2011.05.06
People do tend to fall in love in spring. As the weather grow warmer, the flowers all bloom while the boys all put on light clothes. The aroma of plants, the gentleness of the wind and the unnoticed chemical reactions between two genders make the season most charming. Everybody's in love or ready to fall in love. Still, love is one thing most volatile.
Once I thought that the life of human is most boring and worth no attention. I wanted exotic colorful stuff. But now I understand that the mankind itself is the most complicated and interesting subject for observation as well as discussion. I'm going to focus on the philosophy of love and write down what I encounter and what happens to the people around me. No rhyme, no embellishment, no adjectives.
Affection when young is like a robin trying to sing for the first time. The attraction from the opposite sex is too much to resist. Dance when the waist is still soft, kiss when the lips are still red, and love when the heart is still unhurt.
Now I'm feeling like writing.
Here's this boy in the class, coming from the same city as me, though in different counties. That's a typical southern guy with light accent and a strange sense of humor, with a tolerable looking and very civil and helpful manner.(Though my roommates think his appearance is terrible.) This guy, I got to name him Y, is kind of playful. He's one of the "Dota four" and always puts a lot of kuso couts in his c++ assignment. In short, Y appears to be a thoughtless guy. However, he fell in love with one of my roommates.
It seems that every time we notice things are happening it was because the girl mentioned she's chatting with the guy on QQ too often. This too often is not that often actually, usually just two times with a considerable short interval, like one day. But yes, we noticed it, but kind of late. Confirmation was given at the dinner party on Christmas Eve. We even dig out that the guy planed to send her chocolate on our way to the dorm. Lots of questions were asked and discussed at that dinner and everybody was exhausted.
Maybe unfortunate, maybe not. My roommate said Y was actually very thoughtful but won't display it to the public. She said she had no feelings for him. She said he's not her type. She said she's afraid she wouldn't meet his criterion. Doesn't matter. The chocolate was distributed to the friends and eaten, not by its intended target. The guy turned out to be an avoided topic when chatting. Recently Y sent some flowers to my roommate in the name of the girls' festival (every girl got a bunch actually). The courtship still does not end. It will end eventually.
Fruitless struggle towards an unmoved mind.
I feel pathetic about the guy.
Once I thought that the life of human is most boring and worth no attention. I wanted exotic colorful stuff. But now I understand that the mankind itself is the most complicated and interesting subject for observation as well as discussion. I'm going to focus on the philosophy of love and write down what I encounter and what happens to the people around me. No rhyme, no embellishment, no adjectives.
Affection when young is like a robin trying to sing for the first time. The attraction from the opposite sex is too much to resist. Dance when the waist is still soft, kiss when the lips are still red, and love when the heart is still unhurt.
Now I'm feeling like writing.
Here's this boy in the class, coming from the same city as me, though in different counties. That's a typical southern guy with light accent and a strange sense of humor, with a tolerable looking and very civil and helpful manner.(Though my roommates think his appearance is terrible.) This guy, I got to name him Y, is kind of playful. He's one of the "Dota four" and always puts a lot of kuso couts in his c++ assignment. In short, Y appears to be a thoughtless guy. However, he fell in love with one of my roommates.
It seems that every time we notice things are happening it was because the girl mentioned she's chatting with the guy on QQ too often. This too often is not that often actually, usually just two times with a considerable short interval, like one day. But yes, we noticed it, but kind of late. Confirmation was given at the dinner party on Christmas Eve. We even dig out that the guy planed to send her chocolate on our way to the dorm. Lots of questions were asked and discussed at that dinner and everybody was exhausted.
Maybe unfortunate, maybe not. My roommate said Y was actually very thoughtful but won't display it to the public. She said she had no feelings for him. She said he's not her type. She said she's afraid she wouldn't meet his criterion. Doesn't matter. The chocolate was distributed to the friends and eaten, not by its intended target. The guy turned out to be an avoided topic when chatting. Recently Y sent some flowers to my roommate in the name of the girls' festival (every girl got a bunch actually). The courtship still does not end. It will end eventually.
Fruitless struggle towards an unmoved mind.
I feel pathetic about the guy.
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