Bid farewell to 2007

      You may think that I would start like “How time flies”; on the contrary, how I wish that time could elapse as quickly as lightening. Yes, that was what I thought at the end of 2007. 2007, in which I had a lot of twists and turns, ups and downs, was my year just passed that made my life ironically colorful, which the nuts and bolts will be shown as follow right away.

  I still remember at the very first day of 2007 I was well armed with red from top to bottom as well as a red amulet with a jade pig around my wrist. It’s an old superstition in China that red----an auspicious color----- can be against ominous signs and bad luck when you’re in your year. Still, I made my best wishes upon the wishing wall, which I hoped to be blessed during my year. You may think I’m kind of silly superstitious. It dawns on me finally that why not let it happen for me and just let it be. What I did at first was in vain. Something meant to occur was unavoidable even by human means. After idling away without a job for nearly 3 months, I hunted down a job as an English teacher at David Perry English Training Center in March, for which I made up my mind with kind of euphoria to start from the scratch. I thought I would have a different life altogether, but as it was I couldn’t have been more wrong. I had never expected to be ambushed by some insidious words & movements and intoxication by my little success since I had to be dismissed. I was churning with overwhelming frustration and grief at that time. I hated this feeling, being a loser, especially when I got back for my salary, the girl set me up strutting past me with a big elated smug smile. I used to change my hairstyle when I was in a failure time, with no expectation this time. My bangs were switched from slantingly across my right eyebrows to evenly arranged before my forehead, which made me much cuter and younger. It was somehow an embodiment of new life.

  It was not a good time to get a job easily after my leaving, however, I didn’t give up following my dream to become an English teacher. After struggling through that time, when hundreds of applications have been posted without any tidings of interview, I got a temporary job as a tutor during summer vacation, which was more handsomely paid than some white collars.

  This couldn’t be a better time in my whole year. What still better waiting for me was someone who totally rocked my small world after my new destination in an English institute as a course consulter. I could tell it from our first eye contacts, in which there were some chemical sparks between us. I still remember clearly that he enthusiastically reached out his right hand to greet with me and his perfume pervaded the entire room, filled my lungs, leaving me with a giddy sensation. I raised head from my work and saw he standing in front of me with a black cap sideward, a yellow loose-fitting T-shirt, a beautiful silver necklace dangling back and forth like a pendulum before him, baggy jeans, and white sneakers with which a sharp comparison of his black tans；that was a typical hip-hop style outfit. I was feeling electrical and a thrill of shiver pass through me. To remain courtesy of my elegance (air), I shook hands with him and said hello in return.

  From that day on, I couldn’t concentrate on my work. All I did was daydreaming and fancying about the place we would hang around, the food we would eat, the songs we would sing… Every time as he was in my office, a brief conversation---which was a better way for me to get the hang of him ---would pass between us thus be lingering on my mind for a whole day long.We had never dated out. Every time he asked me out, unfortunately, I couldn’t meet his time, which left me in regret.

   To tell you the truth, I’m kind of a traditional conservative Chinese- type girl of hardcore. It’s a belief that my first night should after marriage. I, nevertheless, almost turned from a little chick into a mature woman when that night he asked me to his home, which I was quite sure of his purpose, still, after scrupulous consideration, went there. I thought I was spelled by him, or I would not breach of my belief. He, of course, knew that I didn’t have the slightest intention to go, waiting for me at home with works.

  To boost the ambience, he showed me a flamboyant hip-hop dancing movement. I didn’t thought about of this kind of stuff would happen so fast. We smooched so violently, our touching lips and thrashing tongues were the sum of this exquisite moment. I felt connected with him as one. He touched me all over that made me so comfortable. It was when I began to know how to do. He couldn’t wait to screw me and what I could feel was that he tried to get in. For it was my first time, he hurt me so hard. I kept on screaming and kicking, flailing in his bosom. He, however, was so intent on releasing his bowels, pissing and shitting uncontrollably, leaving my struggling behind. I could feel they were moving down between my thighs. He didn’t stop until the eruption of my wail was bursting out. He then caressed me genteelly. My first try failed though, I enjoyed it really. He showed me a wonderful night.  

   You may think I was oblivious to sex, I’d rather confess that I was a late blossom about that thing. So you may have guessed what would become of us. Yeah, we were just tow ships passed that night. For my ceasing of this loving flame and his disappointment of that night, we had never contact with each other and I made a change of my job again until the third end of 2007, I run into him with his officially steady girlfriend accidentally. It was heart wrenching somehow. Seldom had a man melted my cold heart. I thought I had found my Mr. Right and settled in a beautiful castle we built together happily-ever-after. Now it’s been another story. If I’m destined to be alone forever, I have to accept my fate of resignation. I believe in fate. I would not console myself with that old cliché that goes like I would chance upon my Prince Charming in five radius and I would have someone who can relate to.

     That’s all of my reminiscing about 2007. No saving accounts, no loving fruits, no other relationships, no careers. I hate my 2007. I don’t wanna be nostalgic in past any more. Though it sometimes keeps my heart warm, as I keep it warm in my heart. And I know what I have is today. So I have to snap out of trance, get off my butt and hitch my duffel bag traveling for another mile. I may feel tired sometimes, ok, just let my head rest a little bit today, but remember that I’m gonna get up under the same Sun tomorrow.