WorldToChina

      Quited the first class in the morning, I went to Xi’an city to have the computer mended. Don’t be over sentimental. It’s not the earthquake that shaked it to the floor, but me. I accidently dropped it. Lukily it didn’t get damaged so much, except for a little distortion in appearance. The technician said there’s no need to have it repaired. If I really mind the appearance so much, he can get it back to the factory in exchange for a new set. However, I have to pay thousands of RMB, cause’ the damage was noticably contrived.

     Now I’m back on campus, writing this diary as usual. Nothing affect me so much as the scorching weather today. I was almost burnt. With heavy notebook PC and a bag of shopppings, I didn’t have another spare hand to hold the canopy. My skin still hurts now.

      When I passed a building under construction in the city, I found the arms of cranes are bent down onto the top of the buidings. It was the earthquake for sure. Now I can understand the panic of people in the donwtown. Maybe we are just too lucky to be on the new campus, because the students on the old have to spend their nights on the campus squre. Two days ago around 2 o’clock in the morning, there was a slight move of the ground. Unfortunately, a student on our old campus jumped out of the window, died.

      I feel sorry for the student and for all the over panic people.

      It may sounds weird that I really feel excited about the outburst earthquake from the beginning, and even now I don’t feel that much worried about the safety on this campus. However, I do heartache and grieve for my town fellows, who are suffering from the turmoil. The fatal rate is increasing drastically. As I see the injured and the dead on TV, my grief almost choke me to death.

      But, I cannot agree, or say I extremely against the blind panic on my campus. Maybe it’s me who lack sense of safety. But I really don’t think there’s any need for us to stay outdoors at night. We are thousands of miles away from the epicentrum. Were we to be so jerpodized, how about the people in Sichuan province? Aren’t they still holding hope to live? Are they all flee away or kill themselves for relief?

      Once my roomates hear anything about the earthquake, they become alart and attentitive. It seems that they are more excited than me on this event. They are giving comments as well as some imaginary guess to those news both showing on TV or heared from an unknown resource. Ridiculous! They watch TV not to get the right information but to seek for sadness and to frighten themselves out of this building.

      I feel fine if they inssist on sleeping on the square or somewhere else. Otherwise, I have to bear their nonesense gossip and fike before I fall asleep.

      Earthquake broke out today in Wenchuan, Sichuan province. It is said that the situation is quite critical now there.

      I was having my nap when the quake happened in Xi’an. The beds were shaking violently, so that it woke me up. I hadn’t realized it was earthquake before minutes. Soon after I pulled myself up, I heared the noises below the balcony. It was the students and teachers pushing out from buildings.

     Fortunately, no one was hurt in the shivering. To me, it is xtrimely exciting to have such a big event. Hah~ I have long being bored almost to death. This is quite a change in my current life. It may sounds a little wired to say I feel happy about this disarster. But, it’s true. I really felt it and even now I am enjoying it.

     The epicentrum is in Sichuan and locates very close to Chengdu city. I was  worrying about my family members. But after surfing on the net, no news is telling about any fatal or injury comforted me to some extend. However, I still cannot get in touch with my family because of the disordered network of mobile system.

      Best wishes for them!

      Right after I finished the movie Hard Candy, looooots here to say.

      Jeff (Patric Wilson) the devil, gains the audience’s sympathy, of course, all the way through until he finally talked his evil deeds at the very end before he commits suicide. Actually, I was confused in the middle part as the movie went on,  wondering: is Jeff really a villian; or it might be Heyley (Ellen Page) who is really insane and is imposing torture? Even at some time, I believed Jeff is innocent. And had hoped the neighbor who comes to visit will discover the conspiracy and call the police to release Jeff. (Of course, now I have a full view of the two main actors, and changed my standing.)

      Lots and lots to comment on this movie. No wander it gains fame. But there are two haunting questions on my mind right now:

      Why does Jeff become so nervous everytime when Janelle is mentioned? Is he really in love with that woman and would like to sacrafice life for her in the end?

      Why is Heyley intentionally dressed in red in the end, walking in the bushes? Does that have any symbolic connection with the Little Red Hat, to further indicate her heroic and brave characteristic?

      Anyway, Hard Candy is no doubt a clever and exciting thriller, which developes with mainly two actors, apart from the neighbor (Sandra Oh). It leaves me a lot to be think about. The feeling is a little bit too complicated to sort out. But it’s really new hit in thrill movies. The heroin in the Hard Candy is inconventionally scary and remorseless. The actress not only stricks me but also leaves me drained and exhausted…

      Legendary martial arts stars Jackie Chan and Jet Li come together onscreen.

      Director Rob Minkoff’s time-traveling takes on the Monkey King fable and finds an American teen transported back to ancient China.  After wandering into a pawn shop the adventurer discovers the king’s fighting stick.

      Once there, the adventurous teen joins an army of fierce warriors who have sworn to free their imprisoned king at all cost. In addition, Li assumes the role of a silent monk, and Chan appears in the role of kung fu master Lu Yan. Famed action choreographerYuan Woo Ping preside over the fight sequences. 

      Actually, these two martial arts masters have never faced each other before, which in theory is the primary allure of “The Forbidden Kingdom.”

      Nothing about The Forbidden Kingdom comes close to leaving the sort of indelible cultural mark those previous films did, but it’s indeed an entertaining deversion anyway.

      Taking excercises these days, I am more or less released from the nightmare devils, but lack attemptation to study. For instance, I idled all evening yesterdayl, leaving bunches of work undone. I was extremely dismayed for my current state of mind. I don’t know why can’t I concertrate.

      This afternoon, we has a Japanese course. The teacher offered me a copy of JHRB test paper, cause’ I registered in that test two months ago. However, during the two months, I did nothing for preparation. My teacher told me the test is a little bit hard. Only at that time had I realized I only had 40 days to do revision. What an IDLER!

      Right now, I searched on the net about the JHRB test. Most of the information I got is saying the test is difficult while it is not widely recognized by the society. Instead, some other kind of Japanese test like J. TEST is quite hot recently.

      Thus, I am hesitating  now. Even what to give up this test. My excuse sounds rediculous: as an English major student, that certificate is not required at all, and I haven’t heard any seniors in my school ever got it. Actually, I know very well all this is only because of my cowardness…

      I’m now totally exhausted, tired to death and senseless. After a entire sleepless night, I even don’t have strength to sit on my own backbone.

      From the day before yesterday on, I haven’t had any sufficient sleep till now. In nights, I would be bothered all the time for bloody nightmares full of shriek, killing and devils. The most crucial point is that I would be conscious enough to know I was dreaming then. And would struggle to escape the mare, which however seemed so powerless that I could hardly project any sound or movement, or even be capable of opening my ironly shutted eyes. It would take me several repetitive pressing on to get myself under control.

       It seems as if I was under a spell and was controlled by some wired  devil who was dragging me into the world of mare continually. Sometimes, my breath was too weak. I could feel that. I tossed my head to wake myself up. It didn’t work. I could feel my body, my legs and arms lying numbly there like remains. However hard I tried to push them, there’s still no reaction.

      I pushed through. For fear that I would soon be dragged back again, I sat up. Even I kept talking to myself, its effect disappeared not before long. Again I was reimmersed in the conspiration of the mare devils.

      This even happened when I was just have a nap at noon. I can’t bear it any more. For two days, hardly had I had a rest. It was even more tiring to have a sleep. Last night, I dared not to sleep at all. But sleep itself seemed had escaped me. It was not until around 5 a.m that I dropped off a little while before another mare prison break.

      If this is a punishment or a disease, I think it’s much too cruel, because I will go mad as this situation goes on~!!!

      For no reason did I choose this title. Today’s rainy. The sandstorm came just so suddenly early this morning. It woke me up by shouting wildly between the blocks. Dashed out of bed, I got all the clothes back into the dorm. Though none of them is mine, I just like the feeling of being a hero.

      Back into my solitude, together with my roomates I slept until it was 10 a.m. Recently, I feel dizzy and a little bit hypodynamic. (Hue~ sorry for the big word. ) But it seems all the pages are full of my laziness, coziness or depression. Sometimes I’m just living in my fatasy, bringing myself lots and lots of ups and downs in mood.

      I don’t know whether it is a common fault among girls or something. I’m just fed up with this kind of emotional disorder.

      In a rainy day like this, I am lost in missing you and the grief that you may never know my gloom about you. Sorry for my mawkish thinking of you.