I now take the training programmes besides my school work and I have been occupied at weekends for a whole semester. The extra curriculum teaching or training does not seem great pressure on me but what matters is that the annoyance feeling I have to work on Saturdays and Sundays which really upsets me.

The summer vacation is approaching, but I know it will be a busy schedule waiting ahead of me.

Well, I have no choice that I should earn money to make ends meet. Yeah, that's the point.

the thermomiter is boiling these days that i can hardly fall asleep at night. Perhaps the muggy suggests that the season of typhoon is approaching the coastal city.Anyway I've never experienced the authentic hurricanes. it's said to be rather horrific that I just hope it won't be too troublesome.

It's been 4 months since we came to stay  in the city, a medium costal city in South China. It used to be famed as one of  the first 5 regions  boasting special economic policy to the outside world, but now I can hardly see its glory except for the nominal title. After all I never take it as Shenzhen, another special economic region. For me, it's more a shelter with sea than a batttle to pursue pride or goals.

From this day on, I would like to describe my life here, which would perhaps serve as the record of future reminiscence.

I now work in the Applied Engslisn Dpt. of Shantou Polytechnic, where 8 foreign teachers are employed to teach Chinese students English language. At first I had thought they were all native speakers, at least from the English-speaking countries, while later I found some of them speak English as a second or third foreign language just as I do. It's certainly no problem that he or she can speak fluent English but the case is opposite. 

A black lady from Cameroon upset me with her poor vocabulary and strong African accent. The other day, she got off our school bus at the wrong destination and went crazy about the complicated route. I went to offer help and asked whether she liked to go home by bus or taxi. She  gestured for minutes but could not pull out the word at the tip of  the tongue, which really confused me more. It was not until she exulted over a motorbike passing by that  could  I realize she needed a motorbike.

One of my classes complained to me that they could hardly understand some foreing teacher's English. I know who they meant to. I used to talked to her for a whole afternoon but we didn't talk a lot because there was a tough obstacle between our communication in English. Indeed I sometimes mistook her English for a certain dialect rarely existing in Latin-America. For instance, she said "blice" instead of  "price" and "fee " instead of "three".

I truly hold the belief that it's just enough that we can use the language to communicate while beautiful  speaking is not a necessity. However, for an English  teacher, I don't think that would be enough. Sometimes I really feel sad that we would take foreign rubbish as precious exotic.

Our train leaves at 13:53 tomorrow. Thank Sandyquill for her kind note.

Today I took a look at those pictures of overseas Chinese women raped and killed in Indonesia in 1998. Nothing more to say about that fucking country!

FUCK INDONESIA! FUCK YOU BITCH INDONESIA!

Everybody pls click here to have a look at the riot that the bitch Indonesia killed ethnic.

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here is an article about that riot:

Chinese woman forced to watch gang rape and burning death of her sisters

JAKARTA, Indonesia -- Human rights and women's aid groups have begun to document what they say appears to have been an organized campaign of assaults, gang rapes and killings of ethnic Chinese women during three days of rioting in Jakarta last month. The aid workers say they have talked with dozens of victims or relatives of victims, and they estimated on Tuesday that more than 100 women and girls may have been attacked and raped in Jakarta alone as their neighborhoods were burning between May 13 and 15.There were reports of similar attacks during riots in other cities that preceded the fall of President Suharto on May 21. Another worker at the women's aid center, Ita Nadia, said some women had committed suicide after their ordeals. The reported attacks ranged from the degrading and humiliating to the horrific; from women who were made to strip and perform calisthenics in public to women who were repeatedly raped and then thrown into the flames of burning buildings. The reports involve girls and women ranging in age from 10 to 55, the aid workers said. Some were gang-raped in front of a crowd in the Chinese commercial district of Glodok, said Rita Kolibonso, executive director of the women's group Mitra Perempuan. "Some of the rapists said, 'You must be raped because you are Chinese and non-Muslim,"' said Ms. Ita, who works at a crisis center called Kalyana Mitra. Ethnic Chinese citizens, who control much of the country's commerce, have been targets of violence in Indonesia for years. Lt. Col. Iman Haryatna, the Central Jakarta police chief, told reporters that victims were welcome to come forward but that the police had so far received no reports of assaults on women during the riots. Because of a widespread mistrust of security forces both among the victims and human-rights workers, the reports of rapes are being gathered instead by two prominent women's crisis centers and three well-established human rights groups. Two aid workers said they had received telephone threats warning them to stop their investigations and their aid to victims. One of these, a Catholic priest named Father Sandiyawan who works at the private Jakarta Social Institute, said someone had sent him a hand grenade in the mail as a warning. (the authorities claimed that it was a toy grenade) The other said she received a telephone call on Saturday in which a man said: "Do you know that a week ago we sent a grenade to Father Sandiyawan? Do you want more than the grenade we sent to Father Sandiyawan?" Ms. Ita said that three weeks after the riots it is still very difficult to approach the victims of rapes and harassment "because their trauma is very deep. Even for myself, I will tell you that it is really emotionally difficult because I have to confront the experiences of the victims," she said. Slowly and painfully, she and other counselors have compiled accounts like the following: -- A student was abducted at a bus stop, taken to a swamp near the airport and raped by four men in a car. There was a green uniform in the car and she asked her abductors if they were police officers. "If you are police, you have to save me," she told them, according to Ms. Ita. One of them answered: "No, I have to give you a lesson. You are a woman and you are beautiful and you are part of the Chinese." -- In the midst of the riot, a group of men stopped a city bus and forced out all the non-Chinese women. "Then they chose the beautiful women among the Chinese and raped them inside the bus," Sandiyawan said. "The victims of that incident are really depressed. They are in the hospital with their families. They are trying to hide themselves from the public." -- A 10-year-old girl returning from school discovered that the shop-house where her family lived and worked had been burned. As she went in search of her parents, she was seized by two men and raped in front of her neighbors. One woman, a bank officer, told a local reporter that she was seized from the back of a motorcycle in the middle of the riot and thrown to the ground by a group of men. "She told me she was so hysterical and she was so panicked that she does not remember what happened," the reporter said."But she showed me a lot of bruises on her body, especially on her legs." -- In an incident of public humiliation, a group of about 15 men entered a bank where 10 ethnic Chinese employees were taking refuge from the riot. The men locked the door, made the women take off their clothes and ordered them to dance. In a similar incident during a riot in the city of Medan on May 4, 20 female students at a teachers' training college were stopped by police officers when they tried to flee the violence on their campus. The officers forced them to take off their clothes and perform calisthenics. In both cases, the women reported that they were fondled but not raped. In another incident of harassment during the riot in Jakarta, a number of ethnic Chinese women were reportedly stripped and made to swim in a pond. -- Ms. Ita told of an ethnic Chinese woman who hid in her house with her two younger sisters as the rioters approached. About 10 men came into the house and found the sisters on the third floor. They made the two younger women take off their clothes and told the older sister to stand in a corner, "because you are too old for us." Meanwhile, arsonists entered the lower floors and set fire to the building. After they had raped her two sisters, the men said to her, 'We are finished and we are satisfied and because you are too old and ugly we weren't interested in you.' So they took her two sisters and pushed them to the ground floor which was on fire, and they were killed When her mother heard the news, she had a heart attack and died," Ms. Ita said. "So now this woman is in a psychiatric hospital. Sometimes she cries when she tells the story and sometimes she is normal again. That is one of the stories we have confirmed."

Here I stand in Guangzhou, with the stars up in the sky. And my train will carry me onward, though I don’t know whether my heart will stay. Now the wind is blowing by me and the sound of departure is going off. Farewell Guangzhou, and farewell my university.

I attend to buy the tickets for the day after tomorrow, when my gf and I will leave this city in which we spent four years studying and struggling for life. The baggage is damn numerous like a small mountain. In order to save trouble in the journey, I will send it to my hometown by an transporting company. The fee is acceptable.

I am going to stay at home until 12 August and then have to move to the college where I will take on my teaching. It’s a pity that I cannot use Internet while staying at home. And perhaps this is the last blog article done in Guangzhou. I will surely turn up until I arrange it well in Shantou, another city where I do the teaching in the future.

Farewell, guys.

Well today I would have talked about some successful deals. But now I get depressed very much, for my gf turns up her temper just now.

It’s getting nearer towards the end of my college life. I was told that tomorrow is the commencement. Well time flies so fast that I cannot wait to fall behind.

Ms Liu persuaded me to give up the award that is supposed to be given to me. Without too much discussion, I accepted it. Farewell, my fellows.

I graduate from this university this July. Four years............

Approaching the end of my college days, unlike those who always cry a river over departure, I seem to wear non-sentimental appearance all the time. I even took no interest in the departure feast last Thursday when and where my fellow schoolmates all devoured the last and the sole buffet dinner that the Faculty offers to all the graduates.