Saturday, July 25, 2009 Y 3:34 PM
我的信念一直没有动摇过，而我也不希望它会有动摇的一天。
小时候，看待这个世界的想法很简单、很单纯、很美好。世界就是一个大空间，在这里，我能实现我的梦想。想哭就哭，想笑就笑，没什么烦恼。
长大后，我的视野越广，世界却越显得狭益了。不知不觉中，我发现我的梦想变得难以实现，逼近，要怎么期望每个人都能开心？要怎么期望人心没有贪欲？
这根本是不可能办到的事。
“世界太小，梦想太大
人生不过是残酷的笑话。”
——JS
我想我开始理解这句话的意思了。
但愿我的信念能有坚持下去的一天。
Y 12:14 AM
I serously don't like myself to be so accident-prone.
Tuesday: Scraped my knees playing netball during PE. Discover a big hole only after I got home.
Same day: Burnt myself with hot water when carrying instant noodles down from second storey.
Wednesday: Banged into my house's door when I was opening them.
Thursday: Nothing happens :) (maybe paper cuts? Or else what could have explained the few little slits on my fingers?)
Friday: Scraped my fingers on the College's walls.
Same day: Banged into a trees when walking to Serene Centre.
有些人，就算你已经很小心了，意外也仍会找上你。
很悲哀的，在过去一个星期里，我的际遇彻彻底底的向我证实了，我就是这种人。
也许你看到这里会想仰天大笑，但是，我只想告诉你：
一个礼拜遇到这么多意外，不对，应该称之为倒霉事，是不好玩的，而且也很痛！
I think the most ridiculous accident should be how I scraped my fingers against the College's walls.
It was a cool evening, after Harmoc prac. MF and I were walking to the canteen gate when we saw ching man and jessica. We went to talk to them and I put my hands on the concrete walls besides the metal gates. (notice: concrete, concrete, CONCRETE! urgh!)
There was a small levelling (is that what you call it?) or some really really very short platform between college gates and the ground before it. I didn't notice. When I stepped forward, I slipped. I don't know what exactly happen then, but then a sharp piercing pain came from my right hand and it went numb for a few seconds. When I looked at my hand, it seems alright so I just heck care about it and keep on talking.
It was only when I was walking out from Gate 1 with MF did I realise that there was this tiny red dot that kept grewing bigger and bigger on my middle and fourth finger.
Oops.
I DID IT AGAIN.
I INJURED MYSELF AGAIN. :(
Worst thing is, I forgot to bring plasters. Urgh. Luckily the blood didn't dripped in front of MF.
Then at the coro bus-stop, MF and I separated and I continue walking to Serene Centre. There was a big tree on the way, a really big one with very very rough bark. Again, I din't notice. And of course, I bumped straight into it. When trying to balance myself, I absent-mindedly put out my right hand, the hand that was injured to push myself away from the tree.
That did the trick of making blood dripped down from my fingers. (Remember how I comment about the tree having very very rough bark? Now you know where I got my observations from. A painful observation, though.) Luckily for me again, the wound is not very deep and the blood flowed quite slowly and after a while it just stopped.
And so coinicdentally, on my father's cab (he came to fetch me, willingly. for the first time in don't know how many years!) there is a box of plasters which I used to bandaged my poor fingers. But that comes with a price. Because my mum is also in my father's cab. Not to mention two very tired/ sisters too. They were stunned when I held out my fingers (I tried to wash with water to make the wound not so scary). What a graduation gift for Da Jie...
