philosophie.

Today, I think I need to start this BIG thing.

yahoo. no bed for 24h straight.

Greetings from the beautiful Vancouver! After an eight-hour flight from NYC to Vancouver with an overlay in San Fran, not being able to sleep on a bed for 24 hours, playing a concert, I am finally IN A BED! And a very big and comfy one too. :)

Obviously, I feel like a zombie right now and I am pining to SLEEP. But before that, I just wanted to use this netbook lend to me by the super Rob while my computer screen is forever sunken in the pinkness, to say HELLO and share my excitement of being back here in Vancouver. There were so many things that came up to my mind, of many many things, I had been dying to share with you all.

Tomorrow, a day off. My plan? Sleep in like there’s no tomorrow, then get up, have some breakfast in the afternoon probably, enjoy the beautiful and scarce sunny weather here and STUDY for my midterm which will happen a few hours after I go back to NYC. With that said, I am very much looking forward to tomorrow. Basking in the sun and such sweet and familiar dreamy aroma of Vancouver’s air.

random thought of the day

Today, I sudden thought of something.

I feel that in the Chinese culture, people put themselves into such a submissive role when confronting the “masters”: of the famous, of the established, of the accomplished. They almost consecrate these people and deem them as gods, not questioning any of their ability or their talent at the given field in which these people flourish.

That is not to say, I don’t give any respect for famous people. But it has dawned on me that in the Chinese culture, people don’t really care to, or perhaps don’t know how to tell whether they really appreciate something or simply proclaiming that they appreciate it because it’s “famous”. People seem so eager to subejct themselves to agreeing to the famous because of its unseen authority in the field – be it music, art, literature.

Sometimes it drives me mad.

Or, the other extreme is to deprecate the famous with reasons given by some other famous source of critics.

I wonder why it is so difficult to read/listen/experience something, and if one doesn’t like it, simply just say, it’s not my cup of tea and walk away with respect.

I think the latter is not a specialty of the Chinese.

Okay it’s getting late and my brain is blanking out. Good night.

computer is..

My computer screen as pinked out!!

It means whenever there’s text area, it’s all pink and is very very difficult to read – my brain hurts after a few minutes of reading it. Luckily I’m going back to Toronto in two weeks and I can bring it back to BestBuy to, hopefully, get it fixed.

I fear that update won’t be so often until I get my computer fixed, or get a new computer (ah!!). But all in all, life is super enjoyable here in New York; I’m loving the short distance between school and home.:)

New York, it’s just you and me now.

Time felt so slow for the past two weeks yet now, it feels so fast.

I had rearranged the boxes in my room – have you ever thought there’s any use for being good at playing the “box-mover” game (or whatever it is called in English)?

Now, Sophie needs to  invent her own menu for healthy and fast food (I don’t mean actual “fast food” – okay, with the except of cup noodles, but it’s yummy sometimes). As well, a feasible daily schedule she can benefit from as well as keep.

I’m pretty excited! Sad.. that Rui is gone.. but pretty excited about leading with New York on my own.

Today is September 1st.
I remember how excited I was… must have been 16 years ago when I was to begin my first grade on this day.

Sometimes Rui and I took long walks, and maybe it was yesterday, I suddenly felt the Autumn breeze brushed against my ears and whispered hello. I suddenly felt I’m welcomed by the city, and I feel like I’m almost a New Yorker.

Karl told me once that autumn is the most beautiful season in New York. Isn’t there a song also called “Autumn in New York”? Something about walking in this city in the season of fall puts one in a trance of distant reminiscence – in the memories of ours, and the city’s, and a transcendental memory from everyone else who ever came in contact with this place.

Love. That is all and everything in my heart.