Today is my last day of work in the company. No workload, I already hand most of work to my two favorite pupils, also disciples in private room. The reason I say disciples in private room is that there isn’t any place for you to relax your legs in the place where bird isn’t willing to shit. The only thing you can do in the office with the area of several square meters is practising your ass Kung Fu every day.

    I am supposed to be happy, because finally I can fly out of the sterile land, but I also have a little fickleness in my heart. Count this resignation, it’s the third time since my graduation a year ago. I am always a role in work come and go in a hurry. I feel myself as a duckweed with no fixed place and have to go with the stream. Also like a dandelion, going with the wind. Shenzhen is neither a big nor a small place, but even has no place for me to live and step on. I just come with a magnificent dream as the same as thousands of people and go away with cracked dream. I had a big talk that I wanted to pick up the dream unfinished by outland girls from 1990s and realized it again, then awoke. But the reality is that a girl such as me wants to realize the dream is just like mole crickets and ants wanting to shake a big tree.

    I used to say the sky was high enough to let bird fly, the sea was vast enough to let fish spring. But the sky of Shenzhen is grey, the sea is narrow, hence bird flies slower with broken wing, fish swims slower than snail.

  I don’t know how long I will last for the next job, whether I will be a disciple in private room of other people in the next working environment, whether I will only practise my ass divine Kung Fu, (I think I’ll reach at bourn with high degree of professional proficiency and become a member of Five Greats in Jin Yong’s novel on ass Kung Fu)