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November 05

Talking about YouTube - Paul Gilbert - Technical Difficulties (Racer X)

 

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YouTube - Paul Gilbert - Technical Difficulties (Racer X)
  

June 28

There is no reason to indulge.

Four years have finally gone with wind, and as such we embrace the final days before graduation. The graduation, within expectation, has always been an excuse for some people to abandon, which I cannot accept personally.

 

Alcohol has been the most pivotal ingredient of every meal. Every corner of the school is diffused with smelly acid from those who drank too much; KTV is always full all the time, and you have to reserve it advance for a few days in order to avoid a long-time waiting, people are getting desperate if they cannot get a place like this to release their “emotion”, which just like junkies cannot find the drug in their locker.

 

Every single day, we get the same people to have dinner together, drink, shout and cry for the same reason that merely few participates care months before. Do you feel a little bit bizarre, or unnatural? They all seem so impressed by the coming separate, that they cannot even possibly feel any shit like this before, just keep hurting each other, ignoring each other.

 

You know what? We should really miss our friend, since we cannot extract their soliciting anymore, we cannot force them to do what we want to do anymore, we cannot take advantage of them anymore, and properly we can say we are losing some reusable resources. Yeah, we got a proper reason to indulge in our feeling.

 

Maybe we don’t even know, anything more than our immediate neighbors, the man who is toasting us, and the man that is so mediocre that we can just call its face when meet with it. Are you really drinking to express how you are pity for not seeing each other again? Bullshit, certainly not, how can you do that if you simply ignore these people days after your wake from alcohol.

 

So what are you doing right now on the table? Why are you crying for a visionary emotion that did not exist? There is only one reason: It is you that want to indulge in your feeling. You are weak, so weak to keep yourself sane. Even if this is the last time we saw each other, why should not you do anything more meaningful than merely drinking, singing, fucking and disgorging again and again. You know, you freaks make me sick.

 

How about do something nice? Best friends engage in some sort of research or study, boys and girls write some bravura chapters, teachers and students review some courses they’ve done discussed in the classroom before. If one of my original papers has co-author of you, can I forget you? No, we once have reached the uniform in spirit. If my iPod has a file composed of us, can I forget you? No, your melody of life matched me so perfect. If you and I are in the classroom of our last lesson, can I forget you??

 

Your parents sponsored you so much in your previous study, giving you money and everything you need to achieve great. How dare you waste your time in doing all these meaningless issues? One more day you have indulged in, the less one you have before your next deadline. There just no reason for any of us to indulge.

June 21

Those Touching Songs [1]

How many times do we cry for those impressive lines within the most ordinary songs?
There is no bravura riffs, pushing precussions, decorating electrical elements, nor attracting solos.
Only things they left to us are lonely husky voice and melody composed of overdriven guitar and light keyboard behind it.
And deadly melancholy, they together rendered, transcending anything audible and visible, to our visional perception.
Here is one of them, "There is no if" from Cure, one of my favourite bands.

Remember the first time I told you I love you -
It was raining hard and you never heard -
You sneezed! and I had to say it over
"I said I love you" I said... you didn't say a word
Just held you hands to my shining eyes
And i watched as the rain ran through your fingers
Held your hands to my shining eyes and smiled as you kissed me...
 
"if you die" you said "so do I" you said...
And it starts the day you make the sign
"tell me i'm forever yours and you're forever mine
Forever mine..."
"if you die" you said "so do I" you said...
And it starts the day you cross that line
"swear i will always be yours and you'll always be mine
You'll ways be mine
Always be mine..."

Remember the last time I told you I love you -
It was warm and safe in our perfect world -
You yawned and I had to say it over
"I said I love you" I said... you didn't say a word
Just held you hands to your shining eyes
And I watched as the tears ran through your fingers
Held your hands to your shining eyes and cried...
 
"if you die" you said "so do I" you said...
But it ends the day you see how it is
There is no always forever... just this...
Just this...
"if you die" you said "so do i" you said
But it ends the day you understand
There is no if... just and
There is no if... just and
There is no if...
 
June 07

Write on another common day

Today is quite a common day; paradoxically, this very day, during which the sun furtively rise from the East and set in the night silently, is along with two things that may lead to my inscription of today to be a milestone. One thing is that I have submitted my final thesis for my degree and all the rest that I can do is just wait, wait for those academy committees to skim it in few minutes and give back some authority comments according to their own understanding about it, wait for my thesis defense that will be held days after.

It is fantastic for one to do so since in so few minutes he will have to distinguish a hundreds-year-long thesis to be either "good" or "bad". The thesis can be meticulously prepared throughout years' effort, or be rushed out before the deadline via several nights without sleep, albeit it is quite skeptical that some professors, who can only conjure, or daunt, his or her own students for co-authorships of their research papers in order to gain a promotion, can take such a demanding job without flaws.

Despite this achievement, I do have done, or bypass, another significant episode, that I finally hand in my GRE answer sheet after so many times of postponing and later cancelling. Please feel free to scorn me if you read following facts: I have registered GRE twice before and each of them is end with a "cancel" after one or more times of "defer'. However, I myself do not consider this to be despicable in my heart because I find excuses every time, from "this term I have to too many courses to be assessed" to "I will be busy for my visa in recent months".

It is only today, that can I realize the fact that I was always eschewing the chances to challenge myself and for all the time I was trying to reconcile the convoluted factors about being resolute and being timidity by compromising to the later, trying to disguise my lethal disadvantage with insolence deep behind the feeling that I have already done a lot, and that I have excellent enough. Maybe one month later the final score will turn down my exhilaration that I will soon be on the sacrosanct continent of U.S to present my paper in the highest level research conference, nonetheless, unearthly speaking, I have to say that it is first time I really choose to face challenges of my life, regard less any mundane details such as the result.

At this very moment, I promise to myself I will go on my way of heading to top schools of U.S, there will never be words like "failure" that come out from my mouth until one day God proves so. Every single day, I will still review the "Red Book" that have already possessed every dream of mine during last several months, the book that turn from an incubus at the beginning into my most loyalty friend that I will inevitable fall into insomnia without skimming it once before I get on bed. I will strive to U.S and finish my lost dream there, for only one reason, that I will conquer myself, by myself only.

By the way, I do believe that it is high time I can write something to commemorate my four-year university experiences. By word "experience" we mean an exhaustive description that describes every aspects of live. Sadly, my recollection often fails to garner details about what time exactly one incident happened, and therefore I would like to present those scattered shadow of perception in a topical structure, instead of chronological one. I will finish them topic by topic and have them published here day by day. Please be munificent to post your comments here.

May 27

最后10天

6月7号,还有整整10天,似乎还有很多东西需要准备,很想停下来休息一下,但是每次看到红包前面的那段诗句,我又突然找到了力量,找到了前进的方向,写出来自勉一下!
 
我们不愿意在人生的平原上走过
尽管平原很平坦又没有艰险
但缺缺少了攀登高山的激动
我们不愿意在生活的死水中逐流
尽管死水很平静又没有暗礁
但却缺少了征服海洋的气魄
 
每天每时每刻
我们总是在逃避
逃避不知不觉平庸的爱情
逃避日复一日虚假的幸福
逃避充满陷阱的温情关怀
条比充满险恶的怜悯眼神
 
为了逃避,我们渴望和追求
我们渴望翻过心灵的高山
去一睹山那边撩人的风采
为了逃避,我们渴望和追求
我们追求横渡梦想的大海
去一睹海那边跳动的云帆
 
为了实现本能发出的誓言
我们的生命从此真实起来
我们真实地感到了痛苦
因为远处的圣火灼伤了我们的执着
我们真实地感到了失落
因为眼前的恋人靠上了别人的肩膀
 
但我们却再也不想回头
因为我们已经尝到了
受伤的狼舔着血腥的伤口的快乐