That Place Called Dream

Found this set of pictures, in fact there are about 10000. This is the exact little fishing village where my film project will take place next spring. I think I love it already ;)

Every time, just when I think I have hit the absolute rock bottom, something good would happen, and lift me out of it. Like this week, on Tuesday I was sure that I'm too stupid to ever survive in this industry because I cannot do 49 times 49 in two seconds in my head and the fact that I didn't go to Harvard, but today, two phone calls later, I'm almost convinced again that I'm worth something in this field. Still, much persuasion and perfect interview techniques are needed , tomorrow and next Tuesday. At the end of the day, the lesson learned: Never doubt who you are and what you are capable of. Even when nobody believes in you, you have to believe in yourself. Oh the cheesy truth ;)

I passed by Lincoln Center on my way to lunch today. Apparently the film society is showing a collection of Ang Lee's work. From the more well known Brokeback Mountain and Crouching Tiger, to the lesser known Ride with the Devil, and Sense and Sensibility. I always liked Ang Lee's films and his never ending quest of human suppression. Sometimes, it works, sometimes it doesn't. Such theme is not always suitable for different genre of films, but it is indeed an Ang Lee staple.

Forget Blockbusters, Sense and Sensibility is a well made film, but it definitely has more character of Emma Thompson than Ang Lee. Lust, Caution is unfortunately a rather unsuccessful adaptation of the famously complex and well written short story. If I'd recommend one thing from the series, it will probably be Eat Drink Man Woman. Besides Woodstock which I haven't seen, this is by far the best Ang Lee film.

Peanuts is Back!!!

Definition of "peanuts": the usually reliable, unsecured wireless network that I have been having a love and hate relationship with lately mainly due to its week long strike.

About 3 days after I re-ordered a tmc internet service, (its also about the time that I'm getting ready to say goodbye to peanuts, forever,) it magically appears on the lower right corner of my screen with faster than ever service and an almost apologetic attitude .... I'm angry at the strike and all the inconvenience that it caused me, but I still took it back, reluctantly.... which is how I'm able to write this entry at this very moment.

As you probably can sense by now, this is an entry about nothing, (except peanuts) but still, thanks for reading. The number of my almost regular readers is up to 4, so I thank all 4 of you for your kind supports! Great night everyone!

After spending the entire afternoon at Starbucks working on that never ending to-do list of mine, I finally feel satisfied that this has been a semi-relaxing but mostly productive day. Now with my eyes dry, stomach complaining, its rather difficult to write something fun or entertaining. So I give you this:

As we grow older, so many memories are buried under new ones. We become so consumed in our own life and our own experience that sometimes we forget about the people who once mattered so much to us, and all of their stories that once fascinated us. I couldn't help but wonder, how important is our past? If our past makes us who we are today, when we are losing it, are we losing ourselves?


---From my journal folder, July 3rd, 2008

Have a Great Weekend!

Both By Karl lagerfeld, Fendi Fall 2009

I wanted to blog fairly badly in the last two days but have been too busy to do so. Sometimes, stories lose their appeals after as little as a day. What I consider to be amusing yesterday seems rather normal today.

Some days when I'm really tired, I wonder about my place in life. Other times I take it as it is. Right now, life, is working up the courage to smile and speak confidently to strangers; it is waking up everyday at 7 in the morning; it is what is said on that tiny little business card of mine; and it is that daily caffeine injection topping countless skipped meals.

At the end of the day, one person's hell is surely another person's heaven ;)

The Weird World that We Live In

We always say that we live in a gray world because most matters in life are not black and white. But sometimes, you must have a clear stand because gray is just intolerable.

• It is wrong to call a murderer/terrorist an activist.

• It is wrong to mix politics with art, for the sole purpose of buzz generation.

• It is wrong to honor/worship a devil, for instigating such ethnic violence is an unforgivable crime
  

I hate to bring politics into this blog, but I'm left with no choice. Anyone who's still interested in seeing the film, go ahead. Believe it or not, we, as citizens of a controversial country, are not brain washed by the government as many would suggest. All I can ask, is for you to see it with an open mind. As of for me, I believe in the numbers. The death toll and its nature is where the truth lies.

Life Of A Host

She cleaned, she shopped, and she prepared. Now she's sitting in front of the computer blogging while sipping a bordeaux, patiently waiting for the arrival of her guests. For some reasons, she thought of Mrs. Dalloway for a second. Oh, fresh flowers, that's why ;) Only, this will be a good night, good company, good wine, and good conversation.....

Thank God It's weekend

I had multiple "devil wears Prada" moments before I even had breakfast this morning. First stop, about 1 minute after giving me an excel task, my boss gently reminded me that "I don't mean to rush you, but this really shouldn't take more than 5 minutes". Just as I'm scrambling all over the place and thinking that I'm such a idiot for not possessing lightning speed, he demanded an article from wsj in which we do not have a subscription for. Of course, this is my problem, not his....

So, a big thanks to my good friend B, who picked up the phone so early in the morning to save me from having a heart attack. You are too kind.

The rest of the day was not as intense as the morning but busy still. My to-do list for Monday was running long before I finally left work at 6pm. I interviewed two girls in the afternoon, both nervous, unprepared, and spoke broken English. We end up deciding to hire the second girl, for her Columbia MBA status, for her ability to do analysis on excel, and for not giving me a two-page resume. As I write the acceptance email, I secretly wish she'd do better on the job than during the interview. After all, I have a little soft spot for my own people ;)

Off to a quick drink, have a wonderful weekend!