I fall in love with the blog

I was a person with English passion before. But since the Entrance Exam passed, I waved good-bye with English. Therefore, the ability degraded time by time with the rare awareness. Till the recent, unknowingly, I started study English two weeks ago. I took up the magazine covered with dust, read and listen to the radio program in my mp3.

The efforts are not in vain. The voices that once always played in my brain occasionally appear. The other "me" starts use English as the official language to talk to me, instead of using Chinese saying some literature filled with the rhetorics. The old me was brought back to back to life so fast that I do not know how to handle it.

Thus, I am now typing.

But in the other hand, the key that open the door in front of the old me can be in certain degree attributed to the force from the English teacher, who ask her student to be a blogger and make composition on the Internet.

I hope this time the craze will not degraded.

Tree and root

When I was just a little child, I have been told that the house is like the root of a tree, so everything from the detail to the rough is derived from the root.

I am a easily-convinced person, taking every words from my mom or dad as the truest. I never really doubt what they claim, even the concepts that do not go well with the ones taught in school.
However, sometimes I might talk back for certain reasons, but in fact, I was still the yielder, cause I still follow what they ask me to do or to be.

Sometimes I wonder whether I am right or wrong to be the one that always follows, or would I lose myself if I do not insist on my own choices. But as a matter of fact, even now I am a college guy, I still feel some invisible barriers that blocked me in the past every now and then. Although they have kept asked me to play hard during college life since I entered college, I can not do it quiet well as I hope to.

There are invisible things obscure my sight on the way.

Actually, I am not making any complains about that. It was a scene in the television that reminds me of the motto he told me to follow. On the spot, a image of me curled by the roots like vines, being stuck and unable to go nowhere hit me.

When can there be any salvation helping me out of the present?

writing assignment - references in avian flu

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Politic has penestrated like spice

As far as I know, my father is a quiet stubborn guy about the things he chooses. But this time, he does it to the extreme. Since the president election in 2008, he has been sleeping in my room instead of his own room with my mother, for my mom did not vote the president in Green but the one in Blue. My father even asked her to swear that she voted the Green if she wanted to have him at their room. However, she at last did not swear that she had voted the politician my father likes, and my father therefore consider her dishonest. From then on, he started a long cold war with my mom, and has slept in my bed until today when I am at home. I told him," If you are not willing to give my bed to me, I'd rather sleep downstairs." Finally, my Dad yielded to my advice to sleep at his own room.



The last time he had quarrel with my mom was during the time when Taichung Mayor elected. When my mom was going to vote, he stood in front of the door, meaning that she could not pass it. Then I told my father, "why can't you let her go? It's her liberty." He finally leave door. Interestingly, instead, he went to the end of the street where mom would pass if she wanted to vote. The action still meant that she could not vote. Therefore, my mother did not vote at last cause the time was over 5 pm.



But whatever, the only time there can be any quarrels in a year may be only when the election is held. They always get along with each other very well. Sometimes, when I share my experiences about how they are doing well with each other, some of my fellows will be shocked that how they hit it off well with each other instead of having fights for certain reasons in finance or so. So I really appreciate at their way of getting along, which is the model for every couples that quarrel so often. That's why I take the politics as the spice in their unchanged peaceful life, which is indeed needed. ;)

how I hate my awkwardness

Since i was a senior high, I have been wondering how I will change in the future. But as what I see now, there is no really distinct difference in myself. Not only my appearance, clothes, hair-do, but also my characteristic and maturity do not really make any stride as I was expecting to see as I thought.


In CGU, the huge university with lots of people, resources, and lands, the imformation here is few even none. We seldom get in touch with the lattest new fasion things as the people in Taiwan university. There, lots of activities are held nearly everywhere close to it. Or simply by a MRT ticket at hand, we can wander around taipei downtown at will. Concerts, cultural activities, art exhibitions ..., everything is happening at every moment. People there can be in touch with new things right away as they are willing to. But as we view CGU, there's nearly none activities that can cultivate the world wide view of a college student. The activities are comfined to just clubs or faculty, instead of between schools or some cultural department. Even we are next to Taipei within just thirty minutes, how people wear here appear to be more closed. Not every one cares how their looks are, and few girls put make-ups on and dress up themselves in fashion.



I am not complaining. I am making a statement of my wonders that bother me so long. "Is my college life so boring as it is now?", "Why college life is not something more than study?", "Will there really be any changes in CGU if the MRT systems are installed?", "How can everyone do to make this college more like a college?"

Sit back and enjoy it- Lips Of An Angel by hinder

Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now
.Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was youI guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear our voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was youI guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice say my nameIt sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angelHoney why you calling me so late?
The first time I heard the song was my senior high.

I was totally amazed by he singer's elegant and racous voice on the spot. The melody of the song and the emphasis of the yrics make me think of it as a pure love song. But when I listen to it more attensively, I found that it's not just a simple love song.

The first sentense, "Honey why you calling me so late?", implies some clues that the man has some regrets for his past girlfriend, and therefore he empasizes the word, "late", for if she has done something much earlier, the results might be totally different. The sentense, "I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud", it is obvious that the reason is the latter sentense, "my girl's in the next room", and we can tell that the man still have some love for his might-be former girlfriend. Also from some keywords such as "sweet","lips of an angel",...etc, we can still find some evidence that there should be some remained love for her. However, the chosen girlfrind is not to be her, for that" you make it hard to be faithful", the reason of which is something that is not really clearly written in the lyrics. As we have seen, it's more than a love song. It shows the contradiction between the two love that a man met. There is no knowing that what we will do when meet this kind of condition. I hope that if one day I am the man with the complex situation, I will handle it well, and make things go as smoothly as possible, making sure that no body would be hurt.