Raindrops keep Fallin' on My Head

By Burt Bacharach

 

 

 

 

when this certain song comes, u will fall in love with it just like a exhausted sailor fascinated with a mermaid singing on the reef.

 

The feelings about this amazing song got stronger after i read the lyric.

it writes about someone who are caught in a heavy rain complained for the bad luck at the beginning,

but after realizing that couldn't change anything, he decided not to yield to the blues but start to be optimistic and enjoy the rain.

 

 

 

I'm feeling a little dizzy now,when typing words into this page.

Beer is not a good thing, but sometimes it helps.

There is chinese saying goes as 'one confess when drunk.'

I don't know whether it is a correct translation,

i don't care.

 

The point is after u drinked u can no longer hiding your true feelings from yourself but take it out like a volcano explosion.

It is considered to be absurd when people drunk, but for some, it's never a matter of how others might think but a abreaction of suppressed feelings.

 

I aim't drunk, and i'm pretty clear-headed now.

Several cups of beer did help.

At least i could continue my blog after a moon of blank,

which is nonsense in my opinion though.

 

And it made me think.

Looking back to the two moon past, i came to a scared  realization that i have accomplished nothing, neither in my study nor in my determination of working hard.

it is embarrassed to admit but it's all true.

for too long i had been putting myself into a depressed circumstances.

After moving out of the dormitory, getting campus card canceled, i suddently realized that i was in the middle of nowhere,

there was only one feeling in my heart, abandoned.

This kind of emotion was killing me,u know,

it's like a wounded wolf being excluded by the group, having no one to turn to, walking alone in the forest and struggling to fight against the wounded body and heart.

 

But wolf is wolf.

It managers to keep moving under any circumstance, even when wounded or when help is nowhere to find.

That's one of the resons i love wolves so much.

I will get used to the situation and  gather my energy back for the pursuit of my own dream.

 

I am  Lucky enough to have friends who are supportive and would get my feet back on the ground any time i was down.

They did and i know they will always do,

no matter close to me or thousands of miles away from me.

 

I appreciated that and it's always good to have friends.

I can hardly remember when i begin to smoke.

At this very moment, 5:42am, i begin to knock words into this page.

My own blog.

Some may think it a little awkward to put it in English. Yes, it is, and more than that.

For me, this blog-in-english thing means not only a risk that some mistakes would be laughted at, which might likely happen, but also a great challenge for me to drop down things exactly the way i want it to be, in English, especially when i doubt whether i can do a better job in my native language.

But i decide to insist on it anyway, as i'm always saying, to try is to risk failure.

Blog should be the place of doing whatever you want, and i prefer to make it more pratical, as a preparation for the coming exam.

 

I lighted a cigarette, trying to get rid of the drowsiness after a long sleepless night.

The air outside the veranda is clean and bleak. The sun is about to come out, making it brighter than before. Inhaling several mouths of flesh air, i soberd up a little bit.

Take a bath, have a breakfast, and then go to the library. A wonderful start of a day.

Work or die, i said to myself.