Three days later, three months I have been here.

I suddenly think I won't back to study in BU again. Maybe will change my mind later, but suddenly, just at a moment, suddenly, I don't want to go back to there, go far far away from there, except my dearest CTN and J. I give up Chinese, not the writing here, but in my way of thinking, at least for a while. Nothing more want to say. There is nothing new under the sun. Last night, gathering with classmates in a pub near Tate Britain where we finished a whole day long seminar organized by our dear tutors. Arrived room, extremely tired. Read some friends dairies, then sleep. Lying on the bed, I think this is the happiest night I have spent since I came to London. Have a weird dream, I dream in my dream and awake in my dream from my dreaming. People around me before I fall in to sleep, people around me in my dream and there is only me with me when I wake up. The sky is strange because the serious explosion near by. Spend the whole afternoon chat with friends in HK, and then one by one, they go to bed. The sky is totally dark and now is 5pm. Things will go on their right way as usual as I feel sleepy again.