I thought this summer was already going to be somewhat interesting. But another event came up.
And I guess that Jay Chou song is right. If there's something wrong, just go home, and no matter how hard life is, family will be there for you. Of course, at appropriate times, I would bring in humor to lighten up the whole situation. It's working on my mom so far.
On another note, I have outdone myself again for the summer! Except this time, I'm reaching out to people to have fun too! *Good sigh*
My mood has been all over the place and back. My days have been so busy, and sleep has been so lacking, that if I don't get coffee in the morning, I... I... I apologize in advance. And what is keeping me sane throughout this whole thing? MUSIC. Almost therapy.
Kaitlyn: Are there Easter bunnies here? Me: What do you mean? K: Where do they live? Me: In the forest... where there are trees and bushes and grass. They like to be in the bushes and grass. K: [Silence. Focuses outside the window. Searches very carefully for bunnies, then points to the shrubs at the side of the freeway where the walls are] Oh! Do they live there?? D: No no no. There are too many cars here and there's barely any grass! Would you like to live where there are lots of cars zooming past? K: No... D: Bunnies need grass so they can run around. K: No, you mean bounce! [Gets her arms in bunny-form] D: Ah, yes. I mean bounce.
With constantly advancing technology, comes more work, more research, and less time. With less time and with the ability to do computations and reach our destinations instantly, comes the increased pressure.
If only, like technology, we can improve ourselves repeatedly -- become more efficient -- to the level and pace of technology. Until then, we are victims. Victims with an overwhelming amount of work that has yet to be done or even touched.
Sans surpris, quand je dois étudier, je « blog » toujours....
Pour moi, maintenant, c’est dommage que je sais plus de français que chinois.Est-ce que je suis vraie chinoise ?Oui, bien sûr ; mais, je ne peux lire... ni écrire... ni parler (un peu).Gahhh.La semaine dernière, mon prof m’a donnée un regard terrible après avoir appris de mon manque de chinois.Il est coréen. Son aide pour la classe est japonais.Les deux savent bien le chinois.Le seconde a habité à Hong Kong aussi ! Et moi ? Heh, je regarde les séries.Je parle la langue à ma mère – mais ma compétence est... comme ci, comme ça.Par contre, le français ! Je le pratiquais tous les jours depuis quatorze ans.Je lis, parle, écris... J’analyse la poésie, les œuvres d’art, les systèmes générales de France... Sans doute, je suis encore l’apprendre – La perfection est si loin de moi.N’importes pas – le fait est :la culture chinoise me manque.Alors... j’irai à Hong Kong (uh, j’espère) cet automne.Je verrai tous les choses qui étaient montrés à la télévision !Je rencontrerai beaucoup de personnes chinoises.Les personnes comme moi, ou les personnes qui me semblent physiquement.Il sera mon premier voyage international. Le bonheur est trop ! =)
Zut, je dois dormir. Ma coloc endort maintenant... je vous dis plus tard ? Man, je n’ai rien fait aujourd’hui et il y a quatre partiels ces semaines prochaines. Aidez-moi!
