My dear, Emma

     Missing is a horrible thing, which makes me hard to breathe from time to time. Yesterday, my best friend, also my ex-room mate, came to see me from Kaohsiung. Actually, I had been expected for her coming more than two weeks. It had been for a long time that I've haven't seen her. We went to many places together. From waiting for the bus, taking a stroll in many tourists spots, sleeping together at night, to taking her to take the train back to south, we had experienced so much so that  I couldn't help thinking about her while she left. Now she wasn't here, and every corner which she came through remind me of her smile, black hair, her stride, and even her shoes. This evening, she sent a message to me that made me torn apart so hard. She expressed her gratefulness to me, and thanked for my company for these two days. Even though we don't get along now, I still feel familiar with how she talks and how she smiles at me when she's happy. There are two more days that I can go back home. Till then I will meet my best friend and celebrate the end of this year together like what we used to do last year.

Another new thing worth a try

     I've been learning dancing for almost a month. Actually, it isn't like what I imagine peimarily. I used to think following your body and making various movements are called dance. It is easy without any effort like a person born to do something well. However, my thought is proved to be a wrong conception. I ignore the importance of the foundation.  A simple shake from right to left and from back and forth take me one week to practice. A simple up-and-down movement isn't easy to do perfectly and now I  am still practicing. Another thing worth mentioning is that dancing indeed takes more energy than jogging does, which makes me rethink the art of dance. Music has rhyme, and so does body, but it's not easy to achieve. Only through large amounts of practice do I sense it a little bit. The last reflection which I get few days ago is that dance is not only by heart but also by brain. It needs me to think  what would be the next step and how to make every moves seem "logical" and fluent rather than discrete. There will be audition hold on Thursday to choose who is suitable to perform on our club presentation , hope myself do well that day!!

Pep Talk for Myself in This Moment.

When seeing people accept the outcome happily and satisfied, I sense the joy at the same time. When hearing somebody do well in  the performance, I admire their ability and attitude toward what they've deserved. When sensing everybody laughing because of compliment, I don't feel good anymore. Instead, I become jealous, frustrated, doubted whether I did wrong or right. I did wrong this time without a doubt. I spent more time on others'concern than my problem and weakness. This time, the mind state will be different, and so will the outcome. The long-lost determination and perseverance need to be resumed from my bottom of my heart.

Memorize through the window

What would you see through the window?

Passing car,

Fallen leaves,

Street light beside a tree,

Or nothing else but yourself,

Then,

I see a bitter stress and loneliness.

I miss the days we've spent together because 

They are much more easier, faster, and richer.

Keep running in limited time

To me, challenge is not setting a big goal which isn't the greatest and faultless, instead, conquering my laziness every step of the way to every segmented part of a unfinished thing.

Lost in the woods.

Eyes opens widely, but seeing nothing but ashes everywhere. The little girl is lost in the darkest side of the woods. "Where could I find the exist?" says the little girl. Which direction should and would she choose?

"Pitiful" Snowflake

     Nobody would follow any one's will and respond properly to each acquirement.  I always consider and agree that people might identify my intention and seeking-help sign until the day before yesterday. I was totally wrong about it.  I was all thumb about the flat-tire  bike,and apparently needed someone else to help me. However, a middle-aged woman came forward to me, saying that I should push deeply into the tire so that the air could be filled in. Her tone was sounded harsh and mocking to me.  I felt so hurt and humiliated that I turned grumpy and complained in mind that why she didn't help and stood their like a log. En route to home, I retrospected the whole matter, telling my mom. After telling her, I stopped, sat, and gazed at some point. To some degree, I seemed to be picky and selfish to the woman and every aspect. Never should I expect others to meet our demands and contentment, even though she/he might try to achieve either or in reality they've never had that big-headed idea.  One who would support,follow,company, and work together is myself.