It was supposed to be a perfect day but for the SI exammmmmmmmm…..

oh, just forget about it…………………………..

I took the pictures with some beloved friends, again.

About the same time last year, 4 of us took the graduation picture together, that was sort of the first "family union“, then this time, it could be called the “family reunion”. 2 big “brothers”, 1 cute cute cute "sister” along with me. Last year it was the year of the “Elder Brother”, this year is the year of 1 “brother” and 1 “sister”,  and next year, it' will be mine. I cant help feeling astonished at the fact that how time flies. Was it so memorable and should be part of your sweet sweet memory of campus life?

Thanks God for your companies.

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Finally, i’ve finished reading I DON’T KNOW HOW SHE DOES IT, a novel by Allison Pearson. ( A New York Times Notable Book). I have no idea what triggered me to read this book. Acutally, i just ran into it someday in the lib, and i love the color of its cover, i dont know how to describe it exactly, something between pink and orange. It talks about a mother, or a working mother. How does she manage between being a mother and being a full-time worker at one of the most prestigious banks in London. I didnt expect that i could somehow finish reading this book, coz in most cases, i would just read the very beginning of it and then left where it is. Especially during the exam phase, maybe i just take it for some escape. I sometimes tell myself after this exercise / translation, i could get a break, i.e., read a chapter or two. Here, again, i find it impossible to not marvel at the pace of time!

Though this book is written by a working mother, it’s among one of the best-sellers. Maybe it is extremely popular among the female, coz it talks about the exact things that they themselves are going through. However, I highly recommence that men read it. The situation of women as introduced in the novel should won the attention of the male, definitely. I am not yet a mother myself, however, i begin to concern about the future life of being one, if possible. If you and your espouse are out for work, who else is going to look after your baby/babies? Nanny? Grandparents? I’m afraid i would be haunted by every minute that I have missed of their infancy. I know it’s a dilemma, and is there anybody who can come up a perfect solution? 

btw, it also talks lots about the differences between man and woman, which are interesting as well as profound.

Here are just some excerpts of the novel:

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1. People say that time is a great healer. Which people? What are they talking about? I think some feelings you experience in your life are written in indelible ink and the best you can hope for is that they fade a little over the years.

2.Have you ever thought how much time you waste falling asleep? Falling sounds satisfactorily fast, but you don’t fall, do you? I find I have to sort of sidle up on sleep and ask if it could please let me in, like someone in the queue for a club trying to catch the eye of a doorman who is always looking the other way.

3. Men today can only be better fathers than their fathers. Simply by knowing how to change a nappy or figuring out which hole you stick the bottle in – these things mark them out as more capable parents than any previous generation. But women can only be worse mothers than our mothers, and this rankles because we are working so very very hard and we are doomed to fail.

4. Man announces he has to leave the office to be with his child for short recreational burst and is hailed as selfless doting paternal role model. Woman announces she has to leave the office to be with child who is on sickbed and is damned as disorganized, irresponsible, and Showing Insufficient Commitment. For father to parade himself as a Father is a sign of strength; for mother to out herself as a Mother is a sign of appalling vunerability. Don’t you just love equal opportunities?

5 etc.

Just wanna share with someone, someone cares. 

There’s one more thing i could learn from this book, that is how to manage the multi-roles that you have to play. It is said that you could finally and unconsciously discover the one you value most, although it does take some time.

As the exams are looming over, i’ve experienced the first disasters this afternoon. To be frank, i didnt perform well in the exam, or preparing for the exam. I just didnt wanna review anything, or there’s almost nothing to review. I guess this is the problem of most of us, i mean, the students majoring in language studies. Coz when the exams are approaching, you have nothing to do about it but wait. Sometimes you may get lost while others are striving for their exams, burying themselves in the vast sea of textbooks, hand-outs, PPTs as well as exercises. Or we could say, we are lucky enough, coz the key of learning lies in the process rather than staying up, cramming for the exams.

Well, i was a lit bit astonished how clam i was when i failed to finish interpreting for the first segment. Though the teacher had warned us the limited time we got in the first two parts, i didnt expect it to be that short, so the “BEEP” somehow became so awkward, however, it was sort of a relief to me. I had to admit that, usually i didnt do quite well at the very beginning, i guess i need somewhat a warm-up. Wonder why there isnt any in the interpretation exams. After all, the first battle was over, i am incapable to do anything about the result. So just take it easy, and continue to meet the other challenges.

GO GO GO !! 

Pray for my SI exam this Thur..  May God Bless.  

Confusion, unforgetfulness, helplessness, depression attack me from time to time,

Sometimes i am overwhelmed and tired,

how i wish i could turn into a bird and fly..

Here is a poem, sort of, i wrote tonight,

just playing the tricks of rhyme.

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haunted by the dream i got last night,

people were struggling in a fight,

it was brutal and full of cries,

and i was totally petrified,

wake up to find the day is serene but dry,

too haste to go to school on time,

cant see all the delights:

Under the warm sunshine,

the breeze is tender and mild,

the flowers so nice,

and the dancing of a butterfly!

keep wondering in my mind,

why?

should we work with a schedule so tight?

and never go for a hike,

or out to fly a kite!

coz i’m no longer a child,

couldnt afford the precious time to die.

Is that right?

Then I look outside,

there is a beam of light,

and a man in white,

"You are right,

July,

It’s a time to thrive,

Just try to open your mind.

you’ll find the heart of life.”

I then bear it in mind,

and start to try.

When the darkness suddenly swallows the night,

but I was not in a fright,

"Just try to open your mind!”

Then I open my eyes,

just to find, up in the sky,

Why!

It’s a starry starry night.. 

Wish everybody a sweet sweet night!