I have a friend named Kwan Sing, also known as Jun, Fay, Favila, Claire or Varenik. Sometimes she is a young student sitting bleary-eyed on the steps waiting for the study room to open. Sometimes she is a middle-aged projector controlling a machine in the corner of the big screen. Sometimes she is an old woman fishing by the lake. Everything about her has changed a lot. But call her Kwan, Sing, or Jun, she will always answer; call her little girl, sister, aunt or teacher she will also answer. She often uses the name Jun and the appearance of a young girl with shawl curly hair that is unusually blue highlighted. She likes to wear a Burgundy sweater over her blouse,  a black schoolbag slung over loose trousers, the cuffs of which rolled up half-inch. An unkind face -- lips are often closed, eyes are too sharp. Subconsciously she do not linger on others for a long time, and her fingers tapping quickly on the stitches of her pants.
Her main occupation is student. At present, She is doing her favorite theoretical research at a brilliant lab. Occasionally write something, mostly to put no pour out of the desire to express. Here is her 2022 summary:
"I've been living a life that wasn't quite right for the past year. I make too many meaningless expressions, often sleep late, often eat and drink too much. In bed like a faint slumber, in the study room like a mushroom parasitic. Half the time I am a slave to the emotions, give a vicious kick in some bad things, occasionally crying. The road has not been found, the goal is still very vague, although I want to move forward. The pocket was almost empty, while many ideas were born, most of which under bloody C-sections.  I took photos of much sunset and rare sunrise. The pitiful flow of youth is up for price in lines of formulas and experimental reports, and occasionally stretches its body in whimsous travel and creation. Even when look at it, I feel sad and shameful. But if rewind the life, I don't have much to regret because I have tried my best most of the time. Now my pillow for dream is not moldy yet. Thinking of this, the whole person settled down again. Well, a New Year is new. With less than a week to go, let's make the last week of 2022 bright."