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    Rainning Heart 2011-09-01 21:12:06 It is raining now. i dont hate the rain as much as today`s meal. Soooooo.....bad. 1 titantic rice bowl plus 4 dishes made up our lunch. i am going to write longgggggg......lines complaining about the food. The appearance of these dishes is not different from those in Guangzhou.But inside,i was screaming:how i miss the food in Guanghzou.i used to doubt my ability of making a yummy. This time comparing to the school cook, however, i consider myself to be the best cook in the world. The moment i finished my meal, all i want was flee away and never come back again. TERRIBLE. im desvastated. i absolutely have no idea how to smile again. how can the local studentss survive in all these? They are not strong enough to endure. You will never know what happiness is like unless you taste the pain first. im learning to eat this truth cuz im suffering what i`ve never thought i would get into. i have to recycle Natasha Bedingfield"Strip me"....... La la la la la la Everyday I fight for All my future somethings A thousand little awards I have to choose between I could spend a lifetime Earning things I don’t need That’s like chasing rainbows And coming home empty And if you strip me, Strip it all away If you strip me, What would you find If you strip me, Strip it all away I`ll be alright Take what you want Steal my pride Build me up Or cut me down to size Shut me out But I’ll just scream Im only one voice in a million But you aint taking that from me Oh oh no you aint taking that from me I dont need a microphone To say what I been thinking My heart is like a loudspeaker Thats always on eleven NEVER ENDING.
    October 1, 2011
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    Fear Can Hold You Prisoner, Hope Can Set You Free So little consequences can i bring to these children, but i never say no to trying. I tried, i failed, and i tried, and i failed......but i don`t want to stop trying. I am still wondering how to communicate with them since i must find a balance between being their teacher and their friend--- Not quite a teacher, not quite a friend. Neither too distant nor too close. Friends who know me well can understand my emotions and smiles. But these children can`t. Sometimes i smile not for the sake of happy moments. They have got terrible problem with pronouncing words and memorizing vocabulary. They are too like babies. They don`t like morning reading at all. Their lips seem to be hard-working, but actually their mind are not working simultaneously. Well, i must admit this indeed gives me a headache. I failed to motivate them. Actually I didn`t know how to. Or even incredible, when they are reading in the classroom, i don`t know where to stand. I just walk around the rows, which must disturb their concentration. Whenever i think of my happy adolescent time with morning reading, i feel pain now. They look like well-behaved children, who are not supposed to do wrong. They look like dilligent children, who are not supposed to do nothing. How come they only scored 20 points average last term? I am so afraid that i can not live up to their expectations. What should i do to make up what they have lost? What sense should i make for their lives? Until now, i have never complained anything to anybody. I simply let it go. But when i am stressful and depressed. I will have nightmares. I think i am a prisoner cuz I am too young to learn how to compromise the reality. The battle between my inner and the outside world turns out to build me a prison. JUST KEEP IT UP.
    September 30, 2011
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    Fear Can Hold You Prisoner, Hope Can Set You Free Recently it has been said that some prisoners had escaped from prisons. There have been two cases across the country. Shocking. I begin to think about the word "prison" and what it feels like being a prisoner. I watched the movie "Shawshank`s Redemption" this summer and my heart was cheered by the spirit of Andy. This movie tells us a story about a man`s pursuit of freedom and it is worth of watching. A prison with surrounding dark walls is too terrible to bear. For a prisoner, each morning when he wakes up, the first thing he sees is the hard iron gate; and when a day ends, the last thing that he sees is still that cold iron gate. There is no sunrises and sunsets in a prison, only enveloped coldness that can even kill God to death. It`s like you`ve fallen into a dark, deep hole, and the only thing you hear most is your own breath. Some say it is lucky for a prisoner to breath, which indicates that he is still alive. But how can these people imagine what the living poor man is suffering. He is no longer able to follow his heart. Unfulfilled life is intolerable. Living like a walking corpse is more terrible than death itself. That`s why Andy tries every effort to escape the prison. The prison wall cannot stop a man with undying desire of freedom. Here i am not trying to speak ill of a prison as most people do. I know it better than anything that prisons are everywhere, if you get my point. We are always struggling to deal with prisons. Some of us are even building prisons for themselves. So, even though Andyfinally gets "freedom", the rest of his life is still filled with prisons. This is what i want to regard as "Good Grief". Freedom is born out of prisons. We better learn how to break prison and dwell on it as well--- living it and preparing for the escape,and continuing living it and ...... It is such a long road that you will never see the end. As there is no end to it, why not enjoy it as should be?! And if there must be a cause-effect relation, i would say that`s also why i choose to live my present life. It`s been the first time in my life, when i feel i am needed, when i feel i mean something to the world. It does feel better to give than to receive. Though it`s kinda like living in a prison rather than an eventful life, i make myself looking for something new.
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    Belle Leben

    Before our coach drove into the school, we travelled across some blocks in the town. There are quite a few mini shops scattered between the blocks. One will be free from being worried about everyday use. But this is only true if he happens to be as thrift as old generations and is always ready to tighten his pocket. im afraid one must do so because this place is sufering from inflation and seems not be able to over it. So, food restaurants here are supposed to EAT 15 RMB a day from ur cash bank(there is no Construction Bank and the like here).

    Some people outside here, especially my friends in Guanghzou, may furrow "Is that really poor area? How could that be such expensive living!" Local residents are lucky. They can make a living by selling or planting. However much cash tourists take with them, the money can fade away so easily and they end up with empty pocket.

    The only way for us strangers to survive is SAVE MONEY, SAVE, SAVE....... We must mentally well prepared to fight for food. Now you`ve already seen the less bright side of this green town. im getting to make myself fall in love with it, otherwise the 4-month stay will definitely become a nightmare in my life.

    Hey, Belle, try to be curious about everything that u encounter. i speak to myself. That is, to find the sweetness of a mountainous town. It is not as easy as the words i put here, though.

    i live on the 3rd floor with students on the 4th and 5th floor. Just opposite the corridor, i can view a landscape where the crop fields stand in order around a small gutterway and look like a chestboard. Everyday  i wake up with this fantastci view in the wee morning. i dont know how much i like this, but i really feel good.

    My dormmates and i spent the whole afternoon cleaning the dirty dorm which should be like a mysterious darkroom in Harry Potter,huh. We were all dripping with sweater in minutes and looked like we`s been caught in the rain. the cleaning woek is no doubt as difficult as anything. Thank God the result turned out to be not bad---- everything except the far-fetching ceil is nice and clean. We did feel released. It was time to move into the dorm and have our personal stuff in position.


     

    MOSTIQUITOs is the top thing on the list of our disgust. Feeling sick, We repulsed them again and again. Mosquito-repellent incense has no use at all. We even use electric pat to have them electric shock hoping that they will never come back again. We swing the pat just like Card Captor Sakura with her magic wand. The only difference, i think is that, our enemies are Mosquito Monster. The war against mosquitos still seems to be longer than any wars in the world. We are constantly bitten by them everyday. Ewwe. Where is the peace? i better shut up.

    FOR SUCH AN EXHAUSTED DAY , HERE COMES THE END. SEE YOU.


     

     


     

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    2011-09-14 19:34:59

    <em>【to be continued....】</em>
    <em>Farewell to my undergraduate life and upcoming job hunting. Part of my foot is stepping into a totally different life-- life of a post graduate, which is flooded with mountainous books and essays in my eyes. </em>

    <em>And after suffering from neverending essay assignments, i will be more likely to become a writingphobia. At least the chance of it is gaining power. </em>

    <em>It is I who choose to be a post graduate for the next three years. </em>

    <em>It is I who choose to consume my next three years in school. </em>

    <em>This is what my heart tells me to do.</em>

    <em>I cannot have any regrets, otherwise i am unable to follow my heart. I am all ready to embrace all the laughters and tears of being a post graduate.</em>

     

    <em>Sorry, i must close now, since the coach is coming soon. </em>

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    2011-09-14 19:34:59

    【to be continued.....】Farewell to my undergraduate life and upcoming job hunting. Part of my foot is stepping into a totally different life-- life of a post-graduate, which is flooded with mountainous books and essays in my eyes. And after suffering from never-ending essay assignments, i will be more likely to become a writingphobia. At least the chance of it is gaining power. 

     

    It is I who choose to be a post graduate for the next three years. It is I who choose to consume my next three years in school. This is what my heart tells me to do. I cannot have any regrets, otherwise i am unable to follow my heart. I am all ready to embrace all the laughters and tears of being a post graduate.

     

    Sorry, i must close now, since the coach is coming soon. 

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    i make it 2011-09-14 19:34:59 I am listening to Miranda Lambert`s The House That Built Me and i have pressed the button"Recycle the track" so many times, much more than i could recall when was the 10th time it was kept to be playing. But i do remember why i wanted to play this music. It was because, because......a reason. Of course a reason. I will tell you later on. Plz be a little patient. At some point about two hours ago, i laid down my burden on the floor of KFC-- what a fattttttt.......trunk, where my whole life is filled. I finished my lunch in such a incredibly fast way that makes me able to receive many stunned looks. Never mind. Anyways, im NOT a monster at all. I am a girl who is going on a journey from Guangzhou to Yingde, who will be there working as a substitute teacher, and also who is so much worried about the result of the post-graduate verification. I made two calls after lunch--=one was to a guy who is top in our FLD, the other one to my instructor Mr. Yang. Both of them gave me a good news. GOOD~ Good news about the result of the early admission of post-graduate. The guy told me that i got 94 points,being the first one of the rank , according to which 3-year GPA, extracurriculum performances, face-to-face interview and post-graduate entrance exam are all included. Mr. Yang said I was admitted into academic field and the result was to release this afternoon. Wow, I finally make it. CONGRATES, and THANK YOU ALL!!!!!! Now you see the reason now. The music im playing is one of my favourites. And it is being on for the best time. Perfect match, isn`t ? The House That Built Me . The first time you hear this song, you will feel sorrow mounting inside. It is true that it sounds grievous. No denying. However, you will feel the special peace as well if you have a closer listening. For everyone, the house that built me is gone. No one can turn the reality down. However hard for you to leave it, you must take the farewell and keep good memory. That`s the only thing you can do to get balance when faced CHANGE. Change and the goodbye it causes has no ending, however, with the capability of producing peace and balance in heart, you can end the grief of saying goodbye and walk farther towards your dream, and even let it realized. Believe me, sometimes goodbye is a second chance. Farewell to my undergraduate life and upcoming job hunting. Part of my foot is
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    Belle Leben

    Thanks to for-the-God-saken school radio(actuallly im not that grateful), i had to wake up with eyes half closed and half open when the clock pointer is turning from 5:55 to 6:00. The radio is snagging so loud in my ears and i lost the ability to figure out why there appeared Kid`s song in my dream, which has never happeded before i came here. then what`s the next to expect in the looooooong......day hours? u can imagine too. im so easily forget where i am now. Sometimes it`s a lot like i am living in a dream, where i tend to lose my bearings each moment i climb out of my bed. Oh, dear God.

    Fortunately for us, substitute teachers who will be serving this montainous town for as long as 4 months, today have no work at all. We are free again.

    What draws everything here the first picture has to be my first diary.
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    29/8/2011 Thursday Sunny

    It is 22:42 already. After taking photos for my new dorm, im finally sitting on my bed. Knees zigzagged, i held my diarybook in both hands. Actually this is somewhat holy, if you agree too, hah...My dormmates are bustling around the dorm, collecting their belongings.

    I`ve been waiting for today since months ago. Time passed away without my noticing. Its been 10 hours since we aririved at Ying Dong Middle School, the destination where we will be teaching students as substitute teachers. Ok, thats the purposr of this 4-month trip(trip is a fine word as a sign to show my great expectation).

    Still remembered while i was sitting in the coach from Guangzhou to Ying De, along the way countless mountains with sooooooo......many trees were jumping into my sight just like a movie snap. i couldnt say i loved it, still too early, but i did enjoy it anyway. All Green!!! We were greeted by such a tremendous green trees on the way. Before this trip i would have pictured this under-developing area isolated beautifully from the outside world. However, do not judge a book by its cover. This town is of course not a never-never land.

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