It's better to paddle your own canoe

Mozart, Mass in C major, k317, Coronation and Edwin Penhorwood, An American Requiem, both memorable but the rest of the program was boring at best. Thank god I had so much on my mind and good company who thought even reading the playbill was more fun than listening to that....Jersey choir boys, go back to where you from pleaaaaaaaaase!

Nothing else is worth documenting, yes my reader(s?), I'm experiencing writer's block.

One last random story before bed: After a big "disagreement", it's nice to send flowers. But if the two people in war, wait, I meant disagreement, are separated by an ocean, some Miyazaki potted plants can bring a smile out too.

From the idiot who sent picture flowers...

Theater Buddy

The story is simple. I like the theater. G likes the theater. No one else around us like the theater. With that said when we finally met through a mutual friend, it was an instant click. (sparkly eyes sparkly eyes!)

The first time was charming. She picked The Fantasticks, witty yet heartfelt.

When it was my turn to pick, of course I went for the one play that I have been dying to see, I mean, who would not want to see "an exploration of life in the Jewish artists' ghetto created by the Naziz in the Czech town of Terezin during World War II"??

So we went, to the premier of The Sign of Life. There was me, my red swollen eyes from semi-controllable weeping and my new German friend......

80后都奔三了

80后都奔三了。 最近听到这句话总是百感交集，有点想哭的悲壮。

没人能懂。 记忆中的一些碎片，曾经的憧憬，以前的未来。 每个时代有每个时代的标志，翻着三毛，听着范晓萱长大的小孩，曾经在课桌下看新概念作文选，为一些只有那个年纪才会心痛的安妮宝贝的文字而心痛。 迷恋过咖啡，甚至迷恋过涅磐这两个字。 有过无数个写不满的笔记本，甚至带锁的那一种。 曾经感叹韩寒，看着他直觉得我们的未来更加光明。 当然，那时我们还年轻，年轻到只会用互联网上九城，聊天，看卫斯理，年轻到90后还不存在。

不知不觉地，一切都变了，不再有时间为生活中的小情节唏嘘感叹，不再把喜欢的东西抄在笔记本上，没有时间去感觉，因为生活要么激情，要么混沌，反正冷漠是必需品。 唯一过去留下的痕迹只有名字，懂的人自然会懂，不懂的更不必解释。

一直是这样，心安理得的接受着变化，却不曾想，这都是长大的标记。 直到听到这句话，原来， 曾经最年轻的一代已经迈向中年了。 该成名的都出名了，该成家的都抱孩子了，大家开始给压岁钱了，开始讨论如何养父母了，韩寒说，“以前的媒体总是批评80后，可现在你听不到这样的声音，因为现在的媒体都是80后了。” 十年一瞬间，我们的社会角色都变了。

说了这么多，还是找不到想哭的原因。 难道是在感叹抓不住的时间吗？省省吧。

一直说现在很好，因为我不是会回头感叹过去美好的人。未来会更好，至少我还很理性的活着。

For the longest time, I was fully convinced that nobody actually care to read this blog. My bestfriend found this "girlie stuff" very uninteresting. My boyfriend went as far as blaming the internet block in china. Sometimes ago I watched this Elizabeth Gilbert speech. She talked about the pressure of the creative process, especially after one has achieved somewhat of a success. After securing one nearly regular reader who actually finds this blog funny, I FULLY understand what Elizabeth must be going through now! It is so much pressure to get to the next level. Oh my! What I have to do to get a second reader now?? What if my only irregular reader starts to find this boring?

Ok, maybe I'm over-analyzing the situation and it's definitely absurd comparing what I do here to the work of a professional writer. Still, its MY blog! I shall do whatever pleases me. Until then.

I'm smoking a cigarette. The last time i felt the need to smoke at home, was when I had to wake up at 5 am to study. The feeling of restlessness is back again, and much worse. Forget about the under eye wrinkle, theater events, restaurant week, or the movie script I was going to edit, I tell myself to calm down and re-prioritize. It is not the end of world, but the sense of urgency surely will get me going.

Thoughts Before Bed

A witty and cheerful play, great company, walking in the snow and catching time square at its quiet hour, it doesn't take more to make me happy.

Wish to wake up to a world covered in white, to a day off work and most sincerely, wish and pray the best for all the ones I care about in life.

For now I'm off to bed, wearing a bunny ring ;)

Happy Saturday

It's hard to get drunk on sangria, especially when half of the time I'm guilt-tripping over the amount of added sugar. This morning I woke up and almost religiously made a glass of honey water. Certain memories are purposely blocked out while other remains. Like the numerous time I woke up to Lisa's worried face. She'd make hot honey water out of her pink mug while mumbling something about how late I got back to the dorm or how concerned she was.....I'd act like a spoiled child and ask for second even third. In the twelve years living with roommates, memories with Lisa were certainly the best ones.

My boyfriend makes the sweetest honey water, literally. But I could never forget that first time, when he sat next to me patiently pouring hot water from one glass to another, over and over again until the water is lukewarm. He still makes it today. It's almost comforting knowing I can always wake up to a glass of honey water. Often too sweet, but no complains.

London days

Still couldn't sleep at 1:23 am and partially suffering from "old photo syndrome", I started to miss London. The gloomy weather, the tiny room of Highgate Hill and all the time spent wondering around galleries and museums. The city is certainly not on my "List of Places to Live". But maybe its worth another visit someday? The food will forever be bad, but the memory is enough reason to go back.

Out of my window on a normal rainy dayHighgate Hill

My HomeSurprise, surprise!

If I Live in Wonderland

Just when I thought I conquered P90X, kenpo kicked my butt, hard. No time to blog, I have film script to read. But before that, look at these photos by the talented Mario Testino. In my fantasy of the wonderland, these would be my outfits of choice ;) Good night!

If Only I Can Be A Tulip

I'll stop complaining for once. Not because I desire peace or serenity, there are just enough pretty things to shut me up. Also, the lack of quality posts (or the quantity for that matter) worries me to some degree. What if my next year's blog book looks as dumb as a novel by Plum Sykes??

On the topic of spring fashion, I'm as clueless as the folks over at Gap (the ones who brought back anorak jacket....) but these photos made me starting to long for the smell of fresh grass and daffodils....

Lily Cole by Carter Smith

Alberta Ferretti Spring 2010 Campaign by Steven Meisel

Slanelle Style