Anyhow... I shall attempt to recapture my carefree mood in Eng now.
In fact, my primary purpose and restriction for myself when I wrote the previous blog was to restrict myself using ONE language throughout. Why so? Many may think I'm fluent in both languages (Eng, Chinese) yet, I always sensed a "language cliff" mine, suffered and felt bad about it.
What do I mean by "language cliff"? In Chinese I would express it as "語言斷層". As in I feel to a certain point, I feel an inability to express something in either language. On one level it seems normal, one language will always have an expression that seems intranslatable. However, it doesn't seem to be the case that I can successfully pass that. So in practice of my writing skills fluently in an informal blog, I decided to stick with Eng (since I find it more fluent so far to type, less "stuck-with-my-fingers" and less "stuck-with-how-to-express).
Now that being said, I shall try to retell my leisurely, carefree, enjoyable morning after Art History class (A&D227, Art History since 1400, which covers from Renaissance up to Modern) at Pappy's Sweet Shop located at the B1 of PMU (Purdue Memorial Union at Purdue University).
With an urge to have a round of yummy western breakfast (typically are eggs, ham, toast etc to me), I ended up at Pappy's instead of Stewart Center library HSSE (Humanities library), which is where I always go. The last time I was here, I was deeply attracted by the wooden space that's separate of the restaurant itself. There are several windows, surrounding the room's outer area in a L shape; allowing dazzling, warming, cozy brightness in. Warm tonality of the wood under the sun makes me miss home, or my imagination of an ideal home. I always daydream about things, even if I have reality to picture in my mind solidly.
In such romantic, elegantly-lazy, graceful and cheerful mood, I chose a table by the window, even if it's blocked by cement wall; took out my art history textbook, ready to make up the reading I would've and should've caught up with due to the bunch of drawing I had to do for the semester. In flipping pages, I saw an eye-catching image and read on: a Romantic (an artist belonging to the Romanticism period, ca. 18 century) [ca. = circa; around] artist named Henri Fuseli's painting "The Nightmare".
Attaching my eye to the page for several moments, I laughed heartily to myself thinking: Oh my gosh, :D isn't this Justen (my highly artistic and creative artist friend)'s original inspiration piece of her work? (Sadly her painting isn't posted on deviantart, otherwise if the image is available through a link I'll repaste it here for sharing :D)
However, after further chatting, she disclosed that she never knew there was such a painting!
The reason for her horse in the image was because she thinks horse represents fear best out of other animals... I pondered with concentration and concluded: (Justen) What a muse! :D
Here's the image of Henri Fuseli's "The Nightmare"
It has an eerie resemblance to her "original" work.
(from this point on I shall try to write in Chinese :D----開始囉!~希望我不會文字打結)
之後，我跟爸爸＆老弟連上了skype，聊了聊一些事，但老爸他們那裡的skype連線不知道怎麼了，導致突然斷線。之後，我越整理思緒卻越想家，索性打開了iTunes聽聽盧廣仲的陽光歌曲，
放在隨機撥中文歌的類別上。第一首卻是五月天寫的"純真，而我之前下載了梁靜茹的版本。
才聽了不久，我的腦海漸漸浮出了一些夜晚的記憶.... 那是我還跟你住得比較近的時候。
我們常常會透過msn邀約，然後走到宿舍外面的走道上在中點遇上對方。那時見你的心情是有些期待，雖我們什麼都不是，只是興趣相投的朋友，常常聽你訴說心事，但我還記得那晚你第一次在鞦韆上隨口哼出的"純真"那首歌... 不知是否因為兩個室友常戲弄我和你的關係，或許就是在這樣的錯覺下，突然滋生了一種曖昧的依賴。 但我時時刻刻都明瞭，我們從沒有什麼。
很快的，與他相識後，他深占我心，成了我唯一的追尋。就連另一位學長的浪漫晚餐邀約，夜晚的散步與認識環境，和對我表示好感的那晚，我遲疑了一下，釐清感覺後就沒有再回頭。
你也只變成我在msn上常常關心的友人之一。 回頭，我只看見不悔追尋過的軌跡。因為他，我的幸福，相伴左右。
如今一年即將過去，天氣浮現日子即將到我們當初到Purdue的那時。在期末考的逼迫下，大家又將轉頭去埋頭苦讀。而我，喜歡在周末時讓思想自由飄隨，慢慢記錄回憶。日子就像我們複習時翻書那樣的快速逝去，轉眼間，大學將滿一年。
