CTG play

I never worry about my skin condition, not until yesterday. When I look in the mirror, I was shocking to see some small moles and big pimples on my face. I know what the problem is --- my digested system is very bad these days. My stomach keep tumbling and aching for a few weeks now. These two days I could only consume 粥. Poor me! I have been taking a lot of medicine since April. I even had my hair cut to stop my horrible hair drop. Last winter, I was struggling with sickness; this year is still the same. For me, Melbourne is not a liveable city.

Today, I start to read CTG mandarin production script. I read <家> when I was 14 years old. At that time, I admired to 觉慧’s ambition, and scolded觉新 for being a coward. Now I reread this book, I felt觉慧 is too emotional driven, and 觉新 chooses or has to choose the “right way” for his life. I know I become maturer now, I will see things from more angles. I am not here by myself. My family, my friends and people who have helped me are all very important to me. I am learning to sacrifice. The joyfulness time in life is to see people you love are living happily.
I never worry about my skin condition, not until yesterday. When I look in the mirror, I was shocking to see some small moles and big pimples on my face. I know what the problem is --- my digested system is very bad these days. My stomach keep tumbling and aching for a few weeks now. These two days I could only consume 粥. Poor me! I have been taking a lot of medicine since April. I even had my hair cut to stop my horrible hair drop. Last winter, I was struggling with sickness; this year is still the same. For me, Melbourne is not a liveable city.

Last night, I had a very funny conversation with my flatmates. The topic is about toilet paper. We discuss what kind of tissue is the most suitable material for toilet paper. Hahaha…we ended up to discuss whether marketing or media people are more reliable in public sphere. The answer is: neither. Media is no longer a “watch dog” because of all those cash-for-comment scandals; and marketing people have never been trustable. Ahi…this commercial unescaped society. Still today, I am day-dreaming to live in the ancient time. Less complicated, and I can wear those fancy long ancient skirts :>

Today’s Quote:

My self-reflection (actually, mine situation is even worse than this) :
连续两个星期,书桌摊着至少八本划着重要引文的书, 床上按类别铺满参考书, 影印资料和从网络上列印下来的文章. 作在桌前至少需要两支红笔, 一支黄色荧光笔, 因为我随时都会不小心把其中一支夹在某本书里. 生活只剩下理论理论理论, 不只一次在电脑前因为deadline的压力而有想哭出来的冲动.
For two weeks, on my table there were at least 8 books filled with high-lighted lines; books, photo-copied pages and articles printed from webs were scattered on my bed. I need at least two red pen and one high-lighter, because I would always left one in a book somewhere in my mess. Live was only left with theory after theory. For couples of times, I wanted to cry in front of the computer because of the deadline stress.