The First Day Of School

It was the first day of school
I took a while to find my room
I didn't know what should I do
So I sat beside a girl in a seat I chose
Listened to the words the teacher said until noon

My mother had told me about school
She said I'd know people which I don't know who
I'm not allowed to go home even after 2
As I saw the naive girls and dirty naughty boys talking about summer pools
I thought omg this is gonna be cool

The teacher was a young lady who talked like goose
I heard later that she was new to the school
She's an impatient and annoying teacher noob
The teacher made me sick at once and I thought hey she's a teaching tool

She said so many strict and dump school rules
Do not talk freely during class and no visits to the roof
No eating no drinking in class and never forget to bring our books
Ooh geez come on we are not the animals in the zoo!

The first day of school
I made two friends and they said their parents didn't know how to cook
I found it pretty fake and can't believe that it's true
Whatever school didn't seem too bad and I feel quite loose

So that was my first day of school
An innocent and childish memory that I might forget but never forget to remind myself that I used to be a fool

"The die is cast"

"The die is cast"
Six sides, six numbers
Six possibilities
Only there's one throw you can do
As the die dropped on the ground and stop turning around
What number is it it's what you get
It can't be changed
The die is cast

One chance, one result
Countless possibilities
You walked a wrong direction and you might never get it right
The ending of your story would be certain since you made the false choice
You can't return and try again
The die is cast and there's nothing you can do for that

The Oldest Person I Knew

The original title was supposed to be THE OLDEST PERSON I KNOW, but as my grandpa passed away two months ago, I changed it into the present title. For the two months since the last day of his life, I’ve been missing him a lot. And this topic actually makes me recollect those memories with him. Like a set of messy puzzle pieces starting to make up an image again.

My grandpa was a serious man. He used to be a soldier when he was young, and he joined several wars which are marked as important events in Chinese modern history. He did everything in great organized order and sometimes we thought that he was a little over stubborn. He got up exactly at 5 o’clock at dawn to water his flowers and plants in the garden. Even if it’s raining or snowing, he would still go and do the same thing that he had been doing for several decades.  He remained his strict personality that came with him from the army and no one could easily change his decisions or minds. When he was in hospital, his stubbornness was shown completely. As his situation getting worse, the family and doctor reach a consensus to transfer him to the ICU. However, surprisingly, my grandpa didn’t agree to move even if his life was related closely to this decision. This deadlock remained for several days and after a night that he was in serious danger, he finally compromise, unhappily.

I’m feeling so warm when I remember the special smell that my grandpa used to have. If someone asks what are important to my grandpa except for plants, I would say tea. To be more accurate, my grandpa can live without having meals, talking to people but he would not leave tea. As he drank so much tea, his smell was like the green tea which was fresh and pure. Later when he became sick and weak, we got him many traditional medicine to make him feel better, so the bitter scent of medicine casually went with him, mixed with the slight tea smell, and my grandpa was like an old man living in the deep forest and as natural as a man could be.

My grandpa was soon driven into endless coma after I went back to China in summer. Then all about him was relatives’ helpless cry and broken-hearted tears. Anything about his seriousness and smell was gone with the wind.

So that was the oldest person I knew and would never forget.

Im More Like A Physical Person

"Are you a physical or sedentary person?"

Umm its actually pretty hard to say.

I think my state is usually nicely connecting to my mood. When im happy or hyper, i would definitely be like physical. I talk so much that i sometimes feel that i must be annoying.

And if im under the weather and feeling really bad(which occurs very rarely), i would hardly talk. Im always trying hard to not getting involved in others' conversation cuz at that time i could easily get mad at anyone even if he/she didnt do anything that interferes me and cause bad results.

However, according to my normal personality, which is active and hyper, im probably more like a physical person. I like doing exaggerate gestures when i talk and i have exaggerate laughter(come on man who cares about the way u laugh~) And even though im not so so so sporty, i still love sports. Im a crazy tennis fan (omg) and i really enjoys watching various sports matches.

On the other hand, when i do music im incredibly sedentary. I play the piano and the bass and by the second i touch them, im like suddenly turning into a different person, which is weird but i like it.

So as the analysis above, i would say im more like a physical person.

omg my first blog just sucks~

Whatever~