Well, 2006 means a lot to me. Every year has its unique meaning. In 2005 I began to practice in the hospital, and tired myself like a dog. I spent 2004's Xmas and New Year's Eve in Spain, where all restaurants and boutiques were closed then and hungered me like a refugee. In 2003 I visited Saitama in Japan as an exchange student. In 2002 I had the most joyful travelling experience in France. However, I just never, never, met so many groovy and characteristic boys as in 2006. To these boys, I must be nothing but a passer-by in their colorful world and never occurred to them after I left their sights in the rest of their lifetime. Yet you impressed me so much, boys. Ha ha...... It sounds that only boys are worth mentioning in this year. No. I also met numerous fancy and stylish girls, too, especially in this department. But they are just, aah, hard to explain. These beautiful girls are civil servants. They all have glorious academic and educational background. They are decorous, experienced, learned, and aware. They own admirable titles and salary. Their hairstyles, bags, and dressings cost more than my whole year's wages. (Poor Oscar....) Most important of all, they barely give me a damn. I'm too childish and fresh to them. In front of them I'm like a fool. Boys are different. We can communicate. To name one, my senior officer, Donald, the guy toasting in the center of the picture most above. He used to be a chest surgeon of fame, and now he works in our bureau as a senior specialist. He has been on a run since I met him, from the office to the graduate school (he is still studying), from dealing with government documents to keeping up with our Director-General's changeable new ideas. While for all these, he tries to keep a good temper, and has been nice with his subordinates, to name one, me. Donald is very natural, in contrast to most officials being airy, chichi, and snobby. Knowing such a nice guy, I wish him a merry life and a blessed family. Two New-Yorkers to mention for their outstanding manners and looks, compared to vulgar and crude me. One of them is a dentist graduated from NYU, and the other is a chiropractor practiced two years already in New York. They serve their substitute service the same as I do now. Their height is more than 180, and they have regular workouts. They lived in New York for a long time and got their doctor degree there, good enough to overlook all the others including me in this department. What provokes my envy more, they have double eyelids, pronounced countenance, nearly ivory complexion, and bewitchingly incorrect Mandarin accent. I and they two met barely three or four times so far. I shunned them purposely, honestly. Standing near them embarrasses and shames me I think, for reminding people how short, weak, feminine, and bold I am. Their existence doom me to a gloomy spot-- funny Oscar, your English is poor, and you are not even masculine. Forgettable Oscar.
By the way, last night's feast was really a lot of fun. Calories, trash food, and artificial sweeteners always make me high. Colleagues around me were nice, too. They made me feel like at home. Oh, thank you all.
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