En-Li is currently studying Law (LLB 3 Years) at the University of Warwick.
En-Li apologizes for not updating her blog as too many things have been happening at once.
En-Li is settling in quite nicely thank you very much.
En-Li had tons of fun in London and is missing it quite a lot (much love to Shaun, Nick, Jas, Ju and everyone she saw in London)
En-Li is very annoyed at DanielHo because he is being an ASS.
En-Li is VERY PROUD of her Chinese name because half the people in the Uni call her "Alexis".
En-Li shall not say so much anymore because she has kinda lost the blogging feel at the mo'.
En-Li is in the midst of putting up a slideshow of all her pictures.
An analogy: We are like tiny little boats that just survived a raging storm. Picture the boats floating near shore; rather precariously because (whether known or unknown to the boats) there are really sharp rocks just underneath the surface of the water. Any slight movement will cause the bottom of the boats to graze the rocks below. There IS the option of floating a little bit out to sea; away from the rocks, but no, the boats aren't gonna do that - because it is the first step to the unknown. Who knows what storms might rage?Let's say a storm happens, and the boats get tossed about violently (again). Ultimately, they end up where they started which is near shore, just as precarious as before. What's the point of venturing out in the first place when its highly probable that the boats will end up in the same place?
...Of course, if the boats are lucky, and they DO survive the second storm, and the storm actually brings them to new horizons...well then good for them eyy?
The question is this, do you dare venture out into the unchartered sea that has already treated you so unkindly before in hopes of better horizons?
lols.mel that was roughly what we were saying right?
EnLi.
19.
complicated is synonymous.
so NOT the prim and proper lady.
chocolates and crisps<3.
on the brink of a new chapter in life
and you're coming with me:)
::On the sea::
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often 'tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be mov'd for days from where it sometime fell,
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vex'd and tir'd,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinn'd with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody -
Sit ye near some old Cavern's Mouth, and brood
Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs quir'd!
- John Keats