My best two friends......

What is outside??

Cheers~~

dengzi, dongdong and me~~~ we come from different places and we speak with different accents, we are of different ages, and we have different majors ....sometimes we have totally different attitudes towards many things...

But we are together, under one roof.... leading a struggling but agreeable life.....

Horrific Chinglish.......

Sunday Boating

Parks with big lakes seemed to get more nimbus... once i was asked the either-or question, as i prefer the seaside or the top of a mountain as an ideal resort.....

( me on the boat)

I enjoy both. But i know that's definitely not the 'wanted' answer, so i chose the seaside..... for as monutain, i have to ' climb up ' and ' climb down' ( cable car robs the most fun of mountain climbing)....but seaside makes it much easier to involve in the picturesque scene.... slim chance to be exhausted :)

( Our spaceship-shaped boat, hahahha )

But something too easy to get makes it less "valuable ", so mountain nicely gives us the chance to experience the "uphill battle "....

I enjoy the left-and-right shaking of the boat when a yacht is passing by..... i felt i was like a tiny paper boat, mirror myself in the shimmering lake.....

A medieval style car-shaped boat...... quite romantic... hum??

What a lonely pig...........

News from Reuters~~

“Afghanistan's only known pig has been locked in a room, away from visitors to Kabul zoo where it normally grazes beside deer and goats, because people are worried it could infect them with the virus popularly known as swine flu.”
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The pig was a gift to the zoo from China, which itself quarantined some 70 Mexicans, 26 Canadians and four Americans in the past week, but later released them. ”

What a lonely pig :( How are you doing ??

In 2003, when SARS indulged in wilful persecution, especially in BJ, i was 18 years old and was busy preparing the entrance examination to college....That April, a panicky April did not actually seemed chokey to me , but we did have to wear respirators at school. A girl in the neighbor class drew big, vivid lips on her respirator, which made you feel she was always with a sweet smile..... and it was this smile, been put up on the front page of one local newspaper......

Everyday the first thing to do after we stepped into the campus was to test the body tmeperature, a special shaped equipment ( like a handgun) inserted into your ear, and it cost only 2 sec then you knew whether you've got a fever by one little indicator.

light.

The disgusting smell of disinfector occupied every corner. I even felt i got some OCD sorta thing, as i cannot stop washing my hands many times a day.....

Then in late April, we no longer needed to go to school.... which was definitely not nice to me as in the last month before the final exam, we totally lost all the other school activities besides STUDY，we were separated from friends and being isolated.....The support ,share or even competition from the fellows are crucial for teenagers..... but we've been deprived of this entirely..... but we had to do so in that special period of time..... that was a must......

What did you do in the spring 2003????

A faineant afternoon

I've got two free Tuesday in a row... But what not so nice is free makes hotbed for lazy...

It's rather annoying coming up with the idea that time is wasting ...

But such a warm , breezy early summer day, totally sweep away one's aspirant....

Though that's definitely not what i wanna be.... i mean to be a uselessmouth.....That's not good, hum.......

( dengzi & me )

Dengzi and me we found a newly opened supermarket not far from where we lived, named " Bonjour", lol~~~ just went to see what nice stuff they got there.....

Youth is so nice ......

The school-based orchestra...... also the champion of European Youth Music Festival.....
So many students gathered in the tiny plaza... on a cool, cozy summer night.....

I don't knwo whether it might be possible for me to remember this sweet scene after many years.....Youth is so nice...on a summer night........

Gym Capriccio

I could never forget the dream that one doctor with an icy face told me i could no longer dance... i lied on a litter, several nursers carried me running through the long,endless, despairing corridor... i thought i felt the cold ,heartbreaking tears down.....



And the tears did wet my pillowcase which i found after waking up ....

The " nightmare" was still fresh here in my mind even though 3 years passed. And i was no longer that crazy about dancing, as there are not that many friends around me fancy about dancing, so being a rather solid group is not that easy...

I missed my dance teacher Mrs.Wong a lot, from the ABC of ballet to formed classical plays, we spent a period of rather nice time that'll never be substituted....and now i've already got over the ligament strain( what the nightmare was about ) on my right leg, though no sport-related injuries are actually reversible :( .......

(Pictures shot yesterday at BALLY )