The blacks and whites

Unlike many, I didn’t fell in love with it on my first touch.

I used to hate it so much I cried almost every week before the class.

Fast forward time to 13 years later, it’s me blogging alone before my computer.

Things are so different now.

It became a precious part of me that I will never want to give up.  

And every time I touch the black and white keys, my world lightens itself up a little.

Don't look back

Once a pastor told me "life is a series of hellos and goodbyes" beside my grandmother's coffin.

It was true 6 years ago, and it is still true now.

I'm going to UK this September for my year 2.

My friend told me things can change a lot in a year.

I'm not sure about it.

We can meet again next year and see if my friend is right.

What internship taught me

Probably I'm the only one in the whole of my University that do his internship in year 1.

My daily routine includes arriving home at 9.00 p.m. feeling exhausted everyday, and waking up at 5.30 a.m. the following day for work.

Its terrifying. Workers here continue the same routine forever until they die, or quit the job.

No more sleeping late, no more piano time, no more karaoke and no more volleyball.

And crying wouldn't help at all.