The morning started alright, but as noon approached, my nerve went on strike again. "Another cup of dear coffee will work the magic,"I said to myself. But instead i had some high-sugar milktea sold by the school beverage booth.It was pleasant and quite effective.

 

I couldn't fall asleep during the noon break, as a result,and the afternoon I struggled through with a wooden brain. Simply to make it worsemthe Internet communication course was  pure wet blanket. OMG, we sure knew that a PLANE took the atomic bomb  above the Japanese territory. Fortunately the textbook was helpful.

 

Dinner was enjoyable--a big one. A chat over the phone with Honey afterwards was awfully comforting.School, is nevertheless exciting,tiring ,and pleasantly deadly in some way. Deadly because i can't fall asleep when i get too excited.And then life seems unreal.

 

 

It's hardly conceivable that 48hours ago I was still in the arms of my lover ,silently watching fireworks on a secluded beach in a northern coastal town and 72hours before that in a battle again my parents' tyranny. 10 days ago i was still wearing my uniform and working for BOB during the Games.Furtherback,when I was still slim, came the advent of the buffee(put on some weight sorry so sorry...). That was on August 7.Before that the short-lived slavery with school research institution.

 

又开始听很吵闹的音乐,刺激麻木的大脑.

 

Memory is so vague that it sometimes almost seems like a dream. What did I do around the this time of the year 5 years ago? Or even 1 year ago ? Impossible for me to remember that at all. Nobody knows better than me what it's like to live for the present and dream about the future, because I have such a poor capture about the past.Hope it's good thing.Strangely my memory about knowlege dies less in a hurry.

Somehow  I wish to do lots of things because I feel I should.But Why? What was the reasoning again?

 

I fell in love with u in Casablanca--or did I really? The kiss is still a kiss in Casablanca.