Inimitable

The hunger is torturing my stomach, i'll finish it quickly and go grabbing something to eat.

This mentioning of eating reminds me of the fact that i hadly did excercise nor skateboarding this whole week, which is due to the just-rainy-never-giving-this-shit-up weather. Normally i would go skating everyday, to classes, to shops and to restrants, and i'm longing for the days being accompanied by my board.

Recently i have a crush on physics, by reading the fifth edtion of 'physics' this book. From Measurement to Quantum Mechanics, this authentic book seduced me to engage in a refreshed interest, to shock me by the beauty of this world anew.

Everything seems to be on its own track, and i'm satisfied with these serene days i enjoy so much.

The rest of this week is predictable now. Seven rainy days in a row make a shit!

At this moment i was always reminiscing the good old days when i had so much. Save those for later, ok? i don't get the mind of bathing myself in old memories now. All i'm expecting myself is looking forward the days beyound where my location is in this endless path. Being cradled by no one, proping your body up by yourself, that is the real 'snug'.

Dominating the sky were grey clouds which had accumulated to a thickness that sunlight could at no rate penetrate. As it was, it's now, and ever shall be, Hangzhou's weather didn't change a little bit during my absence. Dull and suffocating, these were all i could describe my dorm. Since i haven't say a word in my space this winter, the guilty finally was dragging me at some place close to my navel and urging me to puke all the feelings out.

Since my arrival, that i stepped inside my house accompanied by my almost fervid parents after the whole semester, something strange had slowly climbed into my mind, yet did i touch a nerve of it, not wanting to admit it.  However it's true. Maybe it's the 'homesick' that i was getting through, i once guessed. But more than sickness it's a feeling of hollowness, and mingling with some sadness that this place once was my home but never gonna be, that i was truely homeless now, that i had to seek my own fortune. All i had been thinking was my home was sick till now did i come to realize how precious a home was. Opposite to my will, it's just a so-called home and never the one that could be my shelter for a next 18-year. Though i was back, i only stayed here till the the mid-Feb, less than a month. I had to say the role it had been playing for 18 years turned to something like a hotel, being there for me to have a rest, and only a rest.

The supposed constant thing became instant...

I knew how upset i was...splitted soul... This house maybe is one percent part of the world i will ever be, but sometimes only one percent can occupy ninety-nine percent of one's heart.

Someone claims that entrepreneurs shouldn't be spending that much of in classrooms, that they should be sweating and hungry and want to go out and do it. It's partly true. A businessman do need to practise outside and savor the experience they ever got. But, shouldn't the logic or basic mathematics training be adding up to their fundamental background list, saving as a pedestal, just in case being duped in transaction or negotiation with smart ones? Of course. Despite business adventages, we also need the subjects we learned in class to levitate our elegance. 'Science offers knowledges of the inner workings of nature that bestows upon us to alter physical and material conditions under which we live.' Yet those knowledges like mathematics does not do as an instruction in business patern, wielding them makes people enjoying more about nature and perfect their lives.

I think i am straying far from my dreams talking, but this combination of seeking the truth of nature and dealing with 'trivial' things with people is my ideal life.

I do want to become a scientist.

And i want to sell skateboard.

I'm so guilty for keeping all those fans waiting from behind their keyboards longing for an update of my space. i'm here to say SORRY. i've been too lazy to lift my fingers and type a single word...OK, stop it!

"The Last Lecture" given by Randy Pausch has moved countless people across the world including me. Yeah, what could be worse than being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and having only six months forward to live and if so, leaving 3 under 3 years old kids behind? That is really a disaster. But what i want to talk about is not how people should show their spirit in face of those unchangeable destinies. Instead, the dreams once rooted in our heart and how we can attain them is my main topic. The fact is that the dreams once Pausch had seem to be so nolstalgic to him and he talked all around it within his lecture. This reminds me of my dreams.

1) I want to be a scientist, devoting my life in mathematics and physics.

2) I want to be a football player.

3) I want to be an entrepreneur, making skateboarding a widely spread hot game on this earth.

I highlight my dreams at these three, and since i wear glasses and i seldom play football now i reluctantly give to be a football star up and aim at to be the mixture of a scientist and an entrepreneur. You may ask me why i didn't post being a pro of skateboard above as a dream option. My answer is that to be a skateboarder means to be susceptibe to getting hurts. Besides, someone playing skateboard alone the road is still a rare scenery in this country so i would rather choose to be an entrepreneur to run my own skateboard company and be engaged in spreading skateboard culture.

My two roommates share the same birthday, but different years. Nov.18, we decided to have dinner outside school. C.straits was our destination tonight. We waited till 5 o'clock to coincide with the coming of our hunger.

Hailing a cab and head to C.straight, the first thing that pressed into our sight was a fountain: water stretched out and made perfect parabolic curves at each side. A fight of stairs spiralling upward led us to the 2nd floor. A set of milk-color piano located in the middle of the hall. Two months of school living has debased my taste, and even the air i breathed here was believed to be unparalleled fresh. Seated ourselves in a box, we ordered our meal. Goose liver and 80% rare steak satisfied me with no end. All food was great, except for one deficiency that the liver was grilled. i had been loning for a meal like this. It's really luxurious, i have to say, for collegiate students, and we were decadants. But what, we did enjoy a great time, quite precious to us. Though we are destined to be apart, maybe 4 years later, but having those memorable moment has me feeled that our bond could never ever break.