Extra, a Korean major of Beijing Foreign Studies University, is starting off to DPRK next week for further study. I was narrowly informed of this a little bit earthshattering news the last day he spent in China. As his friend I have extended my undisguised congratulations and best wishes. But when I subconsciously retrospcted my friendship with this friend who was to fly away, I surprisingly found there were only once that we had met, despite the fact that we had been long living in a same city. But the precious friendship was miraculously established and preserved for so many years.

Distance matters nothing actually. Bon voyage, Extra.

I was always in gloomy mood when thinking of so many friends scattered in so many different cities in China, even abroad. Many are destined never to meet again. Does it amount to much? Friend is not a material matter actually. The recent days remind me of so many friends that have been out of my life's stage for so long. Some are beyond my recollection, some are within, but I do cherish them equally, which may make no change of their own life.

Friendship only exists when you are aware of it. I'd like to lock them in my chest of memory, and review them time and time again.

 

P.S. Happy birthday to Ms. Toni in CUHK on March 27th. Someone said I should do it.

Why should I insanely close my previous blog and substitute it with a completely empty one? Trully, I've been more often than not thinking of practising a thorough overhauling with my life, but I'm never given adequate conviction of its reasonablity. The world will little note, nor long remember what a individual has thought of, as well as the psychological persecution he is desperately suffering, but it does matter a lot to himself. I've always been notified of the seemingly true proverb that adversity can help to forge man's fortitude, nevertheless, it can destroy him on a samely considerable scale.

If I have to be faced up with a period of chaos in my life, which I barely expect to endure, I will immediately choose to erase it from my memory. A single delightful matter doesn't necessarily contribute to a correspondingly delightful life, but an awful memory, however tiny it is, can have a catastrophic impact.

I won't appreciate an illusionlike new start if I'm kindly granted, but I do need one. So I have done what an insane person could do, and have said what an insane person could say.

 

Raying