Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Virginia Woolf

For Hours I've been sitting in science library reading a required reading piece by Virginia Woolf. It's kind of perculiar to, and in the same time I do very much enjoy in, reading literatures in Science libraries, in a sense that this place looks more humane than the so called humanity library. There's an area under the glass ceiling. Sun shined through it in the afternoon and raindrops fell during the evening hours--the punching sound formed a symphony. At another wall of the "chemical abstracts" selection there hangs a painting by Kantinski. The reading was enjoyed in a spacious reading room with a not-too-short tree (might be a real one or a fake one, but it looks like a real tree).

I'm living in an era that is almost a hundred years away from the one of Woolf's, which made some of her description of that era she lived in seems informational to me. Women used to be surpressed, and it's ongoing, despite the fact that we preaches equality in thsi "equal and free country". Women should not be the protected and inferior sex, as Woolf complained. To me,well, I do respect women. "cos we all came from a woman got a name from a woman...."(Tupac Amaru Shakur, rapper).

nov 29

george there's nothing to laugh about, my english is better than your chinese. I'm preplexed now and not knowing what to write for today's entry because of the incident last evening. I guess I'll keep my big mouth shut for the whole day and let my soul talk. no more information is going to be leaked now. ciao, au revoir, auf weidersehen

Monday, November 28, 2005

Writing Everyday

I received some writing tips during the Thanksgiving family party. There was a chinese lady with an age I sense that is a little younger than my mom. She was porfessional in russia since very young; and after she moved to america she has to pick up english from scratch. This cost her 10 years to learn her 3rd language but she did and became professional at last. As the tip she gave me, I think I'm going to write everyday consistantly from today to achieve the high english level. Today is day 1.

you, the audience of my blog, will witness this progress of mine as time goes by. I'll thank people who read this blog often more.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Thanksgiving

我 就知道这次感恩节回纽约得出事,结果正如预料得一样。五个月过去了,我已经几乎能够想开了,尤其是前两个星期,可这次感恩节一见到她,所有的感觉却都回来 了。没什么奇怪的,我早就预料到了。但是预料到了并不一定说是愿意接受。因为已经几个月没见到她了,这次一见面她又激活了我脑海里她以前的印象。我们和其 他人一起去看百老汇剧。最后送她回家的时候,我说着说着话,她突然迅速的拉住我的手,一双蓝蓝的眼睛看着我和我说再见,之后就这样在我完全被动的时刻她的 手从我的手中滑走,转过墙角,不见了。我就在那里看着,看着什么呢?背影?连背影也走了啊!说呆望着比看着贴切些吧。

她不懂中文,看不懂,呵呵,我还安全。

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Goodness of people

I thought I believe in the goodness of people and I always believed. Left my poland spring out since and was stolen today proved that some shitty thing about humanity, at least, that when you see something untendered and no one was around, will you take it away?

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Postmodern Existentialism, à Bologna

Virginia Woolf,
Virginia Woolf,
Whoohoo!
$ < , "
Je ne sais pas,
tsk tsk tsk tou,
Now I'm presenting my poem above,
Is it a poem.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Je ne veux pas travailler; J'aime Vélo

Couple of things: Pink Martini (band) is great, and I love cycling.
Just came back from a trip Binghamton-Cocklin with estimates 20-25 miles. This was my first group riding with other two who are cycling maniacs in Bing. Along with my wheel spinning the sceneries moving backward too: Cows, Farmland, Factories; Blue sky was was always above and the Susquehanna Rivever always by my side. Tiresome meanwhile enjoyable.
This dude lu wang sent me the song Sympatique by Pink Martini to me and since then I have been addicted to it. It mixed with the exotic sensation of france, spain, italy and perhaps a little arab and japan in one album. That's great not only becasue of the cosmopolitan thing I always talknig about, the music rhythm itself has already made them fantastic; plus the feeling of a foreign culture, no wonder it made me intoxicated. Now take a rest, get away from those noisy rocks you used to listen because of yourself or perhaps peer pressure, listen some REAL music and wash your soul.
Viva La Musique.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Happy 1111

day for Singles! Kitty Forman in That 70's Show said:"Love is like the meatballs, it makes spaghetti tasts better; but spaghetti without meatballs is still spaghetti.", Love is unpredictable and sometime unreasonable. For those of us who are still singles, be proud. Even if there's no one be your gf/bf, you'll still have to appreciate yourself!
However it's not a lifelong commitment, people still should get out of this single club and look for your own happiness. well, good luck, pour le monde et moi.
voila

Monday, November 07, 2005

2:09, Nov 7th, 2005

so here I am at 2 o'clock in the morning typing letters to form my new entry. My roommate is sleeping soundly there. He went to a bar and had a hangover today. Many thoughts keeps me awake, most of which are about myself. I had an interesting conversation with one of my earliest friend, about how we pick up dragonflies by the river when we were like 4 or 5; and another vignettes is we both sitting on the back seat of our parents' bikes, she:"I'm six now!" Me:"no, you are not, I'm not even six, and my birthday is before yours!" she:"My mom said I'm six now!". What a cute memory.
These days I've been searching something inside me, something supports my spirit: my passion. Complaining is useless and I profoundly understood this concept nevertheless it still sounds like as if I am complaining. I wrote stuff to myself to remind me my goal; I cut paper that wrote:"dream big" and placed on my desktop;I think and think. The good part has yet to come.
College life is well and sometime not so smooth. I would chill in my boredom most of the days and could barely meet someone whom I can talk to. School work is sometimes pointless: the logic part is perfect for me, the writing part destroys me, regardless of how hard I try. It will pay off eventually. How far is it away from that eventually? I don't know, I am waiting and seeking for my comeback.