He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Can we change the fact?
I've just figured out the usual offer from University of Hong Kong, LLB. It is a impossible mission. I mirrored myself. I know I am not clever enough to get into HKU, or Cambridge Law faculty. But that doesn't matter. There is a mild, and plausible, cogent and convincing voice whispering to me that I would eventually make it if I insist and work as best as I can, but I am afraid, you know, afraid of the words from Uncle Henry Lau, I simply don't believe my fate is doomed to be certain way. I think, if I work hard and be a good person, helping people as I possibly can, I could redeem my guilt and do better. At another point, I told myself when I was taking shower today, yes, my father is right, no matter how hard I work, I can never surpass that russian girl. It had the imprinted upon my mind hitherto. Today, I just told myself, and willing to nearly admit that, yes my father was right, I can never outmatch you, irrespective of how much effort I paid. Yet I have yet to forsaken the hope of defeating her; I have not give up entirely. It is a tough and ruthless naked fact, but can't the fact change!? We can change the future, Can't we change the fact?
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