Superior Scribbler Award

So there are these awards which circulate among bloggers as a way of granting recognition and praise. I see them all the time... But have never actually received one. Till Charli of Broken Mannequin so kindly bestowed upon me the Superior Scribbler Award. I am honored and surprised. Thank you Charli and thank you to everyone who reads and comments! (A new poem coming soon!)So here are the rules for this award:1. Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Blogger Friends.2. Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.3. Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post which explains The Award.4. Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit This Post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, they’ll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!5. Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.So... Here are the bloggers' blogs to whom I bestow the gift bestowed upon me:

アジア研究.亚洲研究.亞洲研究.아시아 연구.

Broken Mannequin

Psyche Connections

Ar1as™

William's Page

An Amazing Guy

I knew Nick Vujicic on the Thanksgiving party last night. Bro Chong gave a presentation about him in front of us. He is a really amazing guy. I like to show it to all of you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtweZxNGk1Y

Never Took The Time

A bad experience with a stranger on the street, an unfavorable passion and a song "Never Took The Time" by Akon contribute to this shabby poem.

So many people
walking
on the crowded street
incuding
me
heading for shool
the destination
where I can
do nothing
inluding
walking
except
wandering

Sun
dizzy
wind
annoying
I was accelerating.

A woman blocked my way
A stranger
Not like a person seeking help
but making trouble.
An interrupter.

Retracting my sight
back to the ground
Never took the time
to stop
But I forgot to retract my ear
she
was chiding
behind my back

Ashamed
I couldn't help
taking the time
to be
ashamed.

I criticized
people were becoming cold with each other
This time I know
I'm not the exception.
Sad.
God.
I'm thinking of you,
again.

This Morning

This is my first attemp to write an English poem, don't be polite to point it out if I profane the beauty of it.

This morning
After I got up
From bed
Got one short message
it's from Mama

What are you up to?
she asked.
Preparing for the exam this afternoon
I answered.
I realize
it's not a regular greating
at this moment
from Mama

There was another message
before this one.
My christian friends invite me
to the Thanksgiving party
tomorrow night.
I accepted it being thankful.
Just the same time
Mama asked me
What are you up to?
Exam?
Really?

Really,
but not totally.
Mama worry about me
for this blog
she is afraid that
I'm effected by thoughts
of foreign churches.
God
How does she know
could it just be that
she is Mama

I mentioned
the resignation
don't wanna
hide too many
and too much
in front of
Mama

Mama is Mama
she is always considering me
as a child
she cares
she fears
she doesn't want me
to lose myself
I do, Mama
and that's what I hide
from you.

Take care
Don't stay up late
Buy what you want to eat
I know it's
Mama's way of saying
Goodbye
Yeah
She always say goodbye
to me
in that way
Mama is
Mama

A Big Decision I Made

Befor I write about the decision, I should first make appologise to all of the readers of the blogs who care me and have given me so much motivation to life. I was sick these days and met a lot of difficulites of study, party and mental affairs. Now, everything took a favorable turn. I'm not the vice chairman of the Party branch any more. I handed in the resignation last night and finally it was proved. I don't care my cadre career, and I find the good replacer for the position. I just feel sorry to my boss. He chosed the wrong person and I 'm the very one.

The moment I went out of his office, I took a deep sigh. I am free!

Reject and Receive

This noon, I took an appointment to have lunch with one of my christian friend. We didn't talk anything about God during the lunch but all the things we were up to last week. When we aparted, he gave a book to me whose article is GEGIN YOUR NEW LIFE.
It says that there is a normal relationship between God and the person, which should be definetely known by every christian. If you don't realize it definetly, it's impossible for you to experience the true happiness of your life. When you accept him as your father, he will enter your life.
I should say I sometimes invite him into my heart. I sometimes really need him and sometimes just forget him. I'm not good for I don't treat religion seriously enough. When I makes a mistake, I think of him begging for his mercy. When I feel sad, I let him see my tears. Whenever I'm dreaming, I hope God can hear my voice. And, I am not be frightened that easily when I think of him. I wonder whether it's because they don't believe God or anything that let themselves stand alone on the top of the floor then fell to the ground. It is often reported someone took suiside in the campus. They do this because they are sad and of no hope, which can't be seen from the face of every christian I know. That's what I should say thanks to God.
I'm so selfish for I only receive from God but I do nothing for him. I am supposed to spread his love to others, however, on the contrary, I'm developing new party members and tell them there is no God. Irony. I'm embarrassed about myself.
I can't sing Amazing grace like a pop song whenever I want to without thinking about the meaning of the lyric. I think God will punish me if I sing like that. Now whenever I want to sing it, I sing from the bottom of my heart. Oh, I don't forgot the promise about singing Silent Night on Christmas eve. Haha, I know that's a very old song, but I can't help singing it everytime I left the lab for my dorm on the cold dark midnight in Beijing.
I'm busy with my work, and perhaps with my heart.

More works

Time is not enough for me!

All is in a rush! Things seems endless to me. First, I'm busy with my developing party member task. Sounds ridiculous, huh? They are trying to make me believe in God in our every gatherings, and want to spread christianity to every corner of the world. But, to the opposite point, I'm trying to develop party members by letting them believe nothing. That's an irony perhaps more ridiculous than Buddha--a symbol of peace--was awarded to a factory whose primary purpose was the construction of nuclear missiles. I'm bad...

Second, my boss of the labs requried me to creat map layer on the GIS photos which were taken by satellite. I have to learn to use photoshopCS2. Last night, I learn it for the first time. It's really hard to make the first step, I think, for everything. It cost me the totally four hours only accomplishing these three pictures. I will show them to you. Sorry for the shabby stuff.

Fall in Love with Anthem

I joined a young Christian party last night. We sang a lot of Anthem. I enjoyed singing together with them. The songs threw light on my heart and I felt myself warm and purified. I wanted to sing for ever.
I found Amazing Grace, a really beautiful song. If only I have sang it when I was young. I also find Silent Night, a christmas song. Hopefully I can learn to sing it, and before the Christmas Eve, I can upload it on my blog as a gift to all of you, my dear friends.
I like to sing. I'm always thinking of the days I sang as the leader of lee club of our school. I didn't realize what a beautiful thing singing is at that time. I should have joined the choir of the church and sang for all beautiful things, including people and animals I loved, cared and missed. Now my voice is not as pure as that of a child, so is my heart. I beg god, purify my heart, removing the black and let sun shine always in my heart.
I'm so graceful that you know I hate and fear loneliness. So you bring some amazing people to me as my friends. I will treasure all the friends you gave me. You love me, and let people love me, I will spread the love.
It's amazing that I received a free meal from one of my mates. The reason why he treated me a rich meal is that he knew I was sick for 36 hours non-sleeping. Though he is not a Christian, there's love inside of him. Do we really created from the figure of you? and inherit some of your kindness? I have no idea. But I'm thankful, truely...
Last night, at the time of praying, we hand in hand, with our eyes closing, spoke to you. I prayed for my parents, my brother, and all my friends. I thought of you, yes, you're reading my blog, I prayed for your health and longevity and the day we're meeting. I love you.