April 2011
What I love about Chinese culture:
-Medicine and herbal tea
-Zen
-Feng shui aesthetics
-Rice
-The art of cooking as something that heals and unites
-The art of warfare
-Chinese New Year lasts 15 days
-The emphasis on colour and detail
-The Chinese Zodiac
-Classic tales that leave you a lot less disillusioned than fucking Disney ones
-The fact that a woman was NEVER limited to how she looks
-Post-Communist pop art
-Our way of saying hello is, “Have you eaten?” Sums up all there is in life.
What I love about French culture:
-There is no battle of the sexes, men and women genuinely love each other
-French women celebrate their womanhood rather than condemn it
-Their insistence on eating fresh foods in season
-“Le Travailler” can be translated in English to both work AND torture
-Their appreciation for the implicit, the ambiguous and the unspoken
-The art of living
-The art of seduction
-Photography
-Existentialism
-Perfume
-Self-containment coupled with the ability to shrug and say “C’est la vie.”
-A general disbelief in anything pre-packaged or one size fits all
-Being fiercely individualistic is a good thing
They better use a good photo of me for my funeral. I don’t want people’s last image of me to be one in which I’m blinking or sneezing.
Yep! it’s also by Li Bai. 无题, basically used for chatting up ze wimminz.
Lift head watch bright moon
Bow head think hometown.
Body doesn’t have phoenix’s bright coloured pair of wings
Heart has sacred unicorn’s heartbeat.
I can’t believe I’m actually reading Chinese poetry to de-stress.
it was from nickelodeon, drake and josh! did you watch that series?
And maybe all our truths will be lies someday, but I don’t care about that now.
PRESS PLAY AND FUCKING SING IT
DO NOT PRETEND YOU DON’T KNOW THE WORDS TO THIS
Sadly I have to admit that I do. /Slump
not because of Dylan McDermott (although he is a big incentive)
33 degrees today and I can’t stop sneezing without a sweater.
Waaaaa I don’t wanna keep studying after I get my degree! I want a normal, 20something year old life where I can actually have a social life and do things I like in my free time rather than guilt trip myself for not refreshing my notes in between meals and bus rides! I KNOW it’s good to get a master’s degree, but I simply cannot imagine having to go through everything I’m experiencing right now, on top of a 9 to 9 work schedule at the AG’s chambers!
Is having a return to normalcy too much to ask for?
My whole life is being planned out for me.
ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, at least I’m not living in the 1800s where I’d be married off to some random wanker on my 16th birthday just so I can spend the rest of my days scheming to get rid of my husband’s other concubines.
YES YES YES I WANT TO GO! I WANT TO FIND ILLUMINATI SYMBOLS IN THEIR FOUNTAINS MUHAHAHAHAHA
1. Tennishero — Alone
2. Cloud ft. Yoanna — Thinking of You
3. Dimitri from Paris — Not Quite Disco
4. Flower of Cables — Alright
5. Kaskade — Nobody Else
6. Plej — Safe Place
7. Samantha James — Breathe You In (Kj’s Soulful Mix)
8. Starchaser — A New Society
9. Hybrid — Finished Symphony (Deadmau5 remix)
10. Praful — Inspiracao
(In all honesty, no.10 makes me want to go to Cafe Del Mar and nurse a midori sour but the beat helps me to keep writing.)
Me: Ehhhhh I don’t like Marxism.
Him: Justify yourself.
Me: Any theory that tells me I can’t buy Louis Vuitton bags is a theory I don’t wanna subscribe to.
Him: You’re misreading Marxist Theory. Marx is saying that everybody should have a Louis Vuitton bag, not just the bourgeoisie, which is YOU.
Nobody walks into a shoe store and orders a pair of shoes that are two or three sizes too small for their feet, unless they want to limp around in pain.
Funny that so few people apply this to their choice in partners. Trying to change someone is like hoping that your size 38s will one day see how loving and patient you are, and then decide to shrink to 36.
And then after all the blisters and the varicose veins, they complain that the pair they bought treated them horribly.
Maybe one day I’ll understand.
Personally, I find it hilarious when my lecturer refers to Patti Boyd as Layla.