The Land of Conjurors

Today I had a terrible treatment from one of my teachers. Her class could be more meaningful if she had treated her students well. But today, as usual, the day for students to make their presentations turns to Mike. I think he did a not bad job for his presentation even though it was not the academic style. But it seemed that the teacher didn't please at all for she considered that the notion and viewpoints were too shallow to be demonstrated. She should tell us what to do rather than show her depreciation right on the ppt. And the point was that, she didn't even make it clear for how to make ppt of our own and exemplify the model for us. We are just senior, what does she want us to please her depends on how she clarifies and demonstrates the ppt making for us. In general, the ppt made in academic style must be annoying and complicated at first for seniors. Nevertheless, her patience, concern and encouragement are extremely in the shortage of learning. In addition, there were s

These days something irritated me since my headphone got stuck. Maybe it was nothing for other people, but I was pretty anxious and angry about its failed function. The reason was that the sound of my headphone could be listened very clearly; however, the voices from the people were barely heard. This odd phenomenon began the day before yesterday and I could hardly deal with it 'cause it occurred so immediate that I was too late to react. But, no matter what, it was a tough time for me to endure the problem of my headphone. If you were a music maniac, you might feel what I truly felt! Due to my enthusiasm for music, especially British rock 'n' roll, I live for music with all my heart. So if there were no voices from those bands, only melody presented might make me feel a bit lonely though those bands have a great talent in composing such tremendous and unusual melody. Well, perhaps I just need somebody to talk to me at night, privately 'cause for me, no musica, no vid

I'm pretty glad I've made the decision of my own. Because I have been always recognized as the Hamlet who seems to live in this modern time, I usually become very indecisive and melancholy. Oh, god, yeah, it is me, truly me, believe it or not. Besides, it occurs to me to think about a character in The Merchant of Venice , written by Shakespeare. That guy is Antonio. This week teacher asked us why Antonio still lends a great deal of money to Bassanio. My interpretation for this question might focus on the psychological aspect of Antonio. The story is set for them as a pair of good friend. However, Antonio is born to be melancholy for no reasons, but he sometimes is looking forward to seeing Bassanio come over. Seen in this light, I wonder Antonio has a great passion on getting together with Bassanio since Antonio feel a great comfort and relief from Bassanio through talking with and getting together with him. The moment they spend seems to give Antonio an inexplicable feeling

Today I'm not going to take the pills 'cause I'm too tired to have it. And you know, the consequence... might do me no good as sleeping at night. But anyway, David's course always surprises me since his thinking and perspective are so unusual than any other persons! He just showed us the movie today and through watching that movie, it seemed that I could feel his way of observing and interpreting for his viewpoints that he was eager to expressing. It also made David so different from other teachers and people. But why, it seemed I understood solely what the notion he tried to imply. Why couldn't others feel the same as I do? This kind of intensity from David and the meaning of this movie conclude the importance of individual existence against the absolute code in this institutional society. "To see others don't." Yeah, this word is what I exactly want to illustrate. So many times I try, and so much failure I suffer from. Perhaps it's not the failu

She patted me on my shoulder, Asking if I was alone I straightened up my trouser, Replying, "oh, I, um, ready, to go..." Then she said, "yeah, come on, It's time you went home." My mind were just in a whirl, For I must have lost in words And she kept asking me with a smile, "Where do you live? I can take you home." "Where? my home?" I pondered It seemed to me it was long time ago, And something was off top of my head, "What does home look like? I don't think I have one But there's one thing I know That's You and I For now, here, this moment, To where I belong."

Most of the time I'm kind of hard to define what I am truly holding on. A new semester has begun. It's time to do things regularly and to plan the future seriously. But why do I have this isolated feeling and try to escape from the reality? It's quite weird. Well, I am a Senior now, the elderest in the university. I've noticed that I get no attention at all while walking on campus. I am out of the family, apparently, the family of OUR school. This era is not my time, my days, and my lives. I am like an old earthworm, creeping along from the highest to the lowest, from the lightness to the darkness, and from the happiness to the hopelessness. This transformation processes in a silence, moves around without any trace. But somehow I feel peaceful all the time when staying at school. This feeling is more stable and confortable as if I rambled through the river in a boat. It seems I am a monitor, passing by the river, watching the plant flourish on shore without any voice

I saw him in frock coat and stumbling along He seemed to wander through the Wall Street all day long Here my coworker messaged me for waiting a song So I could keep watching him that others did none He glimpsed at me And he was walking toward me Seemed to say something to me Then he started fixing his eyes on me Before brushing past me slowly I became frozen as looking steadily At his unutterable countenance For I had never seen such tired eyes Trying to be such a dauntless guy Someone might call the police He was aware of it but didn't please To be sent to the corner in particular Where was full of terrible junkers But since when my mouth didn't close which I might not notice I...I think I had nothing to say I was just waiting for someone the other day. Picture source

     This year I'd like to thank a gang who makes me strong in mental side. Perhaps they are not so popular that most people have heard of them in Taiwan. However, their music has rooted in my mind and cannot be taken place by any other bands.      Most people regard Bach as a great musician composing such the sublime music, but Keane also unfold another face of composing such the sublime music in this modern time. Keane's songs might be contributed to Tim Rice-Oxley, who is the composer, keyboardist and soul of the band. Keane, as a piano rock band, contain the richness of constraint on the surroundings they've perceived and gone through in their music. The detail of each notes implies and even reveals the emotion and contemplation of me. Besides, it's weird that their songs can hardly please me at once but have to listen again and again as I explore the tune which might be paid less attention to. With Keane's music, it arouses my memory by revisiting