The ATHENS 2004 Olympic Games is completed Aug 29th sucessfully. China won total 63 medals, 32 gold, 17 silver and 14 bronze. There's a story we may or may not know behind each medal, behind every player, we can't simply judge our athletes by if they won medals or not, though those medals do mean sth significant, we might not have any idea how much efforts they put in training, how much they sweat, how many times they try, how many times they falls. So no one is the loser in the competition. It's a real pity that I didn't watch any match in the past 17 days. I didn't have the chance since I don't have a TV set. Boy, is it sad.

I have only less than one week before the second half semester begins, the bad thing is I haven't done anything about my study. Another thing scares me is I seem to be getting fatter and fatter! That really worries me, and I feel like altering my daily schedule right now. I'm such a lazy bone, never get up till noon, and I stay up so late, sometimes even 4, 5am. My friend whom I met in MIRC a couple of years ago told me that those who used to join a channel named #Darkisland in a past MIRC server has found a new MIRC server and a new BBS board, they are looking for all those who used to join that channel before. Frankly, I'm really excited about it, not only that it sounds very exciting when you can meet someones again after you lost contact with them, but I feel like talking with ppl in that way, and that's the only way I can communicate with ppl that I know when I'm here. So what I'm doing these days is being online in that chat room, spending most of the time that I'm awake on it. Even though I dont always sit in front of my computer typing, I prefer watching they talking on the screen to some extent. Just simply watching, quietly, lonesomely. That reminds when I first came here, because there's 4 hours time difference between China and New Zealand, what I did was turned on my laptop(I didn't buy my desktop yet), ran the MIRC application, joined the channel, waited for my friends coming in. But there were always very few friends there when I was there, or though there were some, but none were awake... I felt thirsty to have conversation with them, I did and I do now. I enjoy being there, neverthless, I always feel there's difference between them and me, hardly can I tell what exactly the difference is, but I do feel the difference worries me somehow, only I can't express. It's a depressing thought.