now, i  come back home, be away from kitchen, away from small room.

        just have a big big lovely rest to rewards myself totally.......

one year from home- -one year separating from my family ....

one year living by myself -- one year learning to cook, to arrage time to do homework and housework properly,

now, i ask myself whether i changed? most of my friends said no, i'm still a little little girl : brave but shy at sometime, loving to smile and also cry.......  sensitive......

 

during this year, so many things happened, just like series of  short plays,

during this year,  i met so many people, some become good friends, some are just passersby,though i try to remain more. but they all imprint in my mind, as they constituted the my memory of the most fresh time in Australia.

 

ME:

not gaining any weight......... i tried............... although admired by others, but i feel ashame.

 

more pox on my face......... my granny asked my seriously: have u just  had chicken post?....

                             .... but most of the people just said: oh, yeah, u are growing up...

                             ....how kind u all are...............

 

incredibly big appetite: it is really hard to control the exact amount of rice for one person per

meal,  with the belief that it is better to be full than to be hungry even a little, i always cook more. in order to avoid wasting, my stomach become bigger and bigger.....

 

more cherish what i already possess, learn to wait what i ought i have, learn to forget what is not belong to me.

 

 

i dicover more shortcomings of myself............ but also some virtues, hehe........

 

DAYS

the happiest days:  the day  i have harbor cruise..

                                the day before the 2rd term started: having chafing dish with Fang, rita, at home~~~~~~~~~~~~ i felt my stomach would burst!!!!!

                                the gradutation day

the saddiest days:  the day i failed in my first prac test of chem.... forgetting to darw a table to record the process of the experiment... how silly i am........

                           the day i was told my chance to entering the medicine course of syd uni is 0......... i will never forget this number........ george had once said: the most five important number in the world is 0, 1, e , π, i ...... now i suffer fromt the strong power of 0..which mean: IMPORSSIBLE!!

 

the most comfortable days: 

                                     at second term, every fridays..... went to coels with Weddy shopping from 5 to 8, how crazy we r..... then we have a walk on a road with hardly no people. this is a road covered by beautiful leaves, a road with warm lights on both sides.... then we chatted in my small room till late night, till i feel worried that wendy would went back home by her own........ i always felt we are sooooooooo crazy, hehe.......

                                       at the first vacation, i  designed and cooked for a long time during the day, learned swimming at night, chatting with a person at late night........yeah, how to describe. emmmmmmmmmmm, just COZY.!!!

 

the most exiting days:    i had anatomy lessons: dissection of lungs, heart, kidney, and a rat..

                                  with my gooooooooooood partner Winnie, we unvailed the delicate 

                                  parts that we had not expected....... we got more confidence.......

 

the most touching day: the day i have biology excursion, my ankle was hurt again.....                                  it began to rain with thundering, we were trapped in the rainforests.

                                dear Andres, who is stout, carried me through the forest for a long

                                distance, then Herman, then Fang, and a stuff from the park carried me

                                in turn....... finally we walked out the forests.......THANK U ALL!!

                                the day i went to coels alone, and bought many food for the next week

                                i put them in the old trolly, but it was still hard to control the direstion.

                                then it was trapped by something and can not move ...an young man

                                 appeared with his pregnant wife. he helped me pushed the trolly all the

                                the way home..........

works: accessments, assignments, tutorials, poster, practial reports, presentations, i love

          them alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll........................

most of my friends have already completed their first year in uni, but i'm still not in uni.....

   but one year foundation do give me more than i expected.......i tried, i gained some, i lost some, but i should not regret.....