Wash off the disgrace and despise.

The main reason why I like very much writing a diary, owned much to the my discretion to people. My surroundings, now are fraught with the people who do everything in the interest of themselves in the very first place. I have exhausted my words on the snobbery and sophistication they shown during these days. Judge one's by virtues please.

That's why I enjoy writing private diary. I can say everything I want to say. I don't have to be mindful of the others - well, I do have one or two good friends. They are good people. I enjoy talking to them as well. My identity is anonymous and unknown to the people who may incidentally browse through my diary. They are perhaps the most profound of my feelings and thought that could be possibly written and expressed by voices and words - well sometimes I prefer silence. In Muriel Spark's novel The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, she said "Speech is silver and silence is gold."I neither agree nor disagree to that, I just prefer to a more subtle way to live in front of people but the diary allows me to be unsubtle, perhaps in front of nought but blankness. Silence is a form of language. Meaningful words are language, and vice versa are noise. I hate noise.

Today I wasn't well and had a bit of blistering headache. Hideous as it was, I took a nap after school and woke up almost nine o'clock and didn't get much thing done. I start writing a revision notes on Politics and will continue it tomorrow. The first line of the notes are genuinely the reason driving me to Cambridge. "This is the last and first hurdle to Cambridge, because you simply can not afford to miss any one of those. Cherish the chance and wash off the disgrace and despise upon your parents from your surroundings. Prove that Ng Ka Shek can do better than they think." Again, I have to reiterate that I am never a clever person, I am mediocre student who seeks a peaceful and respectable and dignified place in this tumultuous world. His only wish is to help a lot of people - who deserve to be helped - as I can. But does everyone deserve to be helped? Would it be possible for us to enlighten everyone's seed of kindness hidden in their heart, if there's still any. Yes, there is, there is always heaven and hell in one's heart. We shall continue this topic next time.

Now work hard and good night:)