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     i got up early this morning, at 6:00am, to buy a railway ticket from CD to Xi’an. nothing more is to say about the long long queue waiting at the station.i’m not quite familiar with the routine, but i successfully get to the booking hall without asking anyone for the way. why? hoho~~ that’s because the queue is as long as two streets from the station to another road called Hehuachi Street. hahhah~~ i followed the queue as a road sign to get to the special booking hall for students. it is at this very moment i felt the advantage of being a student.

      however, i still had waited for more than two hours. but once i thought about the last person waiting at the end of that shockingly long queue in another street, i felt better, and gained more patience to wait.

     huuu“` finally an luckily i got my ticket. now my back is aching, feet numbing and head unclear. what a torture…..

      Woke up late this morning, sunshine surprisingly poured into the bedroom. Coming through several gloomy days, it is surely glad to meet the sunny weather again.

      Special Valentine’s Day. Though still alone,I decide to go to the temple fair in Wuhou district as a celebration of this special festival. This year Chengdu citizens are busy with those kind of fairs. I haven’t been to those occations since I came back. Most of the days were spent in motional gloom.

     It is said the grand temple fair attracts tens of thousands tourists everyday. I’m now expecting highly on it~~~! Great, start off right now! 

      Sister Sally brought her boyfriend home to have dinner with us, including her parents. They drink wine and ask each other to have more. This is the typical Chinese way of having dinner together.

      I can still remember how we played games togeter as little kids. Now all those things are gone. Instead, I see they are more under the disguise of so called mature. I don’t know whether I should be glad or sad. Whatever, she is goin’ to ge married with that man  months later.

      Maybe I’m  just too emotional. I feel gaps exists between us though we are talking all the time through… I am afraid also, one day, I will do the same thing as my sister is doin’ now.

      Sevrial days have past quickly while I’m having fun in fabulous places. But,,,,,,,,,, right now, a verrrrry unhappy thing happend on me… My tricky USB Flash Disk is on strike for my snubbing it.

      ME~! The most stupid idiot in this millennium formatted it without thinking. MY semi-finished homework was in it~! How come I am the damn unlucky dog in this spring festival period! Dear Heaven, MERCY!

      In the past three days, I paid a visit to my birth place– the Old Town, Luodai City. When the bus arrived, I couldn’t even believe it is the town I grew up in. The traffic jam was serious. Thus we had to get off the bus one stop in advance and walk to the gate of the town on ourselves.

      The town is distincted and famous for its characteristic Hakka Culture. In Chinese, it is called “kejia” culture. Kejia(guest family) in Mandarin is a concept of ethnic group and also a cultural concept indicating “to be guest in hometown of other people”. And it is pronounced as Hakka in English.

      Hah, I wanna to publicize my hometown here. Yep, let me say more about the mysterious Hakka Culture.

      Origination of Hakka: Most experts concluded that Hakka are the inhabitants at junction of Guangdong, Fujian and Jiangxi Province due to the continuous immigration of Hakka ancestors from the north to the south China in many years.      

      Development of Hakka: in the late years of South Song Dynasty, due to a new tide of immigration and increase of population, inhabitants in south Jiangxi and west Fujian started moving toward east Guangdong where were unpopulated. Especially, the invasion of Mongolian resulted in terrible turmoil in south China again. Some of the thousands of officers and soldiers, after defeated by the Mongolian armed forces, moved into west Fujian and east Guangdong. Since then until the end of Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of Ming Dynasty, many inhabitants in south Jiangxi and west Fujian kept immigrating to east Guangdong. In the later period of Ming Dynasty, some inhabitants in east Guangdong once again returned back south and central Jiangxi, even moved to Zhejiang, Hunan, Sichuan and Guizhou, and some of them moved to Taiwan, southeast Asia and other regions in the world.

      The Hakka dishes have their own series. The most known dishes include Jiudouwan (nine big bowls), brewed bean curd, salty chicken, and the special dishes including the smoked goose , the wild fungus dishes , the crisp and flour soup are well known. Especially in summer, when the wild funguses (the local people call it as chicken foot mushroom) that can not be planted by manpower get harvested, many tourists come to this town to taste it.

     If you haven’t been to this magical place, welcome!

      It’s really a great great surprise to me. Yesterday was the New Year!!!!!!! I didn’t know that until the supper time. Beacause this spring festival was spent at a strange woman’s home, I didn’t pay more attention to the dishes. What a sorrow!! How unfair it is!!

      I watched the Spring Festival Gala at the clinic. It’s reaaaaaally weird to be together with two totally unkown people on this big day, SO I chose to escape.

      I went to the clinic on myself. My arrival was quit a surprise and upset to the nurses, because they were about to call it a day and go home to join families. At that time, I wasn’t sympathetic at all. They had no choice but to serve me. However, the service was not at all humane. Only one bottle of liquid, the nurse inserted the needle for three times. And made my two hands swelling… OK. Call it a retribution. And I just deserve it!

      Damn new year!

     Just one last day be4 the spring festival, sunshine suddenly absent from the city. It is extremely gloomy today, as if goin’ to snow.

      I’ve been sittin’ in this net bar for hours since lunch finished. We had a strange lunch with a strange aunt I’ve heard for times but never met. Honestly, this is not the first time I had this kind of meal with those strange aunts for my dear dad’s sake. He is always hoping one of them can become my step mother.

      All right, I haven’t ever had any objections. And every time followed his direction calling them **aunt as if we were close to each other. But they always would have some problems following. Then gaps will enlarge. Soon, they will part again. And me? Preparing for another strange woman to enter my life.

     Now, I am kinda getting used to the situation already. Kinda numb. Kinda  stoniness. Gloomy? No, it’s not me. The weather!

      Only two days left, it will be the tranditional Chinese lunar New Year! Remember the mania we had every year expecting this day’s coming when we were little kids. Funny when I said “when we were little kids”, it sounds as if I am too old to enjoy the happiness of the festival.

      Well, I’m still young, I admit it. But my passion cannot at all be motivated by the New Year Day’s coming any more. I don’t know whether being adults means having no happiness or not. I don’t like this state of myself. It’s a little bit like pessimistic. Can’t remember from which spring festival on I’ve lost the pure joy. But, for more than four New Year’s Nights, I eliminated watching the Spring Festival Gala. I quitted squibing. To replace those activities, I wrote diaries one year, got drank another, walked on street alone last year and now am planning to sleep this year.

      I am colder than before in face of festivals, get-togethers, and many many other things. Maybe it’s good, maybe bad. I don’t know and cannot know. Let it be.

      It’s been several days since my last login’ on line. Now I’am typing and coughing, at the same time. However, I am so big a net addictor that two minutes after the doctor pulled out the needle tube I am now sitting in front of the computer, coughing myself to death.

      Well…… time has always been hard for me to kiss. Even I am not here kbhitting, I am only doing something else nonesense. The bad weather blesses me with a unusually bad cold, so the way the illness is goin’ to be cured ought to be unusual. Hoho… Maybe I am a little bit over heated ( on fever). Nothing matters. It is much better than nothing. In the days of pure idleness, illness sometimes is the way out. At least when I am on drip I find my time meaningful… What an idiot I am…

      It’s been about half a month since I came back home. But the weather seemed doomy enough to make me give up my interest to visit around. Actually, this winter, the disaster of excessive snow is indulging all around the country.

      But today is really a surprise for all the citizens of this city, including me. The sun shines bringtly. I walked in the street feeling no longer the air chilling nor the wind  nipoing. Instead I almost find myself over-protected and a little bit hot.

      This bright day brings me bright mood and fresh visual effects of the city. I can’t wait goin’ out, with only myself.