EMBRACING NEW LIFE

and so strange, the Chinese I wrote for this post just can’t be displayed properly! Fine, I can vent my anger in a foreign language.

These days I am feelling like being forgotten, neglected, isolated, quarantined (or under surveilance, no kidding, though I am just a nobody).

Actually, worse than that! Why I am feeling so? My work email inbox receive fewer and fewer work related emails but more and more junk emails each day, all kinds of viruses, ads, hoaxes, you name it. And my cell phone beeps at midnight with incoming SMS, ads for “Cheap plane tickets “, “Prime business opportunity"… But the people I know (the word “friends” means the same) just seem to have no time to reply my messages . Can it be worse? (Maybe it can… )

Modern telecommunication technologies can be so developed that one can easily communicate with his/her friend in, say, Argentina. Somehow they went wrong with me. What have I done wrong to deserve all this? Am I a bug-magnet?

又是一个多月没写任何东西。这个Blog，因他的出现而始，但不应因他的离去而止。

三月九日，在整整十个月之后的第一天的第一个小时，我在电话中听到了希望的熄灭。当时没有眼泪，睡下时也没有哭，只是感到流回心脏的血是凉的。
继续做好朋友吗？How? 他给我讲过他的想法，但我不知道我是否听懂。之后的两周，晚上做梦各种场景下都有他的影子，不是噩梦，也不是美梦，在梦里我和他好似也没有特殊的关系，如果他不在我的视线中，我就要找到他；他在，我就注视着他。比如，一个梦里的场景好像是这样：他在讲台上坐着讲课，我坐在前排听……

这种情况又持续了多久？不知道。现在，好像已不再做这样的梦了。只是，我醒着的时候还是不能想不起他，以及他的决定。而我呢，“印度大师”DK看了我的手相，说我是个不能做决定的人。: (