Today is the third Valentine’s Day of the year, which happens every 38 years. I am wondering how lovers are gonna observe this rare thus precious traditional holiday. For me, it is no different from any other day. Going to work and expecting to be off work. I PSed some photos today, thus killing a whole afternoon’s time.

I scouted my whole brain for some lines of poem to raise the tastefulness of the picture I am PSing, yet the only line that hasn’t been erased by time is still: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day, thou art more lovely and more temperate. Now everybody can understand the secret of Shakespeare’s eternity: his poems are friend of your memory, that’s all! So I googled some poems of Tagore, on which I always have a special favour. And I came across one which grips my attention immediately.

 

Face to Face

Day after day, O lord of my l ife

Shall I stand before thee face to face

With folded hand, O lord of all worlds

Shall I stand before thee face to face

Under thy great sky in solitude and silence

with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face

In this laborious world of time, tumultuous with toil

and with struggle, among hurrying crowds

Shall I stand before thee face to face

And when my word shall be done in this world

O King of kings, alone and speechless

Shall I stand before thee face to face

 

I have tried to translate it into Chinese, but frustration then overcame me. How should I translate the key sentence “Shall I stand before thee face to face” into pure and poetic Chinese?! Anyone can help? Of course if you are also interested in this poem you can post your translation version here.

Thanks!

To those who have found love and those who haven’t.

1.      Do not shut love out because you thought you cant’ find love.

2.      The fastest way to get love is to render love.

3.      The fastest way to lose love is to restrict love.

4.      To best way to protect love is to set wings for it.

Enjoy today, enjoy the last week of our last summer vacation!

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I should have known B&Q’s inefficiency from the experience of working there for one and half months, but I have never imagined this inefficiency should push me into such a dilemma! According to the contract, I shall give B&Q a five-day’s notice if I would like to leave. I put the apartment for rent last Wednesday and this Saturday, as I calculated at least, I can leave for my dear home in HN. Yet the perfect plan is ruined by B&Q’s inefficiency! This morning the director told me I have to work till someone new takes over my job, and it will take probably one or two weeks. I can’t believe my ears, guys! ONE OR TWO WEEKS?! Such kind of work, copy, fax, filing, telephoning… is what a senior high school student is fully competent for! You have to scout all over China to pick up a genius and put him under the stifling boredom?!

I shall say sorry to my succeeder.

But of course, I am sorry for myself. If I were kissed by the Unfortunate, I have to work till the last day of Aug, which means I will be a loafer for SIX days!

Life is merely food and shelter. I would like to kiss the philosopher for his sharp perception.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a good internship makes somebody one step nearer to the company of his dream. Yet I would call it truthiness rather than a truth. I hope those who haven’t undertaken internship could take a second thought before plunging themselves into the sea of thousands of crazy students, who are eager to promote themselves on the job-market. I also hope those who have already known what internship tastes like could share with me their feelings during the last summer vacation of their lives.

 

Summer vacation is always a feast to anticipate, and to regret. We are so familiar with the process of its coming and going. We counted the days right after the May Day Holiday; we consoled ourselves right before the final examinations; we painted the blueprint right after getting the transcript, “I will read @#$%#@$%”, “I will learn to #$%@#%@”, “I will keep fit till I reach%#^#%”…… Yet it always ended up in tacit smiles. Making plans marks the beginning of our lovely summer vacation, and the unfulfilling of it means its ending. This rule is so well fixed in the minds of us students that no one seems to be aware of its function; just like no one would pay attention to the air we breathe everyday. This is a rule, and a rule would not allow any exception.

 

Mr. Wu used to ask us to make a sentence in a pattern of …is the assassin of … My poor imagination determines the sad realistic tint of my sentence. Now, if I were asked to make one again, I would almost unconsciously cry out ---

 

Internship is the assassin of your imagination, initiatives, creativity, efficiency, and the worst of it, your principles.

 

Scene One: On the first day of your work, somebody who is actually the lowest rank of the company and who came here just 3 month before you, posed a Mr. Known-all and told you to USE YOUR HEAD before asking him for help.

Of course my head is functioning better than he is! Theproof at hand is that I am only a junior English major in China and that guy had an experience of studying in Singapore and Britain for his bachelor’s and master’s degree, and yet, he once asked me how to say on considering……, I should have told him to use his head before telling him “in view of”.

 

Scene Two: “Now, do you understand?” Here he is again! Every time he told me to do something(sth that even a senior student is fully competent for) he would ask me again and again and again, making sure I have got his orders.

I don’t know if he is used to working with his moron colleagues, who need instructions again and again so that they would grasp the meaning and set out to do it. Or he is a highly unarticulated person, having no confidence in his ability to express himself at all. I believe both factors contribute to the very reason why he is so fond of asking you whether you have understood. Because, you see, a moron is likely to treat others as morons.

 

Scene Three: “You have to learn how to fulfill a task in 3 or 4 hours when you can finish it in 1 hour.”

I did not type it wrong. That’s the exact words he told me when I asked him if I have anything to help. Now I finally understand the place like B&Q (at least under my observation) does not welcome highly efficient, honest and precise person. XDJMs, please have a second thought before stepping in B&Q’s market, because much of the product price contains money paying for lazy worms like the guy sitting next to me.

 

Scene Four: As being instructed, I got the statistics from a government website, yet that guy thought the GDP per capita is too high, so he cut the GDP by 20 billion to let the statistics appear normal. What’s worse, after the weekend, he asked me to re-check the statistic is right or not because he thought it is still too high!

This time, he’s gone too far. I told him that I am sure these statistics are all from governmental website therefore they are beyond doubt. (At least for a company who merely wants to invest, not for some non-profitable institutions that want to do precise research) He then employed the old stuff again: “Hey, listen! If you ever speak to Boss like this you will be in big trouble.” Of course I know what I’m doing. But the point is YOU ARE NOT HER, THE BOSS! So stopping posing like you are important, merely a small potato, remember your position!

 

That’s the bloody absurd experience I got in B&Q since the very first day. I wrote it partly for an outlet, partly for an example.

 

PS: Having sitting in this dead department for one month and a half, I found my English is blunt, too. Today comes a new intern who is a German. We communicate in English, that’s how I found my stiff speaking skill.

The only Deutsch I could remember and have confidence to let them slip out of my tongue is “Guten Tag” and “ya”.

How sad!

I found I got hungry quite easily these days, which is curious in the hot summer. I’ve seen many skinny girls pushed away their dishes and complaint “I’ve got no appetite in the summer.” Oh my, it would never be my complaint, I assure you. How I am longing for the sick feeling at the sight of cookies, potato chips, sundaes, and hundreds of thousands of other things that would yum my mouth but yuck my shape. So what can I do? I dare not announce to the world that I’m gonna make a difference tomorrow—by eat less and exercise more, such a golden rule wanting tenacity means nothing.

 

O! Inevitable headache of woman!

 

I had egg-plant and sugar-preserved tomato for lunch this noon. Yuuuuuuuuuummy!!!!!! I found myself such a genius in cooking when I began to realize I only have myself to depend upon during my internship in Shanghai. Pasta and curry are no longer my best dishes, right now I have wax gourd and chop soup, cola wings, egg-plant to my credit, and surely I will have dozens more in the next one month and a half.

 

Still fancy KFC’s ice-cream-capped coffee, but I have to restrain a little when thinking of my shapeless shape. Yet I still went to KFC after lunch, partly for a walk and partly for four sundaes for my colleague. That’s how an anecdote came out.

 

I asked for four chocolate sundaes and heard the cashier shouted to her colleague “Give me four ‘chorsun’, please!” I was perplexed when hearing this new word. Why? I’m an English major but I even couldn’t understand the English a KFC cashier said! This is no worse than I couldn’t understand the English heard in B&Q! In pent-up displease I left KFC. It was not until stepping in B&Q’s office tower did I realized that it was actually—oh, my!—A Shanghai Dialect which is short for chocolate sundae!

Once when I was stuffed in a crowded bus, I saw a young girl attentively reading an article titled “Uneasy to find a man you really love”. Love, at that moment when sticking tight to the handle but still pushed back and forth in the sticky, stale big box, is such a luxury for me to ever think about. Yet I’m not saying I often meditate about love in my spare time--that would be an even greater luxury since I am consuming my own time on something that is obviously beyond me.

So what I’ve been talking about just now? Oh, yeah, I was intending to write an enticing outset introducing my obsession with the most powerful English gentleman in UK—Tony Blair. His pure and noble British accent obviously adds much value to what he’s talking about—which partially explains why I never listen to George W. Bush’s address—I can’t imagine what a rubbish speech was left when addressed in that coarse rural American accent which undoubtedly detracted half of its value. Last night, as I was about to go to bed, I found a speech by PM Tony Blair addressing to the EU Parliament. There are only a few things in this world that could take Adora’s breath away—Beauty, which was best exemplified in my purchase of ibook; juicy delicious watermelon (I’m not ashamed of that. You know, everyone has some seemingly odd little fancies.); and pure British accent. So you can imagine how excited I was when sitting in front of the laptop immersing myself into Blair’s speech. Now, I have to announce, driven by the ultimate frankness, that I have totally, absolutely, utterly and completely fallen in love with that old English fellow!

OK, I know that’s non-sense…LOL, so…Let’s talk about something else!

I have decided, maybe under the influence of Blair, to take the oral test of Advanced Interpretation Examination. (How awful!!!) Having passed paper-based test for a whole year and been delayed by troubles and competition, I decide to resume. This is a decision impelled not only by my parents, but also by situation. Life is an endless fighting. (what else haven’t been said about that ubiquitous stuff?!) We should never let the laziness beat us and let the idleness reign. Guys, this is not the period we sit down and enjoy the sunset, there is, indeed, miles to go before we sleep. Just like Thoreau says—

TO LIVE DEEP AND SUCK OUT ALL THE MARROW OF LIFE!

 

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