Stop and Search

Stop and Search by the Police is not a good experience.

I got stopped and searched 2 weeks after I arrive London. After the Monday lecture, I was on my way walking back from Main Building, it was around 7 P.M. that evening, as I passed the library and walked another 2 blocks to where the Accommodation Office is, 2 policeman and a policewoman suddenly showed up and asked to search my bag.

It’s better to quit before it becomes ugly

So it is. What should be gone is gone. Am I sad? Sure I am. But I can’t help it, because it’s not my decision. I am not being needed anymore. The worse feeling one can ever had is not being needed. That is reality, you might say, reality sucks, yes, we are all selfish people. Before you need something you must learn how to give, since two of us are being selfish, then we can’t match. This is the worst play, you quitted first, it’s good to quit, I guess that is a correct thing you do, otherwise it’s ugly. It’s better to quit before it becomes ugly.

Something is fading away

Something is fading away. I can feel it. It’s ok. Nothing could resist time and distance, what do you think? Eventually it’s not more than just an acquaintance; with good intentions to prolong by either of us would seem to be silly. Reality is crucial, don’t being naïve. Don’t blame me for being aloof; sometimes you even ignored my existence. I need to leave, before you leave me, apparently you did. I know it’s fading away. That little thing between you and me.

Hmmm, but who does?

I’ve been sitting here in front of my NB for three hours, reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s latest book “Living to Tell the Tale”, the autobiography of the winner of the Noble Prize in Literature in 1982.
Well, it’s hard to read indeed, too many difficult vocabularies. I was on page 36 three hours ago, and now I only went three pages further to page 39. I can’t believe this is happening to me, I might be one of those dyslexia patients, means who can’t read.
It’s a quiet 4 o’ clock afternoon, the weather is fine, and I am on my duty. Yet, nothing big happened though; I hope everything went peace like this, I hate to work. Hmmm, but who does?