quality of the rice, then it must be the very old dysfunctional electric rice box. something is better than nothing. i would like to respect my own labour and just put the sticky into my sticky mouth, which was too sticky to open without great decision. Anyway it was changed into energy and i took my afternoon class. not knowing what was happening to my friend sehua, i headed for my room and found out she was back and changing off clothes with the closet opened, dark shadowed face, dry lips moving faintly , trying to tell me what happened. i thought her unwise blind move to far far away as 5 hours train to reason with the man or the last struggle to save her breaking love as stupidness. what was worse, she almost committed suicide desperately. her hand was bound with bandage and it was difficult for her to remove clothes. the bag and sleeves were all dyed with bloody carlet blood.

oh, how fiercely she was in love! such things could never happen to me, i am such a girl who never took love as pain. i would never love one who would do things not caring about who he was hurting. someone was worth to be loved, while others not worthwhile.
i hope sehua would recover from the hurt mentally and physically as soon as possible and i guess the best way to recover was to find another solemate, to soothe her bleeding heart.

i would rather be ignored than to be tortured ^-^

Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it

The beginning of the end

God took a nap after 6 days creating everything in the universe and we kept unconcisous on sundays after creating rubish and nothing!
habits seemed to be contagious and we all enjoyed sunday by sleeping until 3 pm! i was so sad to find out the time was so late the moment i opened my eyes, yet still sleepy... at the beginning of the end, i tried my best to make up the lost time and began the first step with talking timelessly with my friends, food, fashion, man are all perfect themes for the mouth and soul exercise. it was hard to make chick to shut up. we just liked talking and gossiping about everything.realizing that i was hanging around with an empty stomach, i had some instant noodles for survival. it was lucky for me to have noodles and a pan for cooking it.
if the earth stops spinning around the sun for a moment, i would be very happy to relive my sunday. what is done cannot be undone, i sat in front of the computer, trying to read books at the same time. computer won, and book was out. chatting happily with my friends until it came to my father! i lost all appetite to chat anymore after a boring, impatient talk with my parents. there was nothing to talk about everyday with them. i love and honor them but not in this way. it was wise for me to stop chatting before i lost too much temper!

another boring and peaceful sunday was broken by someone's desperating tears! i could not stop appreciating my own good temper after hearing the horrible quarrel between sehua and her stupid boyfriend. i was so talktive sometimes but not very much under this tearful situation. what shoud i say to comfort this little pitiful soul? she seemed to be tortured a lot by the man on the phone. the girls really have the potential of screaming. she was screaming and crying and repeating the same sentence which was"how come u treat me like this!"
i could draw a concise guess from their quarrel that her boy was not nice. maybe they were both tortured from not meeting each other for 2 weeks. the man was so mean as a man. was it worthwhile to put too much affection to this man? i was acting and speaking like a comforting angel by patting the poor creature in bed, pillow was soaked by tears and eyes were red and swelled up. after the serious fighting over the phone, she decided to go to find the man who hang up the phone furiously, which was so so unforgivable and impolite in my point of view! oh, my god, was love being together stupid? should love be painful?
in the evening jihyan and i went out for shopping, and i was thinking to buy some rice and oil for cooking.
on the road, we caught eye with chicken car, and we bought 2 chickens at 9000yuan, with little control. in the supermarket, i bought the rice at 12000yuan and oil 10000yuan. i was beginning to cut short my expenses and save some money for long term.
the chicken was so delicious and we were having a great night with the chicken and chatting. around 11 pm sehua texted me that she would arrive at weishan at 1 am . i was so worried about her safety and everything. sizzle or fizzle? let's see tomorrow's sehua came back!

Championship and The New Rising Star
A Ray of Sunshine was Penetrating Through the Curtain and .....
the sports game event finally arrived with my great expectation. i was the most excited one though i was only an spectator without taking part in any items. zhanghen was playing ping pong and jihyan was playing volleyball. it started at 1 pm in the gymnasium and our teacher handed out us the white uniform for this game. such kind of sports game was held once a year , both foreign and Korean students would be involved. after a short conventional talk , which was a formality, the game began as soon as we were sat on our seats. girls and boys were all cheerful and energetic for cheering up the first game----basketball , china vs Korea. but it seemed to be a subtle difference between them and me. i was mentally excited but physically suffering from serious starving. my stomach was grumbling and my eyes were dazzling and minds were spinning. i kept complaining to my friends how hungry i was , drawing pitiful attention from them. they were so absorbed in the game . vainly, i gave up mumbling and watching games. the basketball was very fierce and after serious fouls by Korea yet still china won. the funniest part was the Chinese cheers, who were so partial to our part and driving Korean students crazy by laughing at and laughing with, which i though as a little low...LOL. At the same time the ping pong competition was going on in the corner. we were viewing how zhanghen was skillful and glorious on the stadium. after several rounds of competition, she was on the way to championship and she won it at last.
we were all so proud of her and she was showing the biggest satisfying smile. the games were carrying on smoothly and orderly one by one, basketball, ping pong, volleyball... the winner took all, volleyball winner also went to the Chinese team. we were so proud of the teamwork and high spirits, which led our part finally won. besides all those games, it came along with the most impressive game named BARRIER RUNNING. in this game, the competitors were required to run over several barriers after a merry-spinning , wearing duck feet shoes then bearing a girl on back, running over a high barrier. many girls had to step on the boys' back when run over the last big barrier, but still some failed after stamping the poor boys' back cruelly for more than 20 times. they were struggling and fighting against all the barriers. and the games were ended successfully with a splendid and shinning campus singers' beautiful pop songs. we encouraged our roommate jihyan to sing a song and she did it perfectly by gaining the admiration and appreciation from all audience under the stage. she was like a bright star rising from the far horizon. her even danced to the music and we were all heated up by her energy and hot dance. i almost forgot my whole day diet after so many hours of wonderful shows by the lovely friends.
the time for dinner came around 7 pm and we had a big feast all together.

a whole days starvation finally paid the price with such delicious food, i had never been so hungry in my life and never so satisfied either.