Five years in Singapore,my mindset and the way I behave have been greatly changed.The language I use, the things I encounter,the people I see around are all unfamiliar.That makes me feel alone.When I was in my hometown ,I do not have to spend lots of effort to explore what other people are thinking because most people around me have similar background and similar idea about the world .This is really a bad habit ,as I later realized ,for no one in the world is identical to another.My new friends are getting less and less because I ｄｏ ｎｏｔ ｋｎｏｗ ｈｏｗ ｔｏ ｅｘｐｒｅｓｓ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ ａｃｃｕｒａｔｅｌｙ ｎｏｒ ｄｏ Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ａ ｓｕｉｔａｂｌｅ ｔｏｐｉｃ ｔｏ ｍａｋｅ ａ ｓｔａｒｔ．Ｏｎｅ ｃａｎｎｏｔ ｔａｌｋ ａｂｏｕｔ ｗｅａｔｈｅｒ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈｅ Ｂｒｉｔｉｓｈ ｄｏ ａｔ ａｎｙ ｔｉｍｅ．Ｉ ｓｔａｒｔ ｔｏ ｗｏｎｄｅｒ ｗｈｅｔｈｅｒ ｐｅｏｐｌｅ ｓｍｉｌｅ ａｔ ｍｅ ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｏｆ ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓｈｉｐ ｏｒ ｊｕｓｔ ｏｕｔ ｏｆ ｐｏｌｉｔｅｎｅｓｓ．Ｉstarted to fear and wanted to hide myself away from the crowd.This becomes a vicious cycle. My world is restrained.
I was suddenly woke up when one of my friend asked me how many new friend I have made over the past one year.It is painful to face my shortcomings and to make a start.I know it would be a tough journey as I ｈａｖｅ ｔｏ ｓｔｅｐ ｏｕｔ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｃｏｎｆｏｒｔ ｚｏｏｎ． Ｔｈｅ ｇｏｏｄ ｔｈｉｎｇ ｉｓ it is till not too late to start. Confucious has said that if one makes his best,even though he may not improve a lot,it is still a great effort for him. Ｉwant my smile to be less pale,Ｉwant to spend more time on my friend,I ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｈｏｌｄ ｍｙ ｏｐｐｏｔｕｎｉｔｙ ａｆｔｅｒ ａｎ ｉｎｔｅｒｖｉｅｗ,I want to understand the world,I ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｎｅｓｔ ｍｙ ｓｅｌｆ ｄｅｅｐｌｙ ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｅａｒｔｈ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｂｉｇ ｏｃｋ ｔｒｅｅ .
For me, ES2007S is not just a lesson for me to learn communication skills but a sign of a start. Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ｒｅａｌｉｚｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｎｅｅｄ ａｎｄ ａｍ ｗｉｌｌｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｍａｋｅ ａ ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｃｅ．Ｆｏｒ ｍｅ，ｃｏｍｍｕｎｉｃａｔｉｏｎ ｉｓ ｎｏｔ ｏｎｌｙ ａ ｔｏｏｌ，ｂｕｔ ｗｉｌｌ ａｌｓｏ ｂｅ ａ ｌｉｆｅｓｔｙｌｅ．Ｈｅｒｅ Ｉ ｓａｙ ｇｏｏｄｂｙｅ ｔｏ ｍｙ ｓｉｌｅｎｔ ｐａｓｔ ａｎｄ Ｉ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｗａｖｅ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ａｎｄ ｓａｙ ｈｅｌｌｏ ａｌｏｕｄ．
Ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｅｎｄ， Ｉwill attach the lyrics of one of my favorite songs, which has accompanied me through my lonely days,and encouraged me not to give up.
My life goes on in endless song
Above earth's lamentations,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
That hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear it's music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?
While though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth.
And though the darkness 'round me close,
Songs in the night it giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm,
While to that rock I'm clinging.
Since love is lord of heaven and earth
How can I keep from singing?
When tyrants tremble in their fear
And hear their death knell ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near
How can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging,
When friends by shame are undefiled
How can I keep from singing?
