I'm doing the project budget right now and the number's driving me crazy. Puff. That's why I study history.
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Numberphobia
I'm doing the project budget right now and the number's driving me crazy. Puff. That's why I study history.
Adéu, Barcelona!
a way to farewell the city you love, hmmm
A English girl I met in Hualian once said that she's glad that London didn't keep me off the UK. Well, he probably not as lovely, cheerful, sunny as Barcelona, a bit morbid, quirky, sort of old-school, to be honest. Still, I love him and long for another journey with him.
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
The three-day weekend
Dear Friend,
It could be quite easy to sum up this three-day holiday weekend. Satisfying and consequently depressing.
Had a birthday party Friday night, hangover Saturday morning, a Sunday invigilation, earned 3000, an extra morning to sleep late and spent the rest with movies, lots of movies.
I feel unconsciously happy in the birthday party and so touched by everything you've done for me. Lots of old friends and new ones coming, the cake, hugs and kisses, gifts and cards, drinking and dancing. I was surrounded by friends, at bar or in the club. Strangely I felt sad after the bash.
The following three days I felt a great deal of selfish solicitude for my conscious solitariness. It could be the overwhelming happiness that came over me, so consummate that it consumed the residual warmth.
You mentioned the postcards I sent when traveling alone. "Table for one, please'. Hopefully it would probably become a fashion. Dining alone, drinking alone, dancing alone. Traveling alone in this sense would not be so antisocial.
We're single, proudly and with dignity.
I listened 11 times of Matthew Perryman Jones's "Amelia".
It could be quite easy to sum up this three-day holiday weekend. Satisfying and consequently depressing.
Had a birthday party Friday night, hangover Saturday morning, a Sunday invigilation, earned 3000, an extra morning to sleep late and spent the rest with movies, lots of movies.
I feel unconsciously happy in the birthday party and so touched by everything you've done for me. Lots of old friends and new ones coming, the cake, hugs and kisses, gifts and cards, drinking and dancing. I was surrounded by friends, at bar or in the club. Strangely I felt sad after the bash.
The following three days I felt a great deal of selfish solicitude for my conscious solitariness. It could be the overwhelming happiness that came over me, so consummate that it consumed the residual warmth.
You mentioned the postcards I sent when traveling alone. "Table for one, please'. Hopefully it would probably become a fashion. Dining alone, drinking alone, dancing alone. Traveling alone in this sense would not be so antisocial.
We're single, proudly and with dignity.
I listened 11 times of Matthew Perryman Jones's "Amelia".
Epic
Amazing photos taken by Chrostian Stoll
The world we're living is changing in an unimaginable way, physically speaking. So is art, culture, literature, and many things that we used to take for granted. I see a senselessness derived from the high reliance on technology and the comfortable numb with convenience of modern metropolitan life from Stoll's work. As if we're safe and satisfying living in a gigantic machinery.
How clam, how cruel, how callous. And so true.
Golden Horse Fantastic Film Fest - Here we go again
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Here we go again.
A dear friend said that the schedule of those annual film fest and art events and that sort of culture thing is the way she counts the day. What a lifestyle.
I'm with you, dear.
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