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Went to hosp for lectures 2day.

Took some pics during the break.

=P

As the day time gets longer...

Spring is here already! (or maybe it had already started few weeks ago without my notice). The day is now longer compared to those days during autumn n winter. The sun will shine into my room at 7 sth to wake me up and will set when i m about to have my dinner at around 7.

I like this time of the year, because it is v similar to that in Msia.

Oh man... I miss home so much now!

The 7th Day of the CNY

The 7th day of the CNY is called the human day ("ren2 ri4" or "yan yat" if you wanna pronounce it "cantonese-ly"). Not all but most of the Chinese believe that this day is also equivalent to the birthday of every1 and obviously every1 is gonna b 1 year older on this day!

Yesterday, which was also the 7th day of the CNY, I had a dinner with some of my frens n housemates in Colum 9. It wasnt a v "big" meal as wat u would expect from a 10-course-meal but it was really a good meal, and i think we did have around 10 dishes on the dining table. =P

As usual, I have attached some pics taken during the dinner. My blog will seem quite dull if i dun do this. =P

Gong Xi Fa Cai~~!!!

Getting ready for the dinner =P

Alan (the photographer) and me

All the world's a stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;

Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.

And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

From As you like it, W. Shakespeare