A wholly new semester has come anyway. When occupied with bulks of things in this "golden" September, I realize that it is a fact I can not deny---although I do not mean to reject. Surely I am no exception of my choice, the result of which follows the inevitable routine that also seems very common to others: TOEFL, GRE, CV, PS, another TOEFL, reference letter...... And the daily activity again bogs itself in a steorotype, something like storming seats in library, working in lab with my tiny and lovely taper fiber and other optical devices, attending classes with more detachments thus more passion, going to the weekly meeting of WKFB Team1 and be informed of the steps I should do in the following application process. No complaints, no excuses. I have decided to take all of them before I make the choice, hence to dedicate. 

Sometimes it looks really ironic when I am trying to speak with a positive tone. This feeling was used to be official in people's daily expression and communication, before groups of newly born punks despise this mask--if I can define the behaviour as mask -- as junk. So the name cynic, a word that can be dated back to the Greek philosopher Diogenes, is entitled. Sarcastically, as I mention above the cynicism is not a state-of-art gesture in human history, for the rebellious youth are always intepreted as cynic before they eventually grow old to take this privilege to impose the title to coming youth. But a tone of cynicism sounds more comfortable to me, comparing to a more orthodox one. It acts like that because I can criticize upon a cynic remark with somewhat cynicism in other style, but when it comes to a positive proclamation, I can only utter a pale laughter. Words make sense, but laughter make you lose.

But I must be positive right now. When you make a final strike, you have to be filled with passion.

Despite of all the hustling, boredom will still find its vacancy. The most effective way to overcome boredom, as I figure out recently, is to make you more bored. It is a effect which appear similar to pressing a cork to the bottom of a water filled container. And with common sense, everybody can tell that the cork will bounce back to the surface of water even more fierely. That is how this remedy works:soaking yourself with much more boredom until you find in the end that the feeling of boredom tastes very boring too---so let's cheer up to try something new other than boredom. So as you see, the comfort and deceit can both be a remedy, and you can hardly draw a distinctive line in the between.

Okay, I have to read papers now. I will take IBT in Sept. 29th. It is time to check it out.