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What do you do while taking subway?

I draw in vibration.




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Madness

I'm still working on the book design — Madness.


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Thanksgiving—giving thanks

I give thanks to the pilgrims for inventing thanksgiving.

At first they just called it, “Big Thursday”* But then a light bulb went off above one of the pilgrim’s buckle hats and they renamed it. I love Thanksgiving because it’s a holiday that says what it is and is what it says. Even though it says it backwards. It should be called Givingthanks Day. It’s a day of gratitude and what says gratitude more than eating ourselves into a vacant stare and going belly up in a lazyboy? It’s important to say thank you. When someone passes you the mashed potatoes don’t just say “thanks”. Thanks is nothing like thank you. Thanks is saying I don’t have the time to thank you even though it took you all day to make the turkey. You know what’s even better? Saying thank you while you’re giving a big hug.

The day after Thanksgiving, or "Black Friday" as some call it, is a crazy day for shoppers. It's a day for shopaholics to spend time with other shopaholics in their family searching out great deals and generally having lots of fun spending money. Some great tips there. Also if you want to see what's available on Black Friday, I thought this site was pretty handy: Black Friday Ads They have a list of all the sale items from the major retailers, and they let you create a shopping list. It's simple and convenient.

Well, above all, it seems I pretty enjoy my thanksgiving holiday!? We all know that dreams are opposite of reality. In fact, I've gained a lot of homework should be done in these five days, otherwise I will be shot in the final survey. My friend is even busier than me, who said that she swore to mother earth that she will glue to her computer for 5 whole days, and that is the only way she can survive this semester. Damn it! I love holiday but hate being bound to those darn assignments.

Let's go see a movie...after the survey. damn it!!

* Thanksgiving is celebrated on the fourth Thursday of November in the United States.
** The picture is from the New York Times. I wish I could be there to take some pics though.
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Closet

“Closet” is a tricky word, too.

The Oxford English Dictionary states three meanings for the word closet:

First of all, a small room or cupboard used for storing things. Everyone has at least one their own closet. I hate my closet somehow. Maybe it's been empty, without any fancy outfit?! Occassionally, I'd find an oversize jacket I bought from a super on sale vender, out of fashion and tacky though. I wish I could have Miranda's closet, just half of hers will absolutely satisfy me.

Second, a small room for private meetings. Again, I hate meeting. (Do you just figure that I hate “EVERYTHING?”) Especially in this semester, I had too many annoying meetings which usually just took long time but got nothing helpful. I like private date instead, no more than three people. Having company with a good friend has always been fun and relax.

Third, um… what was I going to say? Shit, can't remember. Maybe it will ring the bell later in the night...

Fourth, well... did I just mention there are three definitions? Whatever, all I wanna say is just remind myself get more clothes to fight this coming damn chilly winter. My landlord hasn't turned on the heater controller for this building. Damn! I am about to sue him. It is 54 degree outside, and he said he will turn it on till December. SHIT~one sentence just came into my mind: 把狼的因那西歹料。

Fifth, I suddenly found my lover's picture from my closet. (Was I hallucinating?) Love you love you always...


Sixth, don't ever end a list on an odd number.
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Crush

“It's funny how the same word for the feeling of disappointment can be used for the feeling of attraction.”*

The Oxford English Dictionary states one of the meanings for the word crushed as “a strong and unreasoning, but transitory attachment.”

My first year at art school was boring to say at least. But it helped me to appreciate the fundamentals of lonely life. I took a bus with no real place to go. I watched the landscape slowly change as it clung to the last hours of sunlight, before leaving me to get another sleepless night.

It was an accident that I met a person, named “zuzax.” I asked why and what it meant. “It’s just a name.” This was so zuzax, always been answering in the simplest sentence, stingy with any redundant word. For once, I gravitated toward an unknown person. I’ve always wanted to meet a painter or a photographer. I thought it might be something to do with their ability to see beauty in everything, to then capture it, and hang it on a wall for all to see. I figured it invaluable to frozen a moment. zuzax drew expressively, took photograph out of the ordinary; what's more, wrote in a way that I couldn’t help ruminating every single word. It was not serious but hilarious even for a quite boring research paper. It was the first time my heart felt the other meaning of crush.

There was a place that I often went to by myself. It was just behind my office; close enough to still hear the screams and shouts of the tourist enjoying their shopping trips. But at the same time, it felt hidden away from them. I had arranged to take zuzax there, my secret garden.


Getting more company with zuzax(not quite often though), the time of the dates had done nothing to break the ice. The minutes flew into hours, the hours into days. And the days joined the fast rushing river of time. The bad news is that time flies, and the good news is that you're the pilot. Most of my shifts were now spent thinking about zuzax.

Once upon a time, I never wanted to know what love was. zuzax had broken the spell. I drew zuzax endlessly. Over and over. zuzac's pale, satiny skin, and delicate frame. In zuzax's eyes, I could see the world.

Every time I met zuzax, I wished I could've frozen time. I wanted to save that moment. To live in that moment for a week. But I couldn't stop it or slow it. And before I knew it, zuzax was gone. I have no clue how to be an intimate to share everything I saw, especially when I got an extraordinary scene. The more I tried to get close to zuzax, the more I felt zuzax getting far from me. I tried everything. I'd just become immune to be rejected. After sneakily gazing zuzax left, I felt like the last person on earth. And that was another acute crush.

*extended watching:cashback
Thanks sean ellis for coming up such nice words and movies.
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God made me queer

What’s a gay pride parade without muscleboys and drag queens?

Gay Pride Week in Manhattan attracts hundreds of thousands of spectators to a Sunday march down Fifth Avenue on the last full weekend of every June.

The original idea was to commemorate the Stonewall riots — to remind people that this is a struggle for queer rights and that this is our day. But now, a lot of them have expanded to become tourist attractions.

Seriously, I just couldn't get it that what's the connection between gay spirit and posing nude???




How could she climb on the traffic sign?


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Fan Jian

This should be pronounced in Mandarin.

“Fan Jian” is a perfect description of my own affections of mind as a friend of mine just told me few days ago. I now finally realized how pathetic I am.


Foo Fighters - Best of You / For the best of you.
I’ve got another confession to make
I’m your fool...
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