Well... I can't really say why but I just feel I would like to write something, and considering the aftermath if I published my journal on a social network, I decided putting it here. Don't really have an outline. Aren't going to revise. Being sure that full of ill-representations and grammar errors. Whatever. And my native language will be too sentimental for me. Just can't use it.
Really busy these days. Being squashed by homework. It's being a routine that I will suffer every Sunday and Tuesday because I have my freshman seminar classes every Monday and Wednesday. Usually 80-page reading assignment every seminar class. Well, I heard that in some other schools, Wisconsin-Madison and NYU for example, writing or seminar classes for international students are different from them for american students. Some of the seminars particularly for international students are just like english classes, 30 grammar exercises or a few pages of textbook reading for each class's homework; while, I am suffering a 80-page book reading, for my seminar, usually an excerption from a memoir or a diary.Some of them are acceptable, especially those written by the big-wigs of the Third Reich, giving you a strong impression of what they are doing and thinking, and, actually, it's always easier to accept a big-wig's idea than a nobody's, and meanwhile those famous' words are generally more humane, humor, sensitive, and in a strange, but fascinating vein. Other acceptable sources are those books that are translated to English, not written in English originally. They are in general, well reasoned, well organized and well worded. However, for those personal memoirs recording how they suffered, I can only say it's really a tough work to readthem. They are full of slangs and big words, ill-organized, too sentimental to be understood.
Saw some comments of life today. Well.... some people argue why we are living in this world. There's a video advertisement about a group of elders in Taiwan who motorcared around the island. It says the reason why we are living is because of our dreams. Objection. I would rather go: we live because we are living.
Kept on thinking about Angela. I was so loving her. Googled her again. Saw a pretty fragmented self-introduction she wrote years ago. She is nuts, well, if that word is so obscure, i will elaborate, she is unique, intelligent, pessimistic, successful, well, yeah, i got it, Cynical. But the introduction she wrote was in a tone of ordinariness and optimistic and showing off. Don't know what made it happen, but I just suddenly felt, it's okay for her to marry another man. It's okay for everything to happen and everything to fade.
Bob Dylan's lyrics coming into my fragile mind:
How many roads must a man walk down, before he can be called a man?
Really busy these days. Being squashed by homework. It's being a routine that I will suffer every Sunday and Tuesday because I have my freshman seminar classes every Monday and Wednesday. Usually 80-page reading assignment every seminar class. Well, I heard that in some other schools, Wisconsin-Madison and NYU for example, writing or seminar classes for international students are different from them for american students. Some of the seminars particularly for international students are just like english classes, 30 grammar exercises or a few pages of textbook reading for each class's homework; while, I am suffering a 80-page book reading, for my seminar, usually an excerption from a memoir or a diary.Some of them are acceptable, especially those written by the big-wigs of the Third Reich, giving you a strong impression of what they are doing and thinking, and, actually, it's always easier to accept a big-wig's idea than a nobody's, and meanwhile those famous' words are generally more humane, humor, sensitive, and in a strange, but fascinating vein. Other acceptable sources are those books that are translated to English, not written in English originally. They are in general, well reasoned, well organized and well worded. However, for those personal memoirs recording how they suffered, I can only say it's really a tough work to readthem. They are full of slangs and big words, ill-organized, too sentimental to be understood.
Saw some comments of life today. Well.... some people argue why we are living in this world. There's a video advertisement about a group of elders in Taiwan who motorcared around the island. It says the reason why we are living is because of our dreams. Objection. I would rather go: we live because we are living.
Kept on thinking about Angela. I was so loving her. Googled her again. Saw a pretty fragmented self-introduction she wrote years ago. She is nuts, well, if that word is so obscure, i will elaborate, she is unique, intelligent, pessimistic, successful, well, yeah, i got it, Cynical. But the introduction she wrote was in a tone of ordinariness and optimistic and showing off. Don't know what made it happen, but I just suddenly felt, it's okay for her to marry another man. It's okay for everything to happen and everything to fade.
Bob Dylan's lyrics coming into my fragile mind:
How many roads must a man walk down, before he can be called a man?
