i'm back after a  long time dissapearing.during the period, there's really a disaster happened to my homeland.i'm praying for a better tomorrow to her,my country.

although i am not so qualified to go to Sichuan,but i will go there some day,for the rebuilding.i'd like to be the bolunteer one day.

such a week!

never thought i could ever work so hard without a word.i have been here for nearly a month in my uncle's company.well,part of his company.and i'm just working here as the assistant~

years ago,i used to be a secretary in a real estate company,during my graduation.it is a big company,to tell the truth,and it was really an opportunity for me.but i don't get the real meaning of  working then.

by the time i thought the essay, "a message to garcia" was nothing but a stupid hypnotising article writing for the innocent working class people.then i came here,kind of some relationship company,working,when i got the meaning of that,why "a message to garcia",why people need the rowin kind person.

now i'm still not skillful,but i realy put myself into it.i worked here as if it were my own company,and  were my own business.not until a month,i worked overtime almost every week,and was off duty till eight p.m twice without supper.but none of this annoyed me that much.their business,our business,are there really differeces that much,i start to notice the point.consider what i've been through when i was in the real estate company and the place i'm staying at now,i feel so full of me.i learned by myself.

It's 11:55pm in China.I feel tired,but not upset.Just finish the busy day's fuzzy job,lot's of  ps designing.I was not here---My major at college is neither an art department nor a computer related.I have nothing but the want of joining the art group~.I had ideas on my mind then,but I didn't how to make them real.

Since the my failing pass the examination for the master degree two month earlier,I found myself happy instead depressed~~why?maybe it's because of I do push myself to face the music now,find a job and enjoy the real world's life.Pain hurts,but I don't want to cry for the poured milk any more.