Wednesday, February 29, 2012
pescetarian. remember we stopped eating meat after watching The Corporation, I'll start being a pescetarian. or like one of the TED talks say, one can also be weekday vegetarians. it's so great to get to know some people better. had a really enjoyable volunteering session and creative writing class. really! supervision was a little :| but gave me much better directions to improve the essay. reading beautiful blogs' too satisfying. what people create is so beautiful. I miss the view from the hotel room of ikebukuro, clear winter sky over Tokyo. Courage, the original definition of courage, when it first came into the English language -- it's from the Latin word cor, meaning heart -- and the original definition was to tell the story of who you are with your whole heart./Brené Brown
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Did way too little work.
The cat is so cute, I want to revisit him, reminds me of Lausanne.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Had a reassuring class on the essay we are writing on : ) thankfully. now I just have to make sure I can write it up well, which is a real challenge. Then a seminar on Surrealism, Expressionism and Picturebook. It's often difficult to take off the pedagogical hat, and put on the literary analysis hat, to think of 'how' the picturebook achieved certain effect or allow certain unique modes of engagements instead of what the picturebooks are about.
I was in an impressionist painting last night in my dream, so tired that I couldn't even gathered myself to crawl home from st. johns. i miss soaking myself in the hk summer rain. as if letting nature paint on my body. for now, let me enjoy a moment with my dear animals that are sitting next to the soothing flowers. How do they think of my version of summer rain? cute video
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
在scotland 還下雪呢。好彩在Criminology Library 過了一個下午。那是一個好的圖書館，有白爪魚同學的同類。(pic)
“Sometimes,' said Pooh, 'the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”
― A.A. Milne
Friday, February 17, 2012
apart from my magical community in niigata, here's another mysterious network, of old British families, half term holidays in the estates with hand-painted wallpaper and all those. We visited a family friend's home, also a Cambridge grad, from the same faculty, but some forty years ago. They are a musical family, in fact, they have their own organ at home...We have fresh flowers in the bedroom, and finished reading the book while having a bath, strange mix of fiction and reality, of the conversation about the family friend's son, and my host dad's brother, who both sort of got mental issues while in Cambridge, 'problems with being too smart' they say, exactly what happened to the character in the book I bought this morning committed suicide while he was in cambridge. it's difficult to describe how beautiful the Scottish estates are, imagine Mr Darcy's estate in Pride and Prejudice