Fanning out we across the praire
Trodding for a tree
Unknown is the story
To say down the way
These fragments of sentences came to me. Zuo Niao Shou San, to stampede leaving like birds and animals, I blurted out the phrase again. To me, it’s quite a hard-hitting parody of the forthcoming. But you can’t laugh over it. Room 505-4, we’ve gotta leave.
To review 2018, I put it in monthly chronicles. Everything’s so clearly retained.
Jan. Still in intership, under the impression of raining and snowing of the winter.
Feb. Winter vacation and another ruined spring festival, as and in the aftermath of 2017. Pretty tense atmosphere at home.
March. Last half a month of intership. Muddled through it. Audibook listening cleared. Impressed by Asimov and HP narrated by Steven Fry. Tuned in to tons of Stitcher Radio. And punched the walls a lot as if doing boxing while walking up and down the corridor covered partly in snow.
April. Torment of the worst knee pain from lack of workout, hampered by weather. Straight sleepless nights. Crazy thoughts hovering in the head. Mom’s solace. Important read of Arthur Schopenhauer. Exercise of harmonica, inspired by the song A Letter to the 15-year-old Me. Felt softened by and Grateful for it.
May. Rided out the crisis. Enrolled with a fitness gym. Had been to Wenzhou. First flight. Warmly entertained by Xiaohong. Things seem to look up. Invited talk with my mentor. We talked about philosophy.
June. Back in school. Forced upon a translation, starting nearly two months of torment. Someone made us know a lower bottom line. Fought with the roommate down with chickenpox for half a month. Definitely a fight abreast.
July. Shitty legacy of June, finally got done well into this month. Almost crashed into an express pedcab. Motorcycle skid. Scrape on the lower left leg and left arm. Let forth groans as made by pigs dragged to a slaugherhouse when doc applied medicine.
August. Read some. The autobiography of Bear Grylls. The sense of Style. Psychological flow, to name a few. Down with an inflammtory tonsil again. Intravenous drip. Important read of Existential psychological Therapy.
September. Thesis. Deadine. “Void of any arrangements, all at whims of their mouths” is the complaint. Observation: some retiring got more easygoing. I chalked it up to outside pressure to be more socialized. Interesting find. Got a new roommate, who has a brisk manner. Easygoing, straight man majoring in Computer Science. The guy treated us a great dinner in the evening. I ate so much that I had to squat on the curb for quite a while. Recommended Existential psychological Therapy to my roommate. We discussed a lot in this aspect. Actually we discussed a lot all the way down this year. We both underwent pretty twists and turns.
Oct. Shanghai. Brickmover. Had been there 7 or 8 times. CV submissions. Phone calls that awaked me from fast sleep. Anxiety-ridden. Africa.
Nov. Shanghai. 5 interviews within 2 days. Covered three districts of shanghai within one day for interviews. Everything’s in a rush. Had to use a USB cord to replace my waist belt forgotten in Nanjing. Got a new one after holding the suit pants for about a mile. Almost all responded positively, including NetEase, the postition of which however appealled little. Soloman’s response. On crossroads. It’s not what you want matters; it’s what you can do and what you hate matter. Thoughts on life. Outlook on life. Got an excellence prize from Foreign Literature and Art.
Dec. Put-off dealines, yet sure to be met finally. Enterogastritis because of a pack of spicy strip. Recovered well as of morning of 12.7. Unsure of what’s in store. Serious thinking and descision-making expected./// Near 8 hours talk in total with a friend and classmate with whom I’ve been acquatainced about 14 years. Latest developments of many other schoolmates’ life stories. ///Party with friends in university, but death smells. Fuck.