I am quite frustrated about somebody's attitude about cooperating. I am a little bit control freaks. I would like to win a war (work study life are tough as a war!) with full support of my colleagues (partner) when even doing the most subtle things. I hate to hear whatsoever impossibility when I am assigning the job task to anybody else. And for better communication disobedience is barely tolerable. The situation U turns when I am subordinate in that I am definitely aware that without a clear leadership, chaos in team will emerge. I sure that I have the sense of being leader (like some instinct dealing with contingents).But sometimes my manner render me into being away from that. I will try to

Night again, nights are somewhat thrilling to me. Thanks to the European Cup of Football, it was the desire of watching the match of some net supervisors that let me have the chance to complaint in my Blog at such a late time.

 

The night is clam, last minutes I was busy about the so-call

Several days of cooling in mind, maybe it’s hard for me to continue the last episode. And I think it is quite ease for me to talk about my BEC test. After all it had passed. The feeling of having such a test is quite challenging, it resembles the final stage of a time-consuming tasks. It determined whether the goal you originally set for yourself can be accomplished or not, otherwise you are delayed. It means moratorium of the current schedule and deferment of implementing the next. That’s what’s definitely dreadful for either a individual and or an organisation. I have several times of such failure experience: for instance, this term I have to pick-up the WTO course again for I was unable to pass it in the last semester.  I do hope I can pass it, life is sometimes very short and it can’t endure as many moratori

I was suddenly thinking about what I have learnt in the past two years of my college.
I gradually persumed that never a subject has been infiltrated by me systematically enough. Maybe two years later, I will be on the job market pursuing a suitable occupation. Those subjects studied in colleges would not assist me sufficiently.

So The college seems to be the reservoir for reducing the unemployment rate. I do believe so in my early years, especially when I was enrolled by the university.  I was accepted by the one of the  most vague majors. Nevertheless there was no option except the higher education in the times of the secondary school. Sometimes I do feel I was fooled by such misperception.

 

Being fed up with school and in the hope of obtianing a better job, I was heading to the gate of the University. After all, it turned to be that college is not a place for any pre-employment educati

Niche in the Library

 

Not long ago, I found niche in the library for study. Library is a place which is crowed with students(also lovers). And the air is considered to be under the standard for human breathing(lack of oxygen). Though it is, many people dicide to go there by its very nature of silence. But I do doubt whether silence can make me tolerate the others disvantages of it.

One day while I am wandering off inside the Library, Suddenly it caght my sight that the tables on the 4th floor which are orientated for the readers of the unloanable books. There are empty and surrounded by tons of books. Let alone comparing the ventilation and atmosphere, it is completely as silence as seats in the others study rooms. It may violate the regulation of the Library, but who cares!

Thanks for that encouragement from my classmates yesterday! It looks that apparently I am quite a optimstic person, de facto, in terms of anticipating the outcome of a process, I am quite pessimistic. Owing to this, I often found my effort will be in vain after the announcement of the result. Sometimes I do want to overcome this negative way of thinking, but it prove to be impossible. It is some sort of 'innate'. A good way to deal with it transfer my attention, but there won't be a cure for it. Maybe sometimes the most careful fellows will notice my odd behaviors, that is a trait of pessimism.
And certainly I want to conceal such kind of pessimism in front of my friends in daily life, but I will be quite forthright to express it in my blog.

I got up at almost 11 o'clock and so it began my ordianry day: having lunch, reading books preparing for BEC text. I have feeling that I will pass in the next time. I am afraid of the failiure of this month. What I concern the most is finding a speaking test partner for the 2nd time. For me, a person who like to remain taciturn before strangers and lack of networking skill. This time， I was very lucky to have Louisa to be my partner and thanks Louisa.

I was almost sleepless last night, not untill 4:00 could I fall asleep. When at home, I used to live in total silence. Interruption of any type does not exisit. Whereas,  as you can see 'nights' in the title. It was not the 1st time that I lost what I shoould deserve 'a silence night to rest'. Sometimes I do have a impulsion to protest, but in consideration of the relation btween my fellow and not being the only one to suffer such kind of harassment. I remain mute and learn how to compromise rather than trigger a red flag. The another reason for my tolerance may be: I am not eloquent defender of my own perception. It is felt that a need to grasp some negotiating skill is vital for me too.......

How long will such disasters last.........