我知道 饮食紊乱的后果 和 甜食对身体的伤害

 

但还是每天回到家 吃CHOCOLATE MUFFINS

把滚烫的粘糊糊的巧克力连着蛋糕一起狼吞虎咽地塞进去 狠狠地 塞进去

仿佛这样就可以 不孤独

 

MUFFIN / DOUGHNUT / CHEESE CAKE / CRUMPLE / YOGURT / CEREAL BAR / TIRAMISU...

 

一个人的感觉 从来没有 消失过

An excerption from an SAT reading text.

Thomas Wolfe said that going home again is like stepping into a river. You cannot step into the same river twice; You cannot go home again. After a very long time away, you will not find the same home you left behind. It will be different, and so will you. It is quite possible that home will not be home at all, meaningless except for its sentimental place in your heart. At best it will point the long way back to where you started, its value lying in how it helped to shape you and in the part of home you have carried away.

 

 

I'm back to school, after an exhausting long haul flight.

Now for UK universities, only University of Edinburgh is yet to response. I'm actually glad that Cambridge has offered the place for me. And I, time to time, actually drown in the imagination of studying in the factory-like Churchill College, wandering in the most academic part in the UK for another three or four years. But the possibility is zero, unavoidably. I've got another three months to wait, wait for something that sounds a lot inferior to the word "Cambridg".

This Christmas holiday was the most boring one I've ever had. But I know it's my fault. I shouldn't have left loose from the begining, now half of my future is ruined and hard to pick up again.

Well, school school school. I'll try to survive the IB. Interview season begins, again, sigh...

Hang on, be perfect.