Things happen on me sometimes quite strange. I always have some fortune to escape from the bad luck, but the problem is that it seems as if I'm always getting into some trouble.
Two month ago I went to Manchester airport to pick up my friend there. As he was new to the UK(and me either!!), I decided to accompany him to his university--York. Train went on and on and both of us were tired of the long time journey. By the time we arrived in York, it almost 9 pm. His dormitory was quite far from the city centre, and I had no where to stay but go back to Cardiff. I went to York station to catch the night train. York station was quite empty and silent, I sat by myself feeling freezingly of the cold weather. A drunkard slept under the corridor bridge, loudly singing some songs . I wandered over the platform. It became colder and colder, my jaket was too thin to keep myself warm. Little by little the time past, I was sleepy and exhausted. Finally came the train. It was almost midnight when I finally got on the train. "Tickets, tickets please." The conductor repeated in a languorous voice. I stared blankly at the darkness outside, thought how lonely I was. Even the moon in the dark sky looked so blue.
As there were not the direct train going to Cardiff, I had to change at Leeds station. It's not very far from York to Leeds. I got off the train and looked for the departure information. Unfortunately, it was too late to catch up the latest train. I sighed and wondered where to go. It wasn't high time to hang around at the late night, besides, it was too dangerous. I hurried up to get on a taxi and asked the driver to the nearest hotel. But there were no rooms left. "We are full, I'm afraid." The staff said with a sorry smile. I was so disappoint and sad, feeling no hope--the taxi was gone, and there were hardly any taxies running through the street.(At that time I didn't realize I could ask the hotel staff to call for another one.)
I stood out side the hotel, waiting for a fortune to come. But no taxi appeared at all. "God, please help me, where should I go?" I said to myself. God may really heard what I said, for there was a guard not far away suddenly said to me:"There is a hotel down the street, it just takes you several minutes there." I thanked for his help and eagered to the next hotel. On the way to hotel, a man walking along the opposite street shouted at me:" Asian floozy!" My heart flip-flopped in my chest, afraid that he might do some bad thing to me. I started to run like crazy, with dread and sorrow followed.
I was nearly out of breath when I reached the hotel, luckily there still had some vancancies left. Immediately I fallen to sleep as I had settled down. I had no idea how long I had slept when suddently I was woke by the nosie outside. Someone was knocking on my door. It couldn't be the room service for it was too late. So who should be? Who is him? Why he koncks on my door? I repeated over and over in my head and couldn't sleep any more. I got up and went to see who it was. Through the hole in the door, I saw a white man hanging out side. "Who is it??" I shouted in a scared voice. "It's Tom." It sounded like he was drunk. "Wrong room!"I replied. But he was still keeping on knocking on the door. I felt my feet cold and couldn't move, overcomed with great fear. Too fear to think, I almost forgot to call for help. He still stood outside, not ready to move. What can I do? I couldn't help thinking he might break into the door. Time went by so slowly, then all of a sudden, I realized I could call for help. My finger were trembling while I was dialing to the receiption. "I need help, someone wants to get into my room!"I cried.
But when the hotel guard came, the drukard just disappeared. After the guard left, I backed to the bed and tried to sleep. Lied on my bed and woke widely in the endless night, I still hadn't overcome from the fear. So much I missed my dear mum and dad! I might a brave girl in most of the time, but tonight I am really feeling helpless and lonely. Stranger like I in this strange country, I feel lonely, so lonely and couldn't stand for it any more. ..
(Editted 25/11/06)

I'm planning to Stonehenge. Stonehenge is one of the world famous places of interest. It as famous as The Great Wall in China. Though I know the showplace now is a money-making-place rather than a miracle, I'm still looking forward to the trip.
Believe it or not, when I was a teenager I imaged myself to stand by the huge stones and watch the sundown times and times again. I really fonded of collecting all kinds of stories of the Stonehenge. Stonehenge, as people said, has standed on the open downland of Salisbury for more than 4,000 years. Some will insist it was built by alien for it is impossible for the ancients to build such complex architecture. However, for me, I do believe human being--those ancients who once lived in the old continent--were clever enough to built these building by their own hand. It is agreed that Stonehenge was been built for some astronomic purpose. Argument is still on and on but it is not my business. As a man in the street, all the thing I'm curious about is if the trip is funny. After all, I am not a scientist.

Gregynog...is somewhere in South Wales. Well before I went there I had no idea about it (and I even didn't kown how to pronounce it) at all. But...
We spent almost half week in Gregynog to think our dissertation. In most cases, we Chinese won't go somewhere far away just to think about the brief of the dissertation. But now I think it's a good idear of doing so. The beautiful landscape, the historic building, melodies from piano...Everthing looks so interesting! People live together, stay together, chat friendly. Yes, cheer up! Everybody is cheering! We had a wonderful time. Lectures, balloon-debate, Halloween party...It's so fresh to me, I mean, I have never been to a Halloween party before!
However, something is on under the surface of happiness. I am not worry about the dissertation. It's quite a nut but still can be solved. I found Chinese nearly sit together all the time, and even myself! Most of time we will stay together and then I heard about the words like these: "Chinese always speak and laugh loudly in their own language, but sadly we can't join in." I feel uncomfortable in both way. On one hand I think we are really too noisy in public, on the other hand I think we--both Chinese and non-Chinese have not communicated enough. It's just like the veil-things happen again. People try hard to know each other but we are on the wrong direction. Communicating , in my view, is not just chating with strangers or joining in the new group to let others know you, but standing in others shoes and caring people with an open heart.
I am sad about ourselves. We are too fear to open our heart. We sometimes think there maybe have some gaps between westerner and easterner. Yes it exists indeed. But the most important thing is: We are not into them and they too. I'd like to make friends with people from other countries, I'd like make friends with Ela, Aletha, Chris, Nic, Mariana...as well as my Chinese friends, can we take off our mask and have a talk sincerly? I wish that day will come.

Rash!!!!!!!!!!
I hate rash, I don't know what am I allergic about. I just hate that. I'm itching I'm itching I'm itching!!! What the hell is going on with my body???

Got insomnia again. How can be like this?It seems like there is a wild horse running over my head.Too many things rush into my brain during my beding time. My study is deeply affected by this. I am being killed by this insonia.Who canhelp me????

That day the weather was not so hot as usual in Wales, and I was on the way to London Heathrow airport by coach. When the coach stopped at Newport bus station, a BBC boy caught my eyes by saying the words "May I sit here?" in a sweet, low voice. For practicing my awful English, I decided to talk with him. He was an outgoing and attentive person with a good-looking face. We spent a happy time together during the trip. When we arrived at the airport, he helped me with the check-in and also the time when I was struggling with the words the stewardess asking me. He helped me to pack up my luggage. He bought me the diet coke for he noticed that I didn't care for sugar. I was so happy with his caring about my tiny little hobby. I was glad that he helped me and cared about me. He has such a sunny smile and I thought he was a good guy.
As we all needed to go through the security inspection, he told me that I needed to throw my fragrance away for there was a bomb not long ago happened at the airpot. It really sounded like a bolt out of the blue. And my tears nearly couldn't be hold. As I was watching him threw my favorite perfume away, suddently I felt very angry about that and I thought he was cheating me, playing on me like a fool. I had trusted him so much, as a stranger!
My wallet dropped off several times during the way to Terminal 3 and he asked me, "Are you OK? Are you nervous?" No I am not nervous. I said to myself. I just feel sorrow and I think you are fooling with me. Left him alone in the airport lounge, I walked around by myself. Chanel, Dior, Givenchy these surrounding at the tax-free airport shops couldn't attract my attention as usual. What happen to me? It's not just a lost-perfume thing. And what the hell am I sad about? Am I sad with ...HIM? Maybe I am disappoint at...HIM.
But at the end when I was on the plane I couldn't help thinking of him. Yes, actually he did nothing wrong. Maybe he is a good guy. Maybe he didn't cheat on me. But all I thinking about now is I miss him so badly. And all the thing left is the song singing by James blunt, You are beautiful, Maybe this romance will last a long time in my memory. Maybe, it's maybe.
James Blunt sang the songs times and times again at this sorrow night, outside the window was the endless darkness. The plane were taking me along to my home now, and I would never see him again. Never in this lifetime.

"you are beautiful/you are beautiful/you are beautiful it's true/I saw your face in a crowded place/and I don't know what to do/cause I'll never be with you/and it's the to face the truth/I will never be with you..."

I haven't been to class on time for 2 weeks!!!! I don't want to be a lazy student!!! Besides, I wish I can do well and stay here 1 year later!! I can't forgive myself any longer!!! I feel guity now!!!
Oh...God I swear I won't be like this next time!!

With a very high expactation I opened this blog to improve my written English, I wish it is a good start. As I've been UK for about 3 months, all I'd like to say is I wish I can stay here longer after the graduation, and find a job here---a journalism job thing. These 3 months I've done a lot of awful thing, such as spending too much money on makeup things and many many many many clothes... God please forgive me!!! I am now learning how to control myself and spend time effectively. I promise I will be a well-educated girl after this year and will much more brilliant!!
Well, I am very serious or solemn this time. Next time I will talk about other funny little things as well!!!