You Can't Judge a Man by His Truck

We met at a truck downstairs the apartment I rent.
It was on a Saturday- the usual do.
His eyes shown like the shining stars in the dark carriage
Which, as I recall, should have been my first clue.
He asked me to take him to the backyard
Then closed the door of the truck so cool with that muscular arm.
That I couldn't resist. So I gathered my smile
And we walked and we talked till the landlady rolled up.

Luna on writing

I like writing journals. I consider this as the most comfortable and benefitial way to take notes of my inspiration and value of daily life. I used to keep a blog posting my journals frequently before I came to the US. That blog is wonderful! You would love it if you could read Chinese I promise. However, I wish my English writing were as good as with Chinese. To perfectly express my idea in English and develop it in an easily understandable way is so far so difficult to me. But, anyway, I am working hard on it now aiming to pass the exit exam and undertake English writing a little bit.

When speaking to my essay, there is a huge problem with the time manangement I think. I took a long time to deal with my idea in the essay everytime before I start writing. Even though, I got trouble with contents while half way in the writing. Consequently, I wasted lots of time on it and always got no time left to revise my vocabulary and grammar in a timed essay writing. Maybe it is the result of my journal habits. For example, the first narrictive essay took me about 2 hours to memorize and organize my experience so that I could choose a good story to tell. What's more I decided to delete half of my original story to emphasize another aspect when I've already finished most of the passage. I know I need more training to overcome this. Nevertheless, it is good to think over often when we write an essay that is unlimited in time.:-)

Journal Set#6

Growing up is kind of hardship.

I am losing lots of things while getting lots of.

I changed and changed. Sometimes it's like having the same dreams over and over again. In the dreams, i lost my way. I would have to choose straight-going or to take a turning every cross.

In the dreams, i was hoilding an orange, and there is watermelon on the roadside. i'm going to drop my orange and pick the watermelon? or i will stick to my orange.

It is a world full of hard choices and we happen to be changed by life. It is a world full of questions and we always find the answer eventually after we've lost so much already.

I'm not that shy now. I talk more, share feelings more and laugh more. But am I really happy about it? I cannot tell.

Is some so-called positive changes always good and benefitial? I cannot tell.

There are so many things on the earth that I cannot tell.

A Precious Thing

It is a bracelet made of pink cyrstal. I wear it all day now. This bracelet always remind me of a friendship when i was in South China studying as a undergraduate student. She was my roommate Doube. We didn't get along well at first since our characters and opinions to things are quite different. But after a semester, we all found each other's precious unique goods and appeared to be very close.

So we bought a pair of bracelet to memorise our hard-won friendship.

Persona

Luna Xu
Poem of Father

Yimin
Introvert, humor, smart, lazy
Father of Luna
Who loves table tennis, PC games and cars
Who is afraid of poverty, betray and lonely
Who wants to see the World Cup, his daughter to be happy and money comes everyday
Resident of the 21th century
Xu

World Music Festival

Last Thursday, September 25, I went to the Cultural Center with Gitte and some classmates for the World Music Festival.

We walked there after having dinner together. I can already hear the music when we were outside and feel the happy atmosphere as soon as we entered the lobby. There were large number of people at the first floor for the Mexican music band. We stood at the back and took some pictures. Since we had no seat we did not stay long. We moved to the 2nd floor then. It was like an exhibition&market of Mexican food, jewelry, bags and other decorations. They are all very nice and have unique cultural characteristics. Jennifer said she liked the candies so much and I was attracted by the colorful plants. Walking through a gallery, we got to a gorgeous hall where a Tunisia concert is on live. We seated ourselves and looked at the stage. I found a yellow-skined guy undertaking the drums and the other, itwas a white man, playing a strange instrument seemed like a gitta. I like this style I thought. Soon, there came another fat gentleman with an similar instrument in hand. He sat next to the microphone so i guessed he was going to sing something. Finally, a fat powerful long voice appeared, and I was like drunk. I really love this!

After the Tunisia, we went downstairs again. This time the former band was gone, and a next band was preparing. So there were few people on the seat. We found a table and sat around

to have a break, and waited the next concert by the way. The last band we saw was also a Mexican one. The music was about happy and sorrow at the same time. Audience were all enjoyed themselves that some even stood to dance and sing together.

It was a wonderful night! And what's more exciting is all these are free. Maybe I would put an eye on such activities next time it happens.

Ode to Strawberry

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Delicious, quit, strawberry

come with spring fragrance,

Remind me of sweet, warmth

and happiness always

Juicy, lovely strawberry,

with a light red color,

Bring the sense of passionate

and irresistible,


Sweet and sour,

full of joy and surprise

Intoxicated me more than a sip of wine,

teach me the taste of life

Strawberry, my love,

every time I see you,

can't help but taking you home

Strawberry, my love,

what can I say more to you,

what should I say more

Strawberry, my love,

let my smooth lip kiss on your red nose

from the bottom

of my heart