My pilgrimage to the West

1.Occidental Dream

Born and bred oriental, I’ve always born in mind an occidental dream. Now that I set foot on UK four years ago, this dream oversimplifies into on single destination---City of Eternity, where all roads lead to ever since the dawn of men.

In fact, I can hardly recall since when such an idea took shape and kept pulling my heartstring, also I definitely lose count on how many mornings Giallorossi was the very first word jumping to my mind. For better or worse, I take it as where I the pilgrim truly belong.

It’s bit of a weird to bring it all to light on this occasion—we are the ones who should’ve wiped the Torino side out and out in Saturday’s bitterly bloody revenge, yet it turned out, we’re the ones to wipe---with napkins unfortunately. Still, when it comes to this lifelong pursuit, I may say temporary humiliation and desperation bother not that much.

2.Eternal City

Obsession is all about grandeur. Each and every architecture coats with brilliant sunshine, vividly telling a flamboyant story. With soothing aroma flowing around, Trigoria and Stadio Olympico far surpass two sacred shrines. It is the holy spirit, the passion, the vitality, the very soul of their beloved invincible Roman Empire that calls Tifoso pilgrims flooding in. Nowhere else in this world compared to such a breathtaking place---ancientry and modernity, awake, asleep, in still, in move, galloping across space, in the passage of time dazzling through……

3.On Route

I’ve exchanged ideas with many, receiving mostly doubt, little appreciation, let alone backing. Yes, it makes no sense to them how such a remote place ever appeals to me that much, and what on earth I had been constantly fussing at.

Once devoted, understand you will. That’s why I discuss with Pippa the itinerary every now and then, both kidding and really serious---savings, expenses, Visa, accommodation, roadmap, etc. We even delved into the sheer imagination  that if I get my offer by Christmas before graduation, what are the chances to skip a tiny proportion of my last leg in university, and eventually make it happen.

Penpen, with her fresh live experience high above the arena in Amsterdam, kindly reminded me of certain items I should never leave behind---credit cards, collage(for moving Tottis to tears then happily provide their autographs, snapshots, hugs & kisses), Roma souvenirs and collections(even fake ones of Chinese mass-production…), portable self-protection instruments and helmets (actually I added these myself, sigh…), and above all---A Crystal-Clear Telescope! The truth is not only had I written them down on a piece of paper, but I had also branded those in my memory, totally sealed, no such thing as In Case.

Mentally well-prepared however, I still haven’t a faintest idea when. But sure enough, held high on top of my agenda, it will embarrass the day---quietly waiting for the right moment to fall upon.

One for all---Gratitude---My allies are always there, right beside my route, with unparalleled comfort and bliss.

4.The Beat Goes On

I like this title—Eternal Sunshine On The Spotless Mind !

Here ends those thoughts, and the essay, but never my journey far and wide……

同班mm一位暗访我博，尚不知此celiawang姓甚名谁，四处打听，方晓乃鄙人是也，遂大惊，曰：“她的博好猛！！！”。。。。。。

接下来大惊的轮到鄙人。自省地前翻后看良久，自认为虽有数篇涉及足球的言论过激少许，但整体尚可，远不具“辣手摧花，谈之色变”此般强效，积郁自心头油然而生。。。。。。打小无小家碧玉禀赋，看来以后只有多多修炼大家闺秀内功，以温柔为己任，才能避免又一出“出笔伤人”的悲剧上演=.=

ps:鬼使神差地，情绪从中午开始晴空万里，一直嘻嘻哈哈到现在。奇了怪了，真不应该呀不应该！看来我和队长一个毛病---好了伤疤忘了疼：（不过我比他更甚，队长好歹伤在一年前，可是我呢？一天前！汗。。。。。。

罪孽呀，瞧我这不端正的态度，在梦乡中继续严厉自责加深刻反省ing。。。。。。

可以这样称呼吗？

之前拍着胸脯信誓旦旦：自己已经超脱了，心如止水；但现在，听到每个词，看到每句话，还是痛，很痛......

什么时候才能麻木？我很想！

连两个操着伦敦音的解说都在拿卡萨诺的故事打趣，怎么办？？？

一报还一报...that's it......

天快亮了，睡吧......

总之本人非常非常生气！后果特别特别严重！！！

大半夜的没处发泄，又知道肯定睡不着，索性赖在书桌上，抱着篇冗长的英文文献没心没肺地一口气从头读到尾，也不知后来几点了，反正周围一片死寂，读到双眼第N次罢工，读到握笔写字都不利索，读到神志不知游离到哪里去，终于作罢。

满身沉重地睡下，还是气不打一处来！早上一睁眼起来继续这样火烧火燎的状态，延续24小时，48消失，甚至72小时！

一周都在埋头狂奋斗，不惜把命豁出去也要奋斗，要狠狠地积攒RP，等待剧烈的爆发！

真的好紧张好紧张！！！时间一分一秒越流逝，就越喘不过气来。。。

上上次这样是德比，揪心了两日，最后我们平了；

上次像这样是对蓝黑，忐忑了两天，奇迹我们赢了；

这次早早就开始症状明显，上帝最后会赐给我们一个什么样的结局呢？