This week seems the longest week I’ve been. There are too many things irritates me, such as villains around me, my unsteady mood, my poor teeth, my uncertain future. Today is also Taiwanese baseball fans’ sadness time, our national hero in MLB, Wang, lost his pitch suffering from opponent Blue Jays. There is one another thing I’m not satisfied with. I’ve read English for at least 2 hours a day though I can’t feel is there anything difference to me. Am I making a good progress or just stay in the same place, or even regress in worse one?

I’ve read a novel written by a famous author, Haruki Murakami. It’s amazing that I read a book with whole written words without any photographs, especially this one, “novel”. I always think reading must be beneficial to our wits or useful knowledge. What books I bought looked so practical but actually they were not interesting but kind of boring. So this kind of articles I’ve been long time ignoring them. After reading this book, I feel relaxed and discovered there are so many things I could ponder over. It’s so nice!