When Silence Is No Longer Golden

This is just a rewrite of a reflection I wrote on my scrapbook about my trip to Xi'An with that girl from the summer trip  on the train ride back to Beijing, with a little addition at the start (for introduction) and at the end (for closing/conclusion). Minor modifications are done to conceal names and make things clearer. (her) is actually her name in the original script. Things inside the square braces are added during the rewrite and was not in the original script. #############

Hi readers! Didn't realize it has been a month since the last time I posted! Actually there has been a lot of things happening in between (actually just the past 2 weeks had been pretty intense, the other 2 weeks were pretty boring). Just as a preview, I went to Xi'An with "the girl from the summer trip" (here onwards will be referred to as "the girl") and some bull crap happened during (or rather, after) that trip. But that's a story for another post (don't worry, this time I MOST LIKELY will post it since I already wrote the hard copy during the train ride back to Beijing). Also, last Thursday, I just experienced the first snow in my life! And it was a pretty one at that! (the rather thick kind, doesn't make you drenced if it falls on you, and can be used to build snowman and throw snowballs). Those two are not going to be about that trip, however. Just a few days ago, a monk from Indonesia came over to Beijing to celebrate Kathina with the