The Land of Conjurors

Plenty of matters devastatingly unsettle me for the trip this time. Others might think they are trivia. The trip, which it should have been made simply by both my classmate and I, however, intervened by others in the middle of planning without any alarm. A friend of my classmates is kindly willing to provide us with a vacant flat. My classmate and I thus will have longer stay in Taichung than the last time as we can incorporate some new places in our itinerary, while the others tend to show their highly acclaimed "photographic skill" as merely taking pretty photos on campus. I just don't understand why those people come with us along the way in such convenience. All we head over Taichung  for the entirely different purposes when it is basically on the same road but not on the same ground. My classmate and I chiefly "go back to" Taichung because we do have precious memories in Providence University (PU). But those people aim to "go to" Taichung as a kin

And we are nothing but the good one. Plain, nothing but pain. No, as if you think of us, think no more. She has made her position quite clear. I should have known that, or I just intended to keep my lips sealed. Funny how it could be, she is a nice person, that's all. And we all are nice people who try to help others as much as we can. She corrects you when you are in the middle of labyrinth and find the entrance to get it in. It is the obligation of basic contact between she and us. Blame the past pace that twitches you intensely. And ask her? Ask no more. We move so far, undergoing a turning point, and we make such a detour on our road as we still can barely cease but be kept pushing forward. Fortunately/Unfortunately we at length return to the place at which we have stood at first. Perhaps the cruelest thing is not derived from the reality or the evil one. At times the cruelest thing are those who attempt to behave nicely, a nice one who shows plain senses on everything. Vertigo