englishtongue
I am not Bridget Jones. I write not because of bordom but of the sheer sensation of self-awarness. However, like her, I do have
Horrible! It is absolutely incorrigible of me for not writing a word for so many days. My hands are already getting rusty as I am typing, not to mention my mind. I can’t think. A whole day, no, almost a whole week was wasted, and I am not doing anything. In the midst of pacing up for Friday’s moving out, I just realized that I am once again drifting both physically and mentally away from my previous stance.
No doubt, I belong to the race adrift without knowing where I am headed for. In the five years of my precious rosy youth in the land of cowboys, I have drifted from one place to another and shared rooms with countless roomies, Caucasians, Koreans, Japanese, and Chinese. Not only their nationalities are enough to form a small United Nations, they are also among Christians, Taoists, Buddhists, and atheists. Luckily, none of them are the relatives of Mr. Scrooge, and while the advantage of it is that I had a really good time with each of them, my brain still hasn’t picked up the skill of calculating every penny of my daily expenditure.
From the apartment on campus to the one off campus, then to the outskirt of
To the peak of the wave, I cannot say. After all, everything has just started, a new apartment, a new job, and a new expectation to my relationship. Things are leading me to a new leaf of my life. I am no longer the poor international student who had to walk home from campus in the heat of
Well, come on. Don’t be a whistling
Anyway, I am not alone in the drifting generation. Many are probably doing the same thing as I do. No more meandering. Don’t worry about tomorrow for tomorrow has its own things to worry about. Suffice for today is its own trouble. Good night!
