Writing the last chapter, standing

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It's been quite a while since I consciously paid attention to usage, style, grammar, and new vocabulary while reading. The habit of constant language learning I had as a English learner/English major in China seems long gone. Not that my English has improved to such a stage that learning is no longer as necessary as before; it's just boredom, I guess, as if you keep eating/drinking something regularly. At last its initially exciting taste will become part of your breath, your daily routine, and will no longer bring any sensation to tongue, like rice, or green tea... Anyway, to break from this boredom and situation of unlearning--

this morning, I decided to buy a copy of Garner's Modern American Usage sometime soon and to start seriously reading NYT's Grammar and Usage column every Tuesday.

Yes, i need to do something, instead of indulging myself in self-questioning.

路上的张灯结彩的装饰慢慢都拆掉了，
年节过后的寥落，Eugene都感觉得到，
我说，没关系，我们回家还是可以开我们自己的小彩灯啊，
他说好，但我知道那种同意里的无奈味道。

我今年很乖地给各地的导师们写新年快乐的邮件，
并各处表决心说明近期工作计划，无非借此督促自己
完成了结计划。
对，就是这八年的了结。
多少年前，到南京联谊的台湾小学姐，
在给我的小小卡片上写时光匆匆，曾经不再之类的话，
今天怎么竟想起。
十几岁，当时自有天真的沧桑体会，
现在，更多索然，不再轻易感叹。