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08 February I dread singing Owing to my experience of the past two days, I dread singing.
Yesterday I finished Rebecca as planned, and went to KTV with some of my mother's colleagues. There I sang only two songs that night, for I had a frog in my throat; there I met a terrible Microphone Master, reminding me of the dreadful whole night spent in KTV with my classmates in Beijing. But this time the Master was a mid-aged woman whose voice was so easily out of tune that 99% of her songs were unbearable. What's worse, she took hold of the microphone all the time and kept the volume the highest, and after coming home I almost lost my ear.
Today I had lunch with some of my mother's colleagues, different from the previous day. After dinner, they invited us to KTV too! And feeling impolite to refuse, we went singing once more. But this time, there was no Master at all. They were all being very decent, and there I had a good time. However totally different from the previous day, they were being too polite, sometimes no one sang. We spent almost half a day there, and, after going home, I felt extremely tired and my throat hurts now.
Anyway I am not a good singer, and I don't feel like singing, either.
I am too tired now, I'm going to bed early tonight. My plan for tomorrow is that I try to finish reading another fiction as fast as I could. I still don't want to start my homework now.
PS: to '张梦依婷' and '天使心'
Many thanks for your leaving notes for me, and I'm glad to have readers like you.
I am not an English. I can read Chinese. 07 February yesterday a blessed snow It was not until yesterday that the first snow of this year had fallen. I was happy of course. There is a clearing in front of our house, where is now covered with white powders. Powders, remind me of one of the extensive English lessons. I couldn't understand what the author's aim, but I do understand that when there is a snow, all of us will be blessed, a blessed snow.
But my car was not happy, because she loathed taking on a snowy coat. So under the order of my father, I declared war on the snow--to clean my car. In the freezing, windy weather, I myself fought beside my car. My weapon were simple, a brush and a piece of cloth, but I really enjoyed myself, for I ought to throw some weight by working outside. After half an hour, my work finished. Except one patch of snow remaining on top of the car where I was unable to reach, the car was extremely clean and polished. Although Dad said I didn't have to make it so clean, I didn't care, because I think the way you enjoy yourself matters most.
Last night we had dinner with the Gengs, and I knew that Mr. Geng and I were graduated from the same primary school.
During the winter holiday, I probably will write my diary every morning, taking down the things happens the day before.
Today my plan is to finished reading the novel Rebecca, which book I have read for monthes and I don't want to add a day any more. 05 February My diary starts! Hello, everyone! I know it's a little too late, but happy new year and happy DOG's year! And this year I have my little space here to share all my happiness and sorrows with you, thanks to Yulia's recommendation, my lovest kitty.
This Spring Festival is special for me, because it's my first time to spend it at home in Baoding. The routine that we go back to Handan every year is not changed, but we came back earlier this year and lukily spent the festival at home.
On Jan. 25, I attended my senior-high's get-together. There I met many of my old friends and had dinner with them. To my greatest surprise, this year more than 40 classmates came, as well as our respectful headteacher, the number greater than last year! So from then on, I begin to believe that there is something like magic hiding behind every classmate. That is whenever they go, whatever they do, happy or sad, at this time of year, all of us will always get together, like a family, and the bond between us grows tighter however fast the time passes.
I met my headteacher again. He has not changed much. He said we were one of the best classes he had ever taught and he missed us every much. For two years, he hasn't changed his phone number in case one of us will send short messages to him. I do send him short messages on every festival day; he never writes back, though(he can read but he can't write). One thing is definitely sure that all of us and out parents see him as the greatest and the most resiponsible teacher ever.
I'm sure, that next year, we will still get together again, talking about things that interest us, taking photos, and sharing our dreams together.
If you ask what I am doing these days, I will say watching and watching and watching. First, I spend many time with my parents watching some relatively old movie, such as Deep Impact, best movie of catastrophe I believe; Deep Blue Sea; Jaws I II III; Shawshank Redemption, great movie and without Dino's recommendation I will never know; Mr.&Mrs. Smith, rubbish I think. Most of the movies I have watched before, but I think good movies worth watching twice, and one will get a different feeling each time he sees it.
In the meantime I finished one Japanese Amination named Noir, a story about assassins with no hero but all heroines, which I think worth watching; besides the music is terribly good.
The first diary is long, but the next ones will not be as long. The first one looks back to many things happened in the past days. I think it's always better to look ahead than look back, or we are like old people. So, from next diary on, I will talk about things happens right now.
PS: Yulia, I love you Baby I have downloaded finally and stored it on the disc. I'm glad you will see it when school begins. |
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