Prayer

Have been apart from this blog for a few days. Perhaps not in the best form to write because of lots of things to handle at the moment. Yet it looks everything is under control, except my physical condition. All I hope is to get well as much as possible before I go back. I need to pray...

A lesson

Sometimes you will find yourself awkwardly stuck in a situation where you can hardly justify yourself, even though you think you can be well justified. Looks I tasted what university politics was like through today's experience. Although I felt wrongly treated, I had to admit that a little more carefulness would have saved me from the embarrassment I experienced regarding our newsletter I was working on.

Basically, what happened was: There will be an academic conference to be held in town this weekend, and some of CommDev faculty and students will give their presentations. After reviewing my draft, I was told by my director to add all those CommDev faculty to present papers at the conference by checking its website. I swear I did so, quite a few times last night, yet its schedule then was still a very brief one, without the info I needed. However, it turned out they finally updated the schedule today, and I didn't make a last-minute check before sending out the newsletter, which resulted in that one faculty member sent a note to my director saying that his or her name was missing in the faculty presenter list, which is, in his words, a sensitive issue as people do read our newsletters.

I felt bad about all this. I should have been a bit more careful or should have found another way to make sure all the info needed had been acquired.

However, what I care more about is that I was mistakenly taken as not paying attention to what has been told by superiors. It is not the way I'm doing things, yet it turned out that I had bad luck this time. : (

Yet no worries. I will get over it. Next time, it won't happen again. No big deal. : )

Long hair

My personal hairdresser here in this town (so called imperial barber or Yu Yong Li Fa Shi in Chinese), who is also one of my best friends here, went to UK for an academic strip, and he won't get back until Nov. 20, the day when I fly back home. That means I wil have to keep my hair and let it grow so wildly that I probably will become unrecognizable at the airport. How terrible, yet please be prepared. : )

Good-night song

Now bed time, finally. Yet I just wanna send out this song for you. : )

Pimples break out

A few minor pimples began to break out on my face, after a long time of non-zit status which was thought as a best indicator of how I have been enjoying a life of good food, enough sleep and deliberately less burden of study since the surgery. Does that mean my recovery has been doing quite well that I have almost resumed my normal physical form? : )

Free flying feeling

I stepped out of the house to take a fresh breath. It was a windy and partly cloudy Sunday afternoon, with occasional sunshine that made one feel not so chilly. I looked up in the sky, suddenly saw a hawk soaring high up there. With its wings stretched wide, the hawk seemed to be sliding all the way across the blue-and-white sky, so gracefully and beautifully. I was amazed at the scene. Human will never taste how it feels when flying like a bird. Tools like airplanes and sliding parachute may be able to play a substitute role, yet that unbound feeling of flying freedom never belongs to human.

Time shortage?

Feeling that a day passes so quickly and time is not enough, with so many things to deal with. It's not that I'm feeling bad for being unable to handle those things; it's just that feeling of shortage of time to get things done well burns me. Well, I admit I exaggerated a bit. Doesn't burn me. Just makes me feel a bit anxious, though I know things will eventually turn out to be fine. ~~