Life becomes crammed by bulks of things, whatever they are, when the mid-exam is looming. First of all, three presentations are waiting in line. Luckily, I get one out of this category just a week ago, so still I have to cope with the presentation of Advanced English Writing , the Introduction to Dengxiaoping Theory and Quantum Mechanics. But the problem is that you always fall back to the ground to realize there are as much brilliant guys in front of you as the stupid ones, including myself maybe. Easily lost in the waves of things, I feel relaxed. That is a bit of weird perhaps. Actually, I have been watching the once prevailing American TV series "The O.C." since I am back from the class Bible and Christianity.

   Next week, one exam and one presentation. The next of this, another exam and two presentations more, later.

 

   I am going to clear all the problems dancing around the Quantum Mechanics --sometimes cool name--and maybe the solid state physics and the physics of laser. I may not major in this physics field theoretically, but  I do.

 

 

  The new design of  live space has no affinity with me, as I haven't updated this blog for almost 3 month. But tommorrow is mid-autumn day, I wish to do things that brings about other things, or make things happen. Thus, by this means, I am going to update my blog to activate the antiquated passion that has ever be prevailing, lingering and haunting around my mind. 

  I am not used to get in chunks of mooncakes in mid-autumn day, because every time I ate up some friendly provided and decent mooncakes I could tell that the cloying taste that sparkled disgusting feeling quickly stormed my mouth and teeth and the stomach would being fluttering afterwards. So normally I touch no mooncakes and the outrageously marked price in the hall just sounds extravagantly ridiculous to me. That doesn't mean I hate mooncakes, though this kind of food never acts impressively in front of me. Through mooncakes, people convey more other messages rather than its officially defined function.

  As usual, I spend my festival alone. That is nice. The component freedom of loneliness is prior to a little bit of wandering. When the majority merge into the mainstream to running off their gas, everywhere, I creep out of the bustling crowds of people and find a place at Innerisfree to plant my vines and keep my beehives.