The office campus is more and more like a college campus. Crowded cafeteria, tranquil and stylish library, familiar and trustworthy people, dynamic atmosphere,  many young faces…

I like the huge gazebo most where you can relax your stressed eyes and overlook the basketball court and the vegetable field.

I have an impulse to play some childhood games on that open space.

Out of blue, the weather is getting chilly, everyone especially me is unprepared. The piercing wind makes me shivering like a drowned mouse.

Running like mad to catch the crazily packed 352, but still we ended up with being blocked by the crowded carriage. Kind of like the poor little match-selling girl created by Andersen. We need warmth!

 Without rhyme or reason, my mood is inversely proportional to the temperature. One little casual smile could light up my whole day.

 Though not long before I was deeply troubled and tangled, still you can stride over the upset huddle if you have a sedulous faith existing in your mind.

Everything is new. Office campus is new and modernistic. Colleagues are new and friendly. Friends are new and endearing.

Start from here, lose the past, we don’t need a finish line.

The Westlake fireworks celebration was splendid and flowery!

The tone is sprightly and colorful today. I had a wonderful time together with my friends. But speaking of fireworks, it reminds me a blue movie I watched couple of years ago -- <Hilary and Jackie>, the Chinese translation is <她比烟花寂寞>, (she feels lonelier than the fireworks), how brilliant and felicitous the translation is!

It’s a frantic and outlandish story of two gifted sisters, the movie’s last scene is still living in my memory vividly and I still remember my feeling of the day.

Birthday is coming.

Mid-autumn day is coming.

I’ve missed both of these two important days which are supposed to be celebrated together with families five times since I went to college in Hangzhou.

Finally I make it! I am home! Yaho~~~

According to Irene’s definition, happy=expectation.

I like my life would be full of expectation and unexpected amazing surprise (definitely prefer to good surprise)…

Even though that some expectations are tiny and weenie.

Expectation A: Dad is about to come back home in three days.

Expectation B: Sister is about to come back home in two days.

Expectation C: I will visit my new-born niece in a few days.

Can’t figure out how many expectations are following.

Wait and see.

Tomorrow is my sister’s birthday. One of the biggest day in her life – 18 years old. I can’t be around.

She is the most important person in my life. I can’t imagine how lonely I would be without her.

So silly, I sobbed in the mid-night yesterday and can’t sleep but kept crying and crying, only because I remembered of one sentence of my sister’s letter, she wrote it to me five years ago, when I first left home to college. She said she had a dream that I was sitting at the old desk where I used to study, and the reading lamp was still on, whenever she woke up at the night, she would not be afraid and feel safe. She was wondering why was I still here and hadn’t gone to college, in her dream I told her, silly girl, I am always here, never have left. She woke up the next day and found her pillow was full of tears, and I wasn’t sitting at that desk, I had already gone to Hangzhou.

She was too shy to call me Jie Jie, and never said she loved me in person, she called me jie jie and said she loves me.

I was wiping off my tears all through the Advanced Mathematics class that afternoon when I received her letter.

She is the one who loves me unconditionally. Each time when my heart gets hurt she is there for me. How stupid I was, immersed in the so-called love relationship and left her behind and only turn around to her when I need comfort.

We shared one room, we shared one big bed, we share every silly and funny awkward embarrassing moment, we share every growing pain in our life.

When the college day was coming I was so excited that I can’t wait to go to the new campus, but never thought of that would be the last moment we lived together, actually it was the last moment, and I didn’t quite cherish it.

She was never angry with me no matter how bad I treated her and never complained no matter how unfair the family sometimes brought her.

I can always remember her litter hands and her red eyes, when she first went to kindergarten, she cried aloud  and said she didn’t want to go to the kindergarten and wanted me to save her. I can always remember that she gave me the candies the teacher awarded her because she didn’t cry that day. I can always remember when she was about four or five years old I and our mom were about to leave her she ran after the bus and cried sadly.

    I can hear the laughter of the last year’s today vivaciously, pleasure ground and the green branch, bright sunshine and ice-cream.

    Always happy to be with you, so lucky to have you to be with!

    Always love you.

    Happy birthday!

Life is beautiful!

Love to hang out with friends!

Love the green plants I bought!

Love donuts!

Love to nestle in my cozy home!

I am a 宅女+busy housewife!

Much work to do, decoration is huge

The textbook for white collars surviving in the foreign company.

A thoughtprovoking and rewarding book.

Thanks “sulern” for mailing me such a helpful gift, you are always the first person I want to call whenever I have something uncertain and don’t know what to do, thanks for always being there for me, feel so lucky to have such a friend like you, you are the one who deserves being cherished through all my life.

Still too emotional and sensitive, how to shake off unreasonable sentiment?

Holding a flinty heart for quite a long time until recently my eyes brimming with tears while I was reading a novel and when I received an pure-hearted e-mail of my tutor Prof. Cao, I feel so fortunate and lucky to have such a sincere and genuine mentor.

Get furious at some outrageous scoundrels, and feel some girls are so pathetic and miserable, but I can’t help them out. How can they do these to their girlfriends? Almost get suffocated because of anger!

The love between the leading characters in the novel is so unsophisticated and pure, but some living examples I’ve seen and heard made me question the existence of pure love and the loyalty of affection.

Holidays are the most suitable moment for two people to fall in love.

Picturesque scenery, carefree mood, amused conversation and then, a little bit fluctuant affection…mix them together, something called love softly arise…

Maybe it wasn’t that fine and nice, wasn’t that romantic and lovely. Sometimes one especially girls just live in their own imagination and reverie, they build their air castle and keep on sanctifying their emotion and passion. Maybe she doesn’t love this man, not the specific man, she just loves the feeling of loving a man, the feeling which she can put her full heart into…

Memories only could remember the bright side, who knows about the cruel reality?

oh my god!! Just because these two men are too handsome, I will definitely hopelessly fall in love with one of them too

Being totally isolated for such a long time, alas!

facebook still doesn’t work! Help!

I can’t connect any of my foreign friends on facebook and respond their greetings, can’t reply anybody who added me as a friend and posted something on my wall…

huge disaster and completely tragedy!

Give back my facebook soon pleeeeeease….

Pray really really hard…god bless me…

Is distance really a lethal barrier between relationship?

Realistic or romantic?
Time difference and Atlantic Ocean are really farther than the distance between heart?

    Some paragraphs come to an end while some new chapters begin.

   Crazily inexhaustible busy and rush around everywhere tirelessly, I don’t know where my strength is coming from. They all say you are so energetic and vigorous, but nobody can see through the trepid solitude.

   You can’t expect too extravagantly from others otherwise you will easily fall to pieces when you only can embrace disappointment instead of anticipation.

   Maybe terribly moil is the only way to fill up mirage and drive it out.

   I am a child of fortune and often can get hold of some really precious opportunities, sometimes I felicitate myself.

   But opportunity is just a door open to you, how to walk out of the labyrinth is up to yourself.

The weather is turning better, as well as my cold condition, and as well as my despondence.

Flowers are blooming, and the frisky frogs are singing hopingly under window every night.

Time to pull up my slacks.

Plus: old song《拨浪鼓》, so reminiscent~