Girls’ Talk
This weekend, Silvia and Winnie went home. There were only Sharon and I staying in our dorm room 3810. It was the first time. Normally, there would be more than three girls in 3810 every weekend. We sing, chat, and gossip. We always had great fun. So, tonight was a little bit different. Somehow I felt strange. Sharon and I had never had one-on-one talk. Therefore, I was worried that we would not have much conversation to kill the long night.
At first, there is silence in the room. Several questions kept running through my head, “How strange would it be if we didn’t have any thing to chat about? How boring would it be if we couldn’t do things other than finishing the never-done homework? How am I going to react if Sharon brings up a topic which I am not interested in? Do I have to start a conversation?...”Oh it’s driving me crazy! But later the worry turned out to be for nothing.
Right after I took a bath, walking back to my seat in front of the computer, and was about to say something to break the ice, Sharon spoke. “What’s your idea about love? Do you think you’ll date many men before you find your Mr. Right?” asked Sharon.
It was such a surprise for me. She talked! Regardless of the previous bother, we had a great time chatting and sharing different opinions on the topic she brought up till at daybreak.
I used to think Sharon and I would not share same ideas of many things. And tonight proved I’m right. But that didn’t really matter. We were both willing to listen to different ideas of each other and respected views that are different from us. Most importantly, although we’re not in sync, we had a great late-night girls’ talk.
2010年3月21日 星期日
Personal Journal 3 Mar.22~28
The Most Embarrassing Moment Of My Life
This is a true story. Since I told it in the English Listening and Speaking Class, I also want to share it with the classmates in the composition class.
When I was in junior high, I joined a 25-days study tour to Australia. And one Saturday, all of the students went to the “Dream World”, Australia’s popular theme park. Three of my good friends, Shelly, Sunny, Fiona, and I formed a small group and began our extraordinary adventure of this fabulous place.
We tried many thrill facilities, experiencing the rush of motorcycle racing, the spinning, twisting, and tumbling of tidal wave, and even traveling 13 stories, experiencing high-speed, heart thumping, hair raising twists, as we somersaulting into a 360-degree rollercoaster, and many others. They were just awesome!
But after that four of us decided to cool down a little bit. So we went to “The River Rapids Ride”. There was a special line for people who don’t mind join strangers. They can save time in waiting for an empty ride by filling the vacant seats of other group. So, when it’s our tern to travel down the foamy water track, since there were still two seats left, the operator beckoned two men, one old, one young, in the filling line to join us. I assumed that they were father and son. The young man was very tall and good looking. I was so excited and wanted to talk to him. But I was shy then and I didn’t dare to start a conversation. After that, we tried every means just to take a photo of that handsome guy. But all were in vain. Therefore, when I saw the young man entered the Runaway Reptar Rollercoaster, and the other was waiting at the exit, I walked towards him and asked the stupidest question I’ve ever asked. “May I take a photo with your son?” I said. “Sure, but he is not my son. We are couple,” answered the old man. All of a sudden, I wanted to dig a hole and hide myself as soon as possible. My so-called good friends had already run far away, leaving only me and the old man. But he was really a nice man. He chatted with me. I realized that the tall and handsome guy was actually his boyfriend and was only 19 years old. The old man himself was already 41. Despite the age, they loved each other deeply. I was so touched. Later the old man asked the young man to take a photo with me.
This is the most embarrassing moment I’ve ever had. But it’s really something that worth remembering. Love can overcome any obstacle. Even my foolish question couldn’t make him feel uneasy. However, I did learn a lesson. For sure, I will not again say something I’m a sure about.
This is a true story. Since I told it in the English Listening and Speaking Class, I also want to share it with the classmates in the composition class.
When I was in junior high, I joined a 25-days study tour to Australia. And one Saturday, all of the students went to the “Dream World”, Australia’s popular theme park. Three of my good friends, Shelly, Sunny, Fiona, and I formed a small group and began our extraordinary adventure of this fabulous place.
We tried many thrill facilities, experiencing the rush of motorcycle racing, the spinning, twisting, and tumbling of tidal wave, and even traveling 13 stories, experiencing high-speed, heart thumping, hair raising twists, as we somersaulting into a 360-degree rollercoaster, and many others. They were just awesome!
But after that four of us decided to cool down a little bit. So we went to “The River Rapids Ride”. There was a special line for people who don’t mind join strangers. They can save time in waiting for an empty ride by filling the vacant seats of other group. So, when it’s our tern to travel down the foamy water track, since there were still two seats left, the operator beckoned two men, one old, one young, in the filling line to join us. I assumed that they were father and son. The young man was very tall and good looking. I was so excited and wanted to talk to him. But I was shy then and I didn’t dare to start a conversation. After that, we tried every means just to take a photo of that handsome guy. But all were in vain. Therefore, when I saw the young man entered the Runaway Reptar Rollercoaster, and the other was waiting at the exit, I walked towards him and asked the stupidest question I’ve ever asked. “May I take a photo with your son?” I said. “Sure, but he is not my son. We are couple,” answered the old man. All of a sudden, I wanted to dig a hole and hide myself as soon as possible. My so-called good friends had already run far away, leaving only me and the old man. But he was really a nice man. He chatted with me. I realized that the tall and handsome guy was actually his boyfriend and was only 19 years old. The old man himself was already 41. Despite the age, they loved each other deeply. I was so touched. Later the old man asked the young man to take a photo with me.
This is the most embarrassing moment I’ve ever had. But it’s really something that worth remembering. Love can overcome any obstacle. Even my foolish question couldn’t make him feel uneasy. However, I did learn a lesson. For sure, I will not again say something I’m a sure about.
2010年3月14日 星期日
Just want to talk about it~
Cycling With May
Today I'm a sportive girl! I went cycling at 9this morning and running on a treadmill this afternoon.
May invited me to cycling. We biked all the way around the Chung Cheng University.
It was really amazing. I have never been out of the university and have a look around since I entered the FLLD. I felt absolutely fabulous!
Today I'm a sportive girl! I went cycling at 9this morning and running on a treadmill this afternoon.
May invited me to cycling. We biked all the way around the Chung Cheng University.
It was really amazing. I have never been out of the university and have a look around since I entered the FLLD. I felt absolutely fabulous!
Personal Journal 2 Mar. 15~21
An Unexpected Encounter
It just happened! What a fortuitous meeting!
Yesterday was the day of the “YA! CAT” performance. Being the first musical of Chung Cheng University, and having many players from seniors in FLLD, there’s no reason for me to not attend the show. May also bought the ticket for the musical, so we arranged to take the bus at six fifty p.m. together. Although I was not well dressed, I promised I “did” look better yesterday—before leaving, I took a shower, chose one of my favorite clothes, and wore my white pointy loafers.
When arriving at the bus stop, an unexpected thing happened!
A huge group of foreign students occupied the bench next to the stop, some laughing merrily, some playing guitars, and some were concentrating on cell phones. We were stunned by the amazing sight. Later a Mexican boy beckoned us to come. At first, May assumed, wrongly, that he wanted her to take the photo for them. But he was actually inviting us to join them. He made a bit of harmless fun of May, and we all laughed.
After that another boy came and talked to us. His name is Alex. Alex is from Vermont, and is going to turn nineteen on March 17. Alex speaks Chinese with unbelievable fluency that its’ amazing for us to realize he has learned Chinese for only a few months. The Mexican boy is Chema. He is very talented: He is good at mixing drink, playing guitar, and singing. May and I was surprised to know that Chema is only 16!—he looked disappointed when knowing that we are three years older than him. Later we learned that they are actually high school exchange students from the Rotary Club’s “Rotary Youth Exchange” program. That’s cool~
May and I also met many other students. They were all nice guys. I asked them their msn addresses on our way to the Chiayi Performing Arts Center. They also invited us to dinner in Chiayi city. Although we screamed “yes” in mind, since we had already bought tickets for the musical, we declined their invitation.
“What a fortuitous meeting!” I said to myself, and also to May. In Chung Cheng University, I seldom meet students from western countries. So, for sure, I will seize the chance, for I have already got their msn, to expand my circle of friendship, and fulfill step by step the expectation on my study plan: To make friends from all over the world!
It just happened! What a fortuitous meeting!
Yesterday was the day of the “YA! CAT” performance. Being the first musical of Chung Cheng University, and having many players from seniors in FLLD, there’s no reason for me to not attend the show. May also bought the ticket for the musical, so we arranged to take the bus at six fifty p.m. together. Although I was not well dressed, I promised I “did” look better yesterday—before leaving, I took a shower, chose one of my favorite clothes, and wore my white pointy loafers.
When arriving at the bus stop, an unexpected thing happened!
A huge group of foreign students occupied the bench next to the stop, some laughing merrily, some playing guitars, and some were concentrating on cell phones. We were stunned by the amazing sight. Later a Mexican boy beckoned us to come. At first, May assumed, wrongly, that he wanted her to take the photo for them. But he was actually inviting us to join them. He made a bit of harmless fun of May, and we all laughed.
After that another boy came and talked to us. His name is Alex. Alex is from Vermont, and is going to turn nineteen on March 17. Alex speaks Chinese with unbelievable fluency that its’ amazing for us to realize he has learned Chinese for only a few months. The Mexican boy is Chema. He is very talented: He is good at mixing drink, playing guitar, and singing. May and I was surprised to know that Chema is only 16!—he looked disappointed when knowing that we are three years older than him. Later we learned that they are actually high school exchange students from the Rotary Club’s “Rotary Youth Exchange” program. That’s cool~
May and I also met many other students. They were all nice guys. I asked them their msn addresses on our way to the Chiayi Performing Arts Center. They also invited us to dinner in Chiayi city. Although we screamed “yes” in mind, since we had already bought tickets for the musical, we declined their invitation.
“What a fortuitous meeting!” I said to myself, and also to May. In Chung Cheng University, I seldom meet students from western countries. So, for sure, I will seize the chance, for I have already got their msn, to expand my circle of friendship, and fulfill step by step the expectation on my study plan: To make friends from all over the world!
2010年3月10日 星期三
Personal Journal 1 Mar. 8~14
What I learned from "American Crime Stories"
This winter vacation I read some intriguing readers. “American Crime Stories” was one of them. (Why I chose this book was partly because I learned about some basic criminal psychology during last semester.) This reader talked about seven different types of crimes. In the stories, the commission of each wrongdoing had its own cause and I was inspired by them. When it comes to the word “crime”, many people may think about something negative. People seldom commiserate with culprits. They may think it is the person who commits the offense should take the blame. He or she should be behind the bar and get it in the neck. However, it’s not always so. There are countless reasons for committing crimes. So we can’t have preconceived opinions before knowing the truth in depth.
Take one story in “American Crime Stories” for example. The first story is “The Heroin”. It talked about a girl named Lucille whose mother was a psychotic. The girl accompanied her mother for many years, waiting for her to recover. But until her mother died she had never become sane. The girl suffered a great loss and she was afraid she could not fit in the society. Trying to forget the terrible memory, she left the city to start her new life. Later she found a job as a governess. She thought she ought to take good care of the two kids and win the hearts of the family. But as time went by, the thought of winning the trust of the family grew terribly strong. It was not enough to just read fairytales to the kids or bathe them. Money she earned meant nothing to her either. She was eager for something dangerous to happen so that she could win honor for saving them. She had to prove herself in a crisis! Hence, she poured gasoline around the house, lit the match, and walked aside, waiting for the fire to grow tall. The ending was self-evident. After finishing the story, I felt sympathetic towards her. I didn’t think she was culpable of punishment. It was the unpleasant past that caused her to behave strangely.
In sum, I think it’s important that look at a crime from various angles. We are neither the person involved, nor the criminal who commit the crime. So we can’t tell what exactly the cause is for him or her to do the terrible thing. If we can try to stand in their shoes, perhaps we may realize some further and complicated stories between the criminal and the victim. Thus, we may be able to judge an event from a different point of view and observe what’s happening around us in a more objective way.
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