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I graduated from Beijing Normal University with Bachelor's degree on Science in June 2007 as scheduled. And everything still goes on in my work. However, something is changing in my life. Randy Pausch said "When you do something young enough and you train for it, it just becomes a part of you." I started programming when I was in the third grade in primary school. It is very unfortunate that I never reached as far as I wished in the field of programming. However, a more important fact is that the experience basically imbued the spirit of programming into my body. This is the itch of programming as well as a torture for me. However, I speak this aloud as proud as I win the prize.

So I went back to program again in my leisure time or blue days. I have restarted with easy algorithm problems for a while already. So – expecting some naive programs I wrote as the first stage of java programming and some boring notes as the bug log of my program.

July 11th, Tuesday
    Pieces of music come from piano. The mapping of connection between keyboard and notes, the practice of repertoire goes everyday. Quillen is enduring my noise everyday as my piano practiced by me as a beginner on going. Every piece of music, each note and rhythm, come along with me.
    Music is not as beautiful as I imagined when practice it. Since I was very young, I started to do things I decided to do rather than I want to. I could hardly say I really love programming even the first day I started programming in the third year of primary school. I still remember the first day I started programming with LOGO language. I could hardly understand the meaning of "REPEAT" command and looking at a senior student with despair. The student is called Cui Dian, who is a fourth year boy. Pupils practice with me in the primary school including Duan Xuan, Shen Dan with the instructor Xie Meng. This road comes all along with me till today, 12 years later and I still would not stop it.
    As it goes, piano, music, and art, fall into this category – things that I decide to do. I will not give up no matter I like it or not. Even I will hate it one day, I will continue and struggle, never give up till shower stops and rainbow appears.
    That's my decision. Music goes as I decided while rhythm stops when I practiced. Here's my Hippocratic Oath that I will continue on the road of art.

July 9th, 2006 Sunday
    Statistics is becoming famous nowadays. Students from all kinds of majors enroll in Statistics class, Statistics Graduate students are most popular during job-hunting, and even PhD students take Statistics Master to guarantee a good job in the far future.
    I knew it all along. The core of statistics is finding little difference from a giant dataset or seeking for difference from the giant results pool of all kinds of statistics method. When it is almost impossible for researchers to find a break-through in science, when we have little opportunity to become Newton or Einstein because we the grandiose discovery such as the law of gravity or the relative theory, when need statistics.
    I still have confidence in science. The Statistics Phenomena is just the bottle-neck of science research. I believe in the near future we can reach the jump of scientific development and get into the new era of science.

July 7th, 2006 Friday
   
    Everyday, when I walk to Main Quad, Sequoia, Hewlett, there always dim purple grass beside me, vivid and exuberance. On this road, I met Victoria, David and so on, chatting and laughing, happily. This is the beauty of Stanford.
    One day, when I was back from class late, a faint fragrance suddenly come to me. I look around, and felt each time I come by the purple grass I would be surrounded by the aroma. I kneed down and looked into the little grass beauty. I suddenly found that's my favorite since my childhood. That's my golden times' dream of elegance and quite lavender when I was young.
    When I left my hometown, I planted lavender in the garden of my villa all over. Now I could tell my mummy, enjoy those lavender I planted for them, in the hope of healthy and happiness of my whole family, imaging it's Stanford where am I, imaging I always being with them...

July 6th, 2006 Thursday
 
    Today, I met our General Psychology instructor, a PhD student in the printing room. She is printing hundreds of pieces of paper. I thought she was goes to spread them to us. To my surprise, each of the paper is different.
    It turns out to be all the paper is for her research, something about brain and cognitive. She said she used to print out all the stuff instead of reading in the computer. Some articles are fairly short, but some are quite long. When binding articles, I really can see her joy on her face: Oh, I can learn a lot from this paper! This paper must be able to let me know a lot!
    From this accidentally experience, I learned:
    1 The first step of research for a PhD student is reading really a lot. This might be the path I'm going to experience in the near future. Can I really enjoy them?
    2 Paperless time has gone. It is really hard to change people's habit. Especially something can bring any little inconvenience, regardless how many benefits it can bring in.
    3 There is this kind of people whom I respect a lot. They go to PhD study for their life long academic career. PhD is not a kind of honor society degree. It can be side effect, but anyone who pursuits it any the single aim can never be really happy.

July 5th, 2006 Wednesday

    Ninth day in Stanford. Walking along the quiet hallways in Stanford, I was stucked by the word in the vocabulary card.

    "nirvana" - A perfect, peaceful state of mind; full satisfaction and contentment; blissfulness. In Buddhism, perfection of soul and mind through absorption into the Universal Spirit.

    This is how I feel in the moment. No matter how painful life is, this is my. I made the desicion and I face it. Holding the perfect and peaceful state of mind, get to the sound of slience in my life.

     Being happy, quiet happy.

July 4th, 2006 Tuesday

    It is independent day today. I feel so released and felt set free. Tuesday is awful for me, because I need to take classes until 10 in the evening. Missing some interesting classes though, I have got a period to recover my tense. I really felt exhausted and need a time to have a rest and a period to mitigate my emergency assignments.
    In the afternoon I went to ICME barbecue. I was told there is veggie burger. I thought they just provide extra vegetable to add in the bread. But to my surprise, the so called "veggie burger" exactly looked the same as the meat. I put my veggie burger on the fire and roast. I felt so surprised, so the organizer asked me whether I need to check the bag to make sure about it.
After dinner, some people went to San Francisco to see the fireworks. I didn't, and went home to finish my endless SAS readings.
Happy birthday, American.

    My first Sunday here. It was a happy day and it should be happy. I get up late, and had the best meal since I have been there, in my favorite Italian Restaurant Olive Garden.

    However, when the dark coming, I saw dawn covering Mountain View of Stanford from the windows. Lonely and sadness suddenly attach me. Retrospect my past times, I did nothing right. Terrible courses, problematic everywhere research, unsolved at all ACM competition. I suddenly can not sleep. I want to get up immediately and solve all the remaining issues. But I really feel exhausted and drowsy. I'm afraid I'm going to have bad dream today. No, I wish I'm not...

    However, I decide to get up early tomorrow and catch the 9 o'clock class I missed last time.

    Expecting a reincarnation...

    I had a long walk today after dinner in the dawn of evening. I put the mountain lion in my Stanford sweater pocket. It is breezy and still freezing, I almost can not feel my face. I walk to the ICME building and get back from the main court. There I see the wishing stone again, quiet, ancient and stand still.
    One the back door of ICME, a notice saying "Please do NOT open this door." It turns out to be the only door available. It just the masterpiece from some chafferer who makes fun of everyone and wants to let them try all the closed doors and confused. That's the funny and humor of American.

    The fourth day in Stanford. I don't have officially enrolled classes in Friday. So I just sit beside the floor windows and enjoy the California Sunshine outside from the 8 floor view.
    Posters for www.supost.com which is a online shop can be seen everywhere in the campus. Someone replaced the "supost" with "ebay". So funny guys and so useless net service. But, a Stanford University Special online shop can do good as well.
    I fall ill today and go sleep on 9 o’clock. When I wake up 12 hours later, I recovered. Thanks god and it is to be tomorrow’s notes.

    Thursday in Stanford is quite busy. I missed the Applied Statistics because I just registered in the morning, but practice section notification was send several days ago to students who had registered. After the Developmental Psychology, I ran to the Piano Class with the only 10 minutes intersection. But I was told I should enroll the 12A as a beginner and was required a tutor in order to help me jump into piano techniques and drill my skills. It is a stuffy and drowsy day.
    Stanford Honor Code is emphasized in every course which means strict responsible to honest, high respect to students and tough punishments to breakers. I love this, which is cruel though.

There's two stories about Stanford Bookstore for today.

    There is a Stanford Cafe in the bookstore. My favorite thing in the bookstore is that people can surf on the internet or pick up a book in the bookstore to read. That's why I would like to spend tons of time there, for I have the most convenience connection to the world through the net as well as the best connection to the book. And I could take books home and keep them forever if I want. I always order a large size cup of iced coffee and spend the entire time reading there until my next class comes.

    This afternoon I come back with several books I just brought in the morning. I wonder there might be confusion between customer's new books and books for sale. So I get to the front desk.

    "So I don't need to register my book in case confusion?"

        ----"Yes you can bring in."

    "I just curious but I really want to know do you have any security technique?"

        ----"No we don't."

    "Thank you very much, so I can take my books in."

        ----"Just don't act as if you are stealing."

    This is Stanford, under Honor Code tradition, which is friendly and kind, and always trust people.

    In the evening I went to buy my applied statistics textbook, which writes $109 above the book. And another notice says "Save 7% with your Stanford ID."

    I went to the cashier and she asked me whether in the STAT 212. I told her I am. Then she charged me about 70s. I feel strange and ask whether I could get a 7 percent discount with my student ID. In fact I am worrying about the low price I paid and she said I am buying a textbook so she has taken the Stanford Student discount for me already.

    I don't want to keep the line so I take them and go back to check the price. It turns out I was right so I tell the officer in the office room next to the book shelf. It turned out that my memory is right but price label upon a book indicates the price on the upper shelf.

    109 USD is a lot but not that much. The California sunshine in Stanford is so happy and so much freedom. When I walk home, Bell on the Hoover tower is ringing and organ started to sing.

    In fact, no thing worthies that much.

Hi everyone, this the first day finished my first GRE General Test. I just get out of the tough of the most challenging aptitude test we ever had in our human history. However, I would like to specify several of my web-spaces here:   

    www.wuyingying.com will always be the best way to locate my most recent updated place, though it is not avaliable currently for some annoying political process.

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    amused.blogcn.com is an entertainment place. A music carnival with (a) attracting gift(s) offered may soon be available there or noipwyy.blogcn.com. Or, BOTH.

    Here is my space, which is an English site. I am expecting your comments. However, articles I wrote, including comments in Chinese is NOT expected. This is not a biased requirement. Just wish anyone come to mine will not confused.

    I do expect a surprise site in the coming future. I wish all of you bless me to get it. Which will really made me cherishing it and encouraged.

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