Remains of the Day

All right, I have a 3-hour break before class. Three weeks ago, I was in my best friend's house in Hong Kong. She's a newly-wedded, and I missed her wedding because of the final exams. Plus, she didn't invite me. If my brother didn't tell me, I wouldn't have known that she was getting married. Computer! I haaate computer! She thought that I had somehow replied a thread on her blog, and somehow she thought that I had learnt about it a long time ago. Anyway, I will take her excuse. Well, you know, I love her very much. I could only be grateful to have such a friend, I guess. I met her in HKU when I was a undergrad. We were the executives of the student union. We had the worst, and yet, the greatest time together in that ghetto. "A ghetto", that's how I would describe HKUSU, and by which I'm talking about a psychological or a spiritual state. I was too young to realize that universities were not the place for people who believe in justice, not even fo...

Here's my New Year's resolution. Put my thougths into words. It's not easy. The fact that I couldn't write as good as I wanted to had successfully prevented me from trying. I gave up writing a few years ago, since then I had been emotional detached from words. The only kind of writings that I could still do was very techincal, such as lab reports and assignments. "In this experiment, 8 subjects were tested..... no significant difference was found between the control group and the experimental group...... similar to the effect of oxytocin, when acetylcholine with high enough concentration was introduced to the reaction chamber......" Impersonal and precise. Not that I dislike tech writing, but once in a while, the other half of myself would yell and say "merely by not touching it won't make it go away, you idiot." Now I don't care. Let this place be flooded with words. No more self-judging. Like music, writing has its healing power. I'm le...