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6/2/2006 THE SU ELECTIONLess than happy, but , I do feel good.
Not that I won the election campain of student union, but my lost self in the last dark July. Cheer up and work hard, my comrades.
Do remember, we are not made up of wonderful words, but wonderful works.
5/27/2006 FAR NOT YETHe was gentle. He was modest. He is not.
Too much self-esteem casted him into the pandemonium of blind. A sense of aggressive, which overwhelmed his conscious of progressive, has fulfilled him for such a long time that even he himself has already mistaken them as if they were the same.
Fumbling, he needs to find the right track back, where he was, where he should have been, where he is about to be. 5/6/2006 HOLIDAY UPDATES IIThe days fly. For us, the seven-day holidays seem just over a cup of tea. Many my friends recently are getting hazy, moody or fussy. The next few lines are the views I gave Julia, and also here to share with you.
I enjoy hard work and foolish play, but both are difficult when I am cluttered up with too much thought. So I set me myself a motto: I have no way, but one way. You guys know that it’s a pun about a girl, but do never neglect its literal idea—once you are determined to do one thing, stubbornly, stick to it and relentlessly, you must be aware enough to cut off any other thought or choice.
HOLIDAY UPDATES IWhen I finished writing this article, I died.
I would not describe my holiday assignment as a murder, mostly because that would be understating how much sufferings I had.
My friend, if you were mercy enough to have my revenge, do remember that the brutal villain was nobody else but my boss, Edward.
If I had never felt weary of reading English before, I felt weary then. Among the given options of the eight English novels, I choose the shortest one called The Black Cat, which covers upon thousands of words in length . A big deal still seems it not? Well,well, if the length of story was just a blunt bar as I played down; then the massive amount of advanced and elusive new words which summed to hundreds made the sharp edge of the lethal sword, penetrating my body and leaving me one last breath.
Then a reflection on it.
Just what I needed!
REFLECTION ON THE BLACK CAT
What are we readers expecting in a story?
The unexpected. If an ordinary succession of events builds up a skeleton of a narration, the coincidences and accidents are nourishing the story with flesh and blood. Though narrating a series of very natural causes and effects, The Black Cat penned by Edgar Allan Poe fantastically gets its wings with the logical but unpredictable advance of the tale.
In the very beginning of the story, the narrator has made it clear that the events are mere household and “...some intellect more calm, more logical, and far less excitable than my own,” will perceive them as nature. However, he has also set the horror atmosphere that he neither expect nor solicit us readers to believe him, because “Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence.”
As the narrator begins to flashback, we readers discover that the man's personality had undergone a drastic transformation which he attributes to the perverse side of his nature evoked by the alcohol. It is easy for us to follow him when he became moody and irritable from docility and humanity. But it is beyond our reach when on one night, how he should cut one of his partial cat’s eyes from the socket! No matter how “…much intoxicated,” he was, the unforeseen atrocity hideously shocks every reader. We might take it as an acceptable accident, though.
Ambiguous and obscure, superstitions are also involved in the story, though the narrator just gave an understatement and assumed it to be coincidences. The idea that “my wife, who at heart was not a little tinctured with superstition, made frequent allusion to the ancient popular notion, which regarded all black cats as witches in disguise.” was just mentioned by him “the matter at all for no better reason than that it happens, just now, to be remembered.” The narrator went to great lengths to scientifically explain the apparition of the cat in the wall; however, the chains of events were so highly coincidental that an explanation relying on the supernatural may be easier to accept.
Once again, we readers wonder if it is a damnation or what when we learn that the second cat was also missing an eye, with the chest upon which the gallows-like pattern were appearing. Superstitions or just coincidences? We don’t know. The narrator this time was very careful to avoid stating if it was the same eye of which Pluto was deprived or how it happened that the damnable patterns appear on the second cat. For us, we know the least, and even the appearance of the second cat was unexpected.
Of all the coincidences and accidents, the discovery of the cat behind the cellar wall is the easiest to believe while the disclosure of the crime is not so. On reading the line “I was answered by a voice from within the tomb! --by a cry,” I guess every reader now could have the expectation for the end of the story.
4/27/2006 DEAD POETS SOCIETYThere are certain movies that get under your skin, never to come out. They change your life, subtly altering your perceptions of reality, almost always for the better.
Dead Poets Society is one of those few movies, a truly poetry on the screen.
It ends with the climax where Mr. Keating was forced to leave his position at a strictly conventional academy, Wellson, when almost all his students in the classroom climbed up the desks and stood on them as the final salute to him in the way he had taught them…
“From here, you can have a different perspective of the world. ”on the desk in the front of the classroom, once acclaimed the charismatic English professor, John Keating.
A weird guy of wit. That was the first impression that Keating had left on his every student. Listening to the old photos on the wall, ripping off the introductory parts of the new text books, and stepping freely on the yard—unorthodoxy, it’s the stuff his teaching methods were made of.
An uplifting captain of dream. It was Captain Keating who steered his boys in the voyage of minds freedom. Beneath the untypical pedagogy, he was helping the young get rid of the stereotyped rituals of academy. Instead, he was inspiring the young boys to pursue individual passions and to suck out the essence of their own lives.
An innocent convict of conflict. In the movie, there were full of conflicts between the world of innovations and the realitic limitations. Poor Keating, however, was the one struggling in the joint of the two. His beloved boy Neil's suicide was a catastrophic shock, numbing his soul. Trying to lead his students into the free world, but relentlessly, he was expelled by the real world.
The Prometheus stole the seed of fire for mankind, while he himself was convicted in the end. However, it’s not an end of a story, but a very beginning of the whole mythology. Keating has left though, he will always be remembered by his students. Not only in the movie, but every viewer in reality.
Yawp!
Suck the marrow out of life.
Yawp! Seize the day and make our lives extraodinary.
Yawp!
Follow your dreams no matter what the thresholds would come.
Short-lived as it might be, Yawp! The world will hear it!
4/16/2006 NOT VIN, BUT METhanks Dav.
For your invitation to co-play the song in your final competition of TOP TEN SINGERS.
That night was this crazy, and very much I did enjoy.
The hightlight.
The screams.
And the David-dressed Vincent, rapping on the stage.
3/24/2006 A PRICE ON MY HEADYou will envy me! Can you imagine that, everyday, I can have lunch with many girls, study, chat and that I can even play sports with many girls? Not only that, I always sit in the rear of the classroom and overlook the front scenery made up of 26 cute flowers, which seemingly has become a typical work of mine already.
Am I a dude?
Of course, hehe. NOT.
As the only boy in my class, so-be-it, I have the priority. I fantastically enjoy the price on my head, I mean that the feelings of being wanted really boost the male ego and flatter me a lot.:-P
Incidentally, however, I have to live up with the true value of the price.
On Monday’s listening class, I was picked out beyond peradventure to be the he-host of the final performing-formed exam.
And undoubtedly, I was told to team up with Maggie, Bunny, Piaopiao, representing our class to fight the debate against Class One with our tongues and saliva.
I even acted as a hero, or so I thought, on Tuesday evening. Promptly, I run to the spot where a girl of Class Five fainted unconscious because of the respiratory disease. Awkward but awfully dispensable I thought I was, helped send the girl to the school hospital. I missed Lili’s birthday that night, though.
Now, I should go back to the point of the word PRICE. Prices are decided by the values. It is a commonsense, and now it is also the argument I need to debate for on next Monday’s course of Marxisitic Political Economics. As I’m illoquacious and inexperienced in arguing, more imposing than furniture, I might almost as same silent when debating on the stage.
So, don’t be too hard on me, my girls, will you? :-) 3/11/2006 FOREVER, A MIRACLEWhen You Believe, a song resonant faming with Mariah Carey, haunts me a lot these days. I am being fully intoxicated in it, in the delicate words, marvelous melody and, bless her, in Mariah's spiritual performance.
Many nights we pray, with no proof anyone could hear.
And our hearts a hopeful song, we barely understood. Now we are not afraid, although we know there's much to fear. We were moving mountains long, before we know we could. There can be miracles, when you believe.
Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles, you can achieve. When you believe, somehow you will, You will when you believe. "Life is not the amount you take. It's the moments that take your breath away" -- Hitch
In this time of fear, when prayer so often proves in vain.
Hope seems like the summer birds, too swiftly flown away. And now I am standing here, my heart's so full I can't explain. Seeking faith and speaking words, I never thought I'd say. There can be miracles, when you believe.
Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles, you can achieve. When you believe, somehow you will, You will when you believe. Miracles? Can that really happen in our life? God knows. There is, however, one thing I am sure -- life itself is a miracle forever. So, when things just happened, amazing how, but when it did...Maybe we still couldn't assure ourselves to believe it yesterday, but today, we might find that we cannot live. Without it.
2/26/2006 STEP THE TEMPO OF YOUR OWNBack on the familiar terra, walking along our very own Moon River, I can feel a sense settling me quite well. Quiet and pure, it is the place that we call campus, where I have my class, my 26 lovely classmates, even the air appears to smell romantic, and sluggish, the time gurgles.
Transiently, however, the subsequent pace is changed. The second day on campus came the results of the final exams we had had last semester. Higher than I thought, lower than I sought, my grades on the list, in the end, trailed two girls.
Of the two girls, one is my class fellow, Michelle, a studious girl who dominates far better than me, vocabulary power, speaking ability and, on the whole, a talent of language studying. Reciprocal competitions often happen between us two, and of course between me and the rest competent friends.
Being left behind, especially by girls, you know, is not a good feeling, so in this semester, in a sense, I have to speed up for this.
Another story happens simultaneously.
It is on the scene in the gym. The boys and girls are hand in hand, dancing to the music. Luckily, I am one of them. Being a lazy bone sometimes, I ever forgot to register my PE course last semester. As a result, at random, I am appointed by the curriculum system to the social dance. It was the same situation with David, but not Bocchi, since he did it on “dirty” purpose, ha-ha. Anyhow, we three gathered again and dreamed our nice dreams.
When the day finally came, we were disillusioned that our dreams would be called dreams. Hah, our partners turned out to be the ones according to the heights. So, Bocchi, 186cm, Davy, 180cm and me, 178cm was sure to face the girls who are…
Only a healthy attitude can conciliate our setbacks. Well, well, we are here only to keep fit, to learn dancing and, nothing more.
By the way, keeping the pace of life, I guess, is not the same as dancing to the rhythm. Whether it is suitable for you, quick or slow, instead rests on the tempo of your own.
2/1/2006 BLOWING IN THE WINDHow many roads must a man walk down before they call him a man?
So whatever, if now you possess it, just enjoy it.
1/20/2006 PERHAPS LOVEIt being yesterday, a little drizzle veiling in air, we met again.
I never dreamed. Never did I dream that I could ever see you once again. Thanks to the theme party held by Qingyi, many good friends and us, gathered and enjoyed a finely convivial atmosphere.
At the first eye contact yesterday, I felt, to be frank, surprised and somewhat embarrassed; but it was surely warm and really turned me on. For about half a year, I haven’t seen you, haven’t even heard about you, only one piece of mutual message via the cell phone on Thanksgiving Day. You dressed elegantly yesterday and wore a silky long hair as you used to, still so charming.
At the home party, as watching the movie Perhaps Love, we chatted dearly so much. Accompanied by you is my whole bliss. The every second became highly precious. And at buffet dinner, it was the first time that I had tasted your dish work. It is rather marvelous, I am serious. Anyway, the moment we gathered is that sweety to me. If only it could be held on forever.
I cannot deceive myself; you are still the first “hello” every morning and the last “good night” every evening to me. Yes, you are always occupying the bottom of my heart. Half a year ago, I hung back because of the failure, you know. So, now, how can I express my affection? It’s clear we have become parallel, parallel. A bright tomorrow is right there waiting for you. What if I were gonna be selfish in your way. God damned me! How much am I being abhorring the curse from the hell and how much do I cherish you? I hate it, do you know, I terribly hate it!
However, what can I do…
Perhaps love.
But.
Dear, you deserve more.
Not me...
1/1/2006 KISS IT THEN KICK ITThe year 2005 has rung down the curtain in the end.
Kiss it hard, for the laughter and tears we experienced in the last year. Then kick it harder, for the new glories and dreams in the year 2006.
Are you ready? Now, let’s hit the road! 12/11/2005 THE VIRGIN MARYThe photos above are my girl FRIENDS and me. Nice or what?
I am involved in a blog game given by Sarah once again. In the game, 8 attributes have to be raised for your ideal lover; in addition, you should make each of them well accounted for.
Only 8? Seems far too few...hah
So far, I have been always imagining it might be characteristics of her to be kind, minded, fine looking, gentle, considerate, decent, courteous, and graceful, with refined manners, a good command of basic Chinese and handwriting. It would sure add her glamour if she would have a sense of arts for singing and dancing. How can I forget, the bottom line is that she shoud be a master of cooking and house work~~~~Ha-ha.
Dear, me. Visionary dreamer, am I?
"Actually, it’s not a dream, buddy." said my friends, "There is certainly such a girl like that. Guess who she is?"
“The Virgin Mary.”
Girls
are like apples
on trees. The best ones
are at the top of the trees.
The boys don't want to reach for
those better ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't so good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, The one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.
the brave climber Vince ^ ^
12/3/2005 REFLECTION ON THE EVALUATIONSince nothing special happens to me this week, I choose to paste the assignment by our tuitor, something named reflection on the recent affairs? I don’t know. The article feels somewhat cold. Whatever, I make it in English and that is what I am getting at.
NEWS AN AFFIRMTIVE SUCCESS On Dec.19, the delegation of the Undergraduate Educating Evaluation headed by Mr. Liu Xiangrong, the principal of the HNNU, arrived at our university, starting an on-the-spot investigation.
COMMENTS NOT A THING OF THE PAST At last—yes! – we gained the battle. The campaign ended in the grand slam. During those days, I could even feel the efforts veiling the whole campus that every one of my schoolmates had tried their best to contend for the evaluation with the highest moods that I have ever seen. Cheers, comrades, we made it.
May I venture, however, to ask that all we could do is only to made it? Hang about! Something seems not right here. You must have noticed the ‘-ed’ form of ‘make’ appears so pricking after the ‘to’. Not only grammatically but also actually and totally it is wrong.
It is not a thing of the past. Much as we have done, the essence is not about what we did, but about what we are doing and what we shall do.
So, why not change it, my friend? Instead of the false notion, I guess we should KEEP MAKING IT no matter whether there is an inspector around us.
Is there any difficulty to have lessons on time or to stay awake at classes? I believe not. They are the most routine things for students while we are undergrads. In fact, punctuality and responsibility are the fundamental codes of conduct in moral culture to every adult. If only all of us could do such wee bit easy gestures.
As cells of our univ, let’s move! Let’s move and infect all the buddies on campus.
'Wise up and Wear it. ' 11/26/2005 NUMB BOMBWhen it came to the section 2, Davy bombed...
David, a big shot on campus is to be screened as the hero in my PLACE this week. The dude is one of my roommates. All the four boys from 103B are outstanding, and Davy is in particular. The photo above makes my words superfluous. He is not a guy of stereotype. In a sense, he is always pursuing something ‘deviant’. That guy takes a fancy to Black. Pop, rap and hip-hop, he is really an expert in Negro Music.
You may find his dressing taste is also exceptional stylish. To confide to you, once I took a try at his clothes, guess what, the suit was so big that it hung loosely on me as if I were a very cook! Well, I was not a man born of that gift.
This week, Davy and another roommate of me, Eric, participated the Host Competition first round. Compared with other contestants, it is quite a piece of cake for us, English Majors to make an self-introduction in English. So, in the first section, he was conspicuously superb.
When it came to the section 2, Davy bombed! God, he became Negro rapper right before our eyes! The man rapped 'numb' bombing here and there! The stage, the hall and all the audience were bombed by his impressive performance! With blood impulsed to eyes and ears, all that we could feel that moment was the pervasive excitement in the air. It was a high time of him to clutch at everyone’s heart. Davy, you did it!
Congratulations, my man. Tell everyone in the coming final, you are invincible! 11/25/2005 A BLOG GAMEIt is a game popular on the blog. Anyone who is called has to answer all the questions left by his fellows. Not only that, he must add his own to the list, and then call the next. Last week, the lucky shot kissed me. I was picked out by Sarah, a cute junior as well as a very good ET of me. The assignment is rather a BIG trouble, but I enjoy it. Question 1: Supposing that one day when you woke up, all the people around became toads, what would you do then? My answer: It’s a sick joke, dear. Maybe for me, I would chose to sack out again. Question 2: How can you treat the disease of insomnia？ My answer: Well, any time you would feel like a feel, just call me please. Tell me you are the same victim of that and I might be comforted enough to fall asleep. Question 3: Which girl of the two do you prefer? One who is as thin as a pin or a little plump? My answer: Comparatively speaking, the poppy fat is lovelier. Question 4: Would you feel happy if you find your life-long partner were not the one you love the most? My answer: For heaven’s sake, may it would not happen to me. Question 5: Does it imply affection when I am up to my ears in work; still do I leave an eye for what she ask me to do? My answer: I don’t know. In most cases, she is my mother. Question 6: Can you describe three foibles of yours? My answer: You rat~~I will never tell you that I am good at *&^$# Question 7: Where is the Shangri-La to spend your old age? My answer: In my opinion, it’s not a question about where, but about with whom. I would sure feel a bliss to grow old with my love. Question 8: What would you do provided a holiday special for you? My answer: To spend it, anything else? Question 9: Would it happen if one day you fall in love with two? My answer: Damn stupid. You are insulting the word love, man! Question 10: What right now, would you want to do the most if there were no taboos at all? My answer: I am a man of cool reasoning and with good manners anytime. So, ha-ha, I will behave just the same as I used to. Question 11: You have got two choices here: One is to grow up and experience laughter and tears with the peers. The alternative is to mature with your significant other safe and peace. My answer: I have practiced the former myself, but to be frank, I prefer the latter. Remember the preference is always not a good practice. Question 12: Supposed that there is a person in fine contacts with you, loving you for years without telling you his or her feelings, how can you confront with that relation? My answer: I share Sarah’s sentiment here—it all depends. Question 13: What do you read these days My answer: Pop Slang This Way Question 14: Are you enjoy silence or what? My answer: Not knowing what to say, I choose to be silent about this. Question 15: If it were legal to commit murder, would you do that? My answer: Gosh! How could it occur to you? Question 16: When you got the chance to go back into history, which of the years would you like? My answer: Year 2001. My whole life, brief as it was, the year 2003 was fateful in any case because I lost the one I cherished the most on earth. Question 17: You were given the capability by God that you could have a person you want to answer one question of yours. What would it be? My answer: He must be God. How are you doing today? Question 18: If you were not going to meet with a person you really love in your whole life, what would you do? My answer: Well here, I will do a transferring work, quoting Sarah’s philosophic point of view. “结婚生子，爱我的孩子” “其实这样太绝对了，我一直相信人与人之间相处久了总会有感情的，虽然不一定是爱情，但有爱毕竟是幸福的。真正的爱情经历过就好，当然能常相厮守是最好的了。” Question 19: The one you care hangs around with others again, would you still be dear with him or her on their return? My answer: I’ve noted the word AGAIN here, well in this case, kill it(it refers to that one). Question 20: Why some people are wordless when they meet on streets while they are wordy on line? My answer: It seems to occur to me often. Frankly speaking, I am a shame boy :-) Question 21: When you found the one you love has the fundamental flaw you detest, what would you do? My answer: Talk talks. Question 22: Do you think those optimists who wear smiles all the time are truly carefree? My answer: I believe that no one can really do that. However, a fake smile as it might be, the autosuggestion from that is sure to work in a positive way. Job finished, Sarah. Forgive my extension and I hope it is not that bad.:-) My question: Are you tired? My answer: YezzzzZZz~~ 11/19/2005 SUPER GIRLJust as cold as what David told me, at the first glance during the military training, I found her really a veil of ice outward, who kept everything in, vague and mysterious.
That is, until the contact with her when the English Speaking Competition comes.
Still remember? She is the girl that I have mentioned in my last essay—a sophomore, minister of the college Organizing Department in the student union.
Through further association, I noted that she was not that kind of hostile once I thought it might be. However, she is instead rather friendly in fact.
Just, I guess, like her name Vanessa, she is rather a lively butterfly, lovely, cheerful and boisterous.
When it comes to work, she strikes me so deeply, if briefly, as an efficient machine. Imagine she should have three meetings over one night! It is unbelievable how that happens but it does.
Being a bystander, all I can do might be nothing but appreciate her life style, working attitude and not the least, her charms.
Well, this is it. So far, I have finished my first try at the description of figures. I feel myself the depiction is not that vivid as I promised last week, still immature in portrayal though, I bet I will do it better next time, anyway :-)
11/11/2005 THE ENGLISH SPEAKING COMPETITIONIt was on Tuesday. Successfully hosted by the Foreign Languages College, the 1st round contest of the English presentation, as a portion of the English Festival, was held for the school wide.
Among the 30 contestants from different institutes, only the top 8 are going to be chosen out for the final competition next week.
What about me? Ha-ha, of course I participated in the very game. But this time, I acted as the role, not a contestant but the master of ceremonies. Wow! Really cool, am I?
Being an emcee is not an easy job. Before the competition started, however, something was not right. It was postponed by half an hour because of the ill organizing. And when audience and competitors rallied again, it was much the task of me to sober the commotion and to apologize on behalf of the sponsor.
The question was how to handle it not only in sincerity but in decency as well. At the critical moment, an idea suddenly struck me. The following comes the host script between my partner, Dusty, and me.
B: Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.
V: Welcome to today’s English speaking competition 1st round contest in SHNU. We two are the comperes today. D: I’m Dusty. V: I’m Sorry. D: Hey, buddy! Ain’t my ears wrong? V: Na’m sorry. D: Bu ya name’s Vincent! V: Yes. ’cause Vincent is deeply sorry that we didn’t make perfect preparations for the start. But I believe, after the fantastic performance, everything will change for sure. D: You bet! V: In the very beginning, let’s introduce our distinguished judges. … … Haven’t you felt a wee bit - if not a little - sense of humor? Ha-ha, but to me, it was all that I could think out during that excruciating 30 minutes in emergency.
Eventually, the performance with the start, though not that good, ended with an affirmative success. It should be definitely attributed to the Minister of the Organizing Department of our college.
Next week, hopefully, a vivid portrait might be drawn to show you guys of that super girl. :-) 11/5/2005 THE MOCK TESTAs an English major, it is widely acknowledged that whether you are competent is mainly judged by your marks on the TEM (Test for the English Major). To be specific, you cannot get a bachelor's degree unless you pass the TEM-4, which is equivalent to the difficulty of CET-6 in general. Actually speaking, only the pass of TEM-8 may, however, add real value to your qualifications.
This Monday, we had a mock test of TEM-4. As a result –damn!—I failed. I felt deeply depressed that there were ever 5 girl students in my class had passed it while I did not. It was very much the frustration of me to figure out what I had done during the last three months. All the practical improvements of using English notwithstanding, no one will consider you a good English learner unless you can easily master the exam. Well in this case, a long way is still right there. Go for it! |
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