when i was chatting with one of my teachers on the topic of the difference between students from college and polytechnic school. i am totally confused by his words. the job like what i am doing during internship, as he said, can also be well done by students of polytechnic school even less educated studnets. to some extent he is right. the press release seems easy to write. but why do i still take lots of time writing? i doubt that my ability is equivalent of that of pupils. in following conversation, he continues to prove his point of views by saying the fact that almost all the camerists working in Shanghai TV station hold the diploma of polytechnic school. the question about what's the different between a college student and ordinary student arouses my meditation. if i want to work in the TV hub, i have to have credit with myself and others who has been working in the station for more than five years----experienced journalists. but at present i can not do that. i have to learn from scratch. everything here is new to me. in the light of wirting, i am doing no better than others. i just can not take advantage of anything from myself. what's the meaning of being a college student. i should, every so often, be proud of me as a college student. wake up, girl. word of college means nothing to me unless we take this opportunity learning more from professors and get to know the weak point. knowing is far from enough. as i have realized my disability, now it's time to grind the whetstone until it becomes finest edge.

forge ahead, little wigi!!!

after two days of busy work, i finally got free time for my own. this mornig, i type the information on labor law thus getting a rough idea on it. it's useful, in my point of view, for us who will soon graduate from college or university. now the work has been done. my mentar went out with his partner to shoot some video clips of governmental convention and some leaders in government. but for his advice, i should have followed him. he didn't think it worth interviewing. this task was more boring than boring. that's why i am here writing some things. from today on, i have to get up at no later than 7:15 a.m.. it appears to me that all over again i go back school life. i feel, more or less, disappointed by it.

since i intern in TV station, i begin to concertrate on the making of news video. first of all, before we go to film, we should keep in mind what and how many clips we should take. the shot video clips are in accord with  the press release. that's to say, the fisrt thing we have to do is to organize the news, then we go for camera stuff. more often than not, we, audience when watching TV news don't pay attention to the shift of the video clips in a piece of news. in fact, there is a lot to obersve than meet the eye. a good news features in the content, the ways of writing press release, and organizing on shoot and fluency on editting the finished shoot.  the quality of organizing depends on whether there has been a story on our minds before shooting. and editting the clips volves an editing software which is sure to be used in making TV news. the process editting should also match press release. for me, a layman on shooting and editting, using it without any difficulty is impossible. so, just learn from experienced journalists as much as possble.

come on

every time long time holidays come, it always concerns me that my mind would go blank and so does my life. i hate idling away. but these two days, i have experienced the full life. i follow people interviewing others, recording information, taking back to the office and start to write in no time. i think what i have done has been out of my ability. the task is a little hard on me. it requires my brain to run so fast and never allow me to think over and over. and i have to admit i wasn't doing very well to satisfy my mentor although he didn't say something about it. as for the mentor, he is really a superman in my eyes. when he is doing his work, he is so thoughtful and efficient on it. what he finishes within one hour may takes me the whole day to get done. in front of him, a sense of inferiority wakes up inside of me.

    i, rest assured, admire my mentor for the justification that his gift for journalist, the most important of all, his interest in journalism. as an saying goes, interest is the best teacher. i hold the view that if a man take his job as an interest, he is sure to live in a happy and meaningful life. we can easily deduce his life is full of challenge and exciting. he once told me he had fell in love with the emotional feeling of finding fresh information---that is, news. owe to his sense of news and ten years of working experiences, he is capable of sniff the news wherever and whatever they are. can i say he was born as an excellent journalist?

    tomorrow i will continue to learn from mentors. the learning process is tough yet don't i give up for the tough going?

    never ever!!!!!!!  yeah, it's my answer, simple and plain.

from now on, my life will go into a new stage. i will be as busy as workaholic. yesterday i was though that i might have left plenty of leisure time. however i turned out to be the contratry. for the whole day i was busy learning from teachers. you know what, i have learned so much things on new broadcast. i have already knew the process of new making. from interviewing to reporting, there are so many skills to learn. apart from the part of report,  a piece of news people see from TV can be made by only one person. yes, only one person. it's my teacher. i admire him for his outstanding ability to edit news. he has been working as a journalist for nearly ten years. wow, no doubt about it that he has accumulatd whole stack of experience. he is brilliant at interviewing, observing, and conseiving before interview. the TV station is like a factory manufacturing magic things. teachers there and DV things turn a boring news into  creative one. really really i had better learn from these remarkable guys as much as i can.

tomorrow i am told to use software to make videos. i will also write news if possible

so, BON COURAGE

all of a sudden, i decided to go to market which sells agricultural food along with my parents. when we left home, it hasn't rained. so all of us were not aware to take the umbrella. after we arrived at the market, it started to rain. we got wet all round body. and i found it wise of me to accompany them because they were unable to carry all the stuff on their own. i were there to help them lift a package of fruit. it was a hard for us. it rained cats and dogs. our hands got sour with that heavy products. father tried going out of the market in the hope of calling a taxi which was expected to be driven into markets to help us relieve the burden. but he failed. just few taxis were near the market. even if he made it, market entrance was too crowd to let it in. consequently, we had to walk to the bus stop by ourselves. poor daddy, his waist was strained for having the heavy package on his shoulder for so long time. he complained about why we had to go long way buysing things which can also be bought near our apartment to my mother. as for my mom, she kept silence. was this indication that she probably had realized the mistake she hade made? anyway, we got many good stuffs in return for the terrible experience. God has its way to embarrasse us as well as please us. so we don't need to worry about nothing to eat when the new year's day approachs. what we are gong to be concerned is that we enjoy too much delicious food which has beyond the capacity of our stomaches. hope the day will come soon.

Flora, my friend at college, told me something about internship. she advised me to work as much as possible, speak as little as possible. just find things to do even though people there don't ask me. so learning from the piece of advice, i will keep myself doing something, even some trifles. be practical, be confident.

come on, little wigi.

When i woke up this morning, rolling up the curtains, it made me stunned that the scenery of white snowflake floating in the air. the snow was much heavier than the one serveral days before. in the afternoon, i went outside walking in the street to do family tutor things. although the coldness has crawled down to my skin, the feeling of having snowflower dancing around me is really cool. l love it. if only the snow would accumulate. at that time, we would make snowman, play snow ball with each other, which is sure to bring me a bunch of fun.

these days, i was watching FRIENDS, an old amerrican play. everytime i watched, the scenario keeps making me laugh. i mean i just can't help burst out laughing. it's about the story among six friends, joey, chandler, richard, phibe, monica,paul. everyone has his or her story to tell in a humorous way. that's exactly what attracts me most. the way they talk, the action they acts, the plot producers set, all of them constitute a satifying, at least to me, a satisfying works.

in following days, i may not have a lot spared time writing diary, watching movies or sitcomes. some new mission needs accomplishing. at thought of it, i get afraid. new people to meet, new environment to adapt, everything is new to me. i thought to myself i should regard it as a challenge. generally, no one will get more afraid than i do. because i am not too much of talk. it's not because i am unable to talk but that i am reluctant to talk. sometimes i think talk is a waste of time except talking to my dear friends. more often as not, i would like to stay alone doing thing i like. only in this way, can i feel free from restraint.

in the afternoon i was informed of a concert to be performed by Denmark Royal Academy of Music. i was also told it was a show living up to international level. so i decided to have a look. on arriving it, i realized it turned out to be a extravaganza performed by a group called PERCURAMA with percussion instruments. i kept listening the show for approximately one hour and ended leaving amidst the performance. as for me, it was a little boring. i don't know about percussion instruments. what i only heard is the whole hour of loudness. there is no doubt i don't know how to appreciate art of percussion instruments, nevertheless, the band, PERCURAMA absolutely has got a high reputation all over the world. so it deserves my rough introduction.

as is known to us, Denmark Royal Academy of Music is famous for its longest history and largest scale among all the academy of music in Denmark.

and PERCURAMA is a percussion's group founded by professor GERT MORTENSEN, a world rated percussion musician. and the members of PERCURAMA are students of Royal Academy of Music, who go for study of percussion. it's said that all the percussion learners in institution are supposed to participate in the activities organized by PERCURAMA. they come from different countries as i saw on stage. some from TaiWan, some  China, some europe. through their performance, i find out all most all the stuff can make wonderful sound if used and matched properly, which impresses me a lot. that's to say, almost everything can be their inspiration of creation. i saw them slam on tin. they even apply sound of paper bags composing a piece of music. although i am not familiar with it at all, their innovation and imagination is a hit to my mind.

i find out there is a deadly mistake i have made when i organize my topic. that's why i fail to speak fluently. everytime i start to talk, i will leave a short period of time to think about what's next stuff of my conversation. it happens between two sentence. i am unable to get rip of such bad habbit. is it because my reaction is too slow to recall what i should say right after former sentence? or is it because i am not quite familiar with thing i am ready to express? or is it because my personality that i am not too much of talk? if let it be, i am for sure that i can never speak like native speakers do. so where the problems lie in? not only this one but another problem depress me. it's about nervousness when i deliver a speech in public. dozens of eyes on me do not make me feel at ease. on occasion of so many people, i begin to stumble, get stiff. i cannot even let out a single word out of my mouth. all things seem in big mess. to overcome the tough sticking point, i could do nothing but practice in hope of  a little improvement.

do you believe in the existence of heros all over the world? in amercian sitcom "hero", several hero with extraodinary ability are born to save the world from destruction. they can read people's mind, fly, piant the future, turn to another person and bend time into space, which appear to be real under the theory of genetics. how can they protect the world? how can they prevent themselves from threat by people having evil intentions? obviously i can't help keeping eyes on story for the suspenseful scenario one after another.

 

the snow reminds me of the big snow in my high school when i was in third grade three. it snowed so heavy that snow can be accumulated to a world of white snow. the scene was aboslutely amazing. when that happened, i was having lessons. actually what i care about is beautiful scenery ouside of the window rather than comparatively lousy lessons. so right after the bell, signal that class is over, rang, we rushed out of the class into dream land that may possibly occured in fairy tale. regardless of severe coldness, we enjoyed the moment on the lawn filled with expandance of snow. what a unforgettable experience.

Oooops, it is so cold today i just don't try leave my bald hands in the air. our hands in winter are always in dilemma. most of time, we use hands to do things. and if we glove hands to warm our hands, it's inconvenient to get things done. if hands are left nothing covered around them, they will undergo suffering coldness. who can invent a kind of touch sensitive glove which also can keep warm in cold driven envoronment?  

now DH has been finished. i just wait new episode coming up as soon as possible. but we don't need to concern no things to enjoy. hero, one treel hill are optimum sitcom i have choose to watch. as far as hero is concerned, i have seen the first seaons once upon a time. for some unexpected reason(i nearly didn't remember it ), it was not to be continued. and i will take the opportunity of winter vacation be on a fabulous trip of heroic world. as for one tree hill, it's about story among college students, which arouses sense of my geniality. so i would like to give it a shoot.

 

sometimes i don't want admit the truth if in fact it is truth. but how can i come to the conclusion that it's true. i am used to relfection by ways of questioning myself whether i am doing right things or not. heres comes another problem---how to set down the standards. if i am wrong, then on what basis i dare say that. it sucks thinking of such standard. it really matters when i make judgement. when i was a child, there was no needing for me thinking about it. coz mom and dad will help me tell wrong from right. yes, they can tell. so they are always in control of me, my behavior, my personality.  the way they face up to the world is the way i do. consequently, parents' englightenment grows to be chains in my brain which limites mything, enlarge my confusion. i am afraid what they think is not absolutely right. and not right things fails to serve as standard.

what a shame that most "standards" have get to be regarded as common ground by those stupid one who analyse problems thoughtlessly. it does account for a large population. what more can i say? in defence of myself, i hesitantly join the enormous group.

since almost everyone keeps moving forward in a wrong way, it makes little sense behaving normal.

 

 

am i a kinda person who is anxious? am i kinda person who is materialistic? maybe it's true. i am anxious to perfection to some extent. but perfection is equivalent of desperation. i wanna everything around me under my control. at least i am sure to perfect what should be perfect, which is driven by personality. while it embodies the good side of my code of conduct, the bad one crawls down on me as poisonous snake. on occasion, i am immersed in swamp of desperation. this moment such damn feeling attacks me all over again. i am thinkg of my future career. what's my aim in terms of career. am i qualified for the position i want. i even have know idea what kind of position suiting me most. can i rise above other competitors in interview? i question my self with quesitons of no answers. and almost each question force me stand on the verge of breaking down.

maybe i shouldn't think too much of it. what's the use of worry. forget about it, do what i should do from now on.

when the phantom of the opera wearing horrible face fell in love with the singer, i see nothing but misery. this is the main plot of <phantom of the opera>. so called phantom, Erik was born a hideous face for which his parents deserted him in the street. after that, he wandered along the road and experienced several hardships, being one member of traveling circus, escaping to Persia, helping king building wonderful palace. however, all winded up with danger of being killed. he was betrayed by those he once believed.  Erik was lonely in despair. people drew back in fear at the sight of his face. deep inside heart of Erik was his hatred to people. in such circumstance, he couldn't help falling love with Christine, a beautiful singer in opera. and his love for her grow stronger as the days went by. Christine was so kind girl that she had the heart to abandon him although she feel disgusted of imperfect face. but she just took pity on him rather than love him.

fortunately Erik has such a good and deep voice that enabled him to teach christine how to sing and have her be seated in the seat of sweet music's throne. in the end, Erik forced Christine to marry him or he would killed her lover and other innocent people in the opera. she could do nothing but agreed unwillingly to save them. now the pity has gone away. instead, it was hatred, pure hatred. Erik couldn't endure the one he truly loved hate him to death. finally, he let go of her and her lover. since then, they moved to other area, which was rumored to live a happy life. as for Erik, no one has ever met him from then on. he disappeared for good.

actually, i also take pity on the phantom as Christine did for his adversity, despair and loneliness. it's understandable he did no longer trust people. he hated people because people deserted him. he was not a truly evil inside of him. that's why in the end he gave up the girl who didn't love him. there still was conscience in his heart.

if he had been a physical-normally person, if he was real angle of music, the doom would have been avoided.

sigh~~~~~~~~