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    Always "Gossip Girls". And always mixed sexual relationship. Break up and then get back together again and break up again. Same old stuff over and over again. I'm kind of bored of it. It seems that there are few American TV plays which I can stick to from the beginning to the end. No matter how bad I feel about it now, I guess I will go on. Nice way to pass my time and learn some English as well. After all it is not so bad.

    Lesson 4: Families do not necessarily mean someone who are biologically related but someone who really cares about you. Of course home doesn't mean a place of you own either. It is a place what makes feel at home.

    Lesson 5: Sentimental and sensational. It is often said that women are sentimental. Sometimes it is hard to figure out what is in their minds. She might be noisy the first minute and rather quiet the next, high the first and low the next......Yet, she does change for a "good" reason. If women are sentimental, then men are really sensational. He might make a "mistake" out of one minute's feeling. So when it comes to sense and sensibility, I really doubt who is harder to understand.

    My lesson: We always say that being friends, we have to agree to disagree. Yes, there should be mutual understanding, tolerance, compromise. Yet I think it is just an alternative. We all hope that we will have most of things in common. We sincerely hope that our friends will like the hairstyle we keep, the clothes we wear, the music we listen to, the movies we watch, the values we hold......We really like to share everything with our friends. But reality is reality because it does't always go as we wish. So we choose to understand each other, try to agree to disagree. After all,  we are friends. Friends are not for you to judge, but to understand.

    This afternoon I went to see the so-called great Doctor Lu in XMU hospital. Actually I really didn't know what's wrong with me. I just got some silly idea that there must be something wrong with me. And this is true. She said I'd got some problems with my esophagus. If I were not to get esophagus cancer, I should stay away from hot, spicy food from now on. I had indulged my appetice regardless of other organs. There were also some other problems which I had not considered them as problems. It seems that you've got various problems in various parts of your body. That is how you feel when you are at hospital. Besides, she judged me as being easy to get nervous, having little guts and an active thinker. The first two are seldom words I use to describe myself. And the last is what I couldn't agree more. When I asked if there was some problem about it, she just said you were punishing yourself for others' faults.