The Land of Conjurors

I have read "Sure Thing" written by David Ives and then watched two clips of this play on Youtube. For me, it is such a cool play, and I love it very much. Moreover this play reminds me of a series of "Before," a film which two would-be lovers but seemingly never-ending chat from the beginning to the end. To make a comparison of both plays might be possible I suppose. In a series of "Before," Jesse and Celine are like two lovers who coincidentally met together on train and chat with each other cheerfully, and then they promise to meet again ten years later within a day. In sum, this series of film basically dates from the time when lovers met and then encounter with different kinds of scenery, people and events one by one. They keep moving their steps as chatting with each other. There will be their different perspectives from both as well as harmony with each other; they even have spark while interacting with each other. Nevertheless, the time in this s

I am left behind. Things could have swerved to the unexpected ways. I should be whinging back and forth, and I know I can never change the truth it lies. It seems that I have no one to rely on, truly. And you could cunningly ignore me in such an invisible way. Something behind that I have ever tasted waits for me to tear apart my heart. I know I shall meet my fate, no sooner will I fade away. As you might call me anywhere and be with you anytime, you still work on your very job for sure. What about me? Like the one to be taunted and be made fun of for the uncertain aim of research subject. Chill out, you may say. This is not the end of the world. But how could I be mute with whom you prepare for acceptance of some new guests. Maybe that's the way I hate what relationship is built, and you may treat me like the one who was discarded for a long time while expecting someone rescues me in a day light. No, you could never be that one in the future. I believe that there is no turning bac

It's so hard to find a certain category of research for me. Some youngsters in their colleges seem to go well. Is it the problem that I have no true interest? I doubt it. Or I may have little patience compared with them. Oh god I wish I could have some certainty of knowing what my real research inclination is. To have this research inclination will help your studies go more steady by a sort of momentum in continuous progress. Once you have found it, it is not a long way or waste to become a wanderlust in roaming around. Or, maybe I just get stuck, in a stagnant pool. I can barely slide my whole body in this pool, a trap in the water with no other way to turn to, waiting to be drawn in this stagnant pool.

Tomorrow will be the first formal mealtime in Tasty. But, I actually a bit panic for sitting there and talk nothing special. Besides, there is a stranger invited coming over to have the lunch with us. It is quite peculiar that my adviser would invite him as a special guest, well, for me, especially. But I don't know why, I just feel nervous, anxious and panic all day long. Maybe I should think about the bright side and stop immersing myself in negation of feeling sluggish and distraught for myself. And maybe, to be comic at times during the meal, like typical English men mostly. I may mock at myself and feel comfortable with that. Yes, why not give it a try? Every time I meet my adviser, I would pretend to be quite easy and calm; still, the fear inside me pounds every time like one holding a hammer and then chopping my chest with my inmost part. I walk in the fringe of its blunt blade and sweat heavily, perilously in which I stand, while I remain composed through opening my mouth,