I didn't write diary yesterday because I wrote the Chinese version instead and I had no appetite to write the same thing again in English. It's funny that I should have explained to myself. But promise is promise, I've said that I would stick to it as possible as I can.
I spent the whole day listening to the recording MP3 of what I had interviewed last week in Hefei. While listening, I took some notes and drafted the report in my mind. Even though several reporters had written their story. I'm confident enough that mine will be eminent. My age and experience makes me have a deeper understanding of life. And it's not a writing competition. Most of Chinese are unfamiliar with donating bodies. The more reports, the better. I'm supposed to finish within this week.
I swam for a while yesterday afternoon. There's still something wrong with my knee joint. I feel uncomfortable again. Actually, I deserve it. Because I wore short pants last Monday, and my knees got cold once more before they restore to health completely.
I'm getting anxious once more. I suppose to begin writing my applications this month but 6 days have passed and I wrote nothing at all. Qian'er persuaded me to give up my work last night. It's meaningless, I know. She said our youth was limited and should not be wasted, I know. After I finished the two reports on my hand, I will focus on my own business. There's little time left.
