Piecees of me
It's been a while since I last updated my web blog. The tight time schedule in Tsinghua has deprived the habit of writing frequently from me for a long time. Now in summer vacation, I finally have time to sit down and summarize a little bit the passed few months' time and the long existing lost memory in Hong Kong.
Piecees of me_memories in Hong Kong
It is really upset to draw the days in HK back to memory. They are the best time ever in my little growing process. Last month my Hong Kong friend Ivan came to Tsinghua to visit me, we talked a lot about the time we spent together in HKUST (who was it that invented the phase "the good old days?"). Wonderful sea view through New Hall, the dormitory I lived inin UST, fabulous travel experiences in clear water bay, and most importantly, the precious friendship I have developed there. Those who know me well will know that though I look happy when I am with my friends, I am inside a introverted person who does not like sharing my thoughts so much. I have mentioned above that it is actually painful for me to recall the good old days. However, sometimes it just happens so naturally, beyond my ability to control.
Pieces of me_current situation
I mentioned that I have dropped the habit of writing frequently for quite a time. But in the next 20 days time I will get typing frequently again.
I am taking the GRE writing section late this month, thus having to take some time practicing everyday. I wish I can use this opportunity to post more from now on.
Taking the GRE test is sort of a dramatic process for me. My friends will know that I have taken it once, but only the writing section. I choice cancelling at the end of the section, not satisfied with my performance(actually I don't even wanna call that a performance). Then, at the end of June, I took the Internet based TOEFL(IBT) test. That is during the examination week,namely the busiest time in a semester. Guess what is the result? I got full mark in the writing section.
"This is my life!" I always talk to myself when the IBT result comes to my mind.(My Christian friends would comfort me that God loves everyone again...)
I always wonder what I have become during these three years college life. A warrior, a some sense blind person, a top student, or a just a kid that longs for its dreams...? I used "pieces of me" as the title of this little article, being afraid of that I may have already become a mixture of all these.
Whatever, I am, and shall be, only me.