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Morning necessities … (by kktp_)
雪 (by 酷子)
Black Tea & Huckleberry Honey (by hannah * honey & jam)
(Source: miss-mi)
I am compelled to write by some virtue of a novel I’ve twice encountered. The first encounter was rather bereft, and I decided to leave this treasure only to return to it exactly one year later. The read itself was ephemeral, but to me, it left a lasting impression. Dai Sijie’s book, Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamtress spoke to me in ways that the reactionary novels of the time spoke to the two main characters in the book. I felt an instant connection — almost as if a past life had permitted me some sense of ownership with regard to the semi-autobiographical work of fiction. Perhaps that was Dai Sijie’s way of saying that the Little Seamstress was not the only one to be re-educated through prominent works of literature. Indeed, a treasure beyond price.
“I was carried away, swept along by the mighty stream of words pouring from the hundreds of pages. To me it was the ultimate book: once you had read it, neither your own life nor the world you lived in would ever look the same.” - Dai Sijie (Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress)
the more I think of how close I am to finishing the term, the more I start to feel as if the weeks are going by slower. I have a teaching presentation due on monday, to be presented to a 5th grade class on thursday. Sometimes, on really dismal semestres such as this one, I wish that I had a stunt double. I’d let him do all of the dirty work, while I stay at home and wait for him to tell me how his day went. Completely rested, of course.
I’d make a good homebody.
你猜怎么样！Chicken butt!! …..not nearly as effective billingually..-__-) !!!
I think the stress from the semestre is slowing building up, and that awful queasy feeling of being so full of paperwork, that if I were to vomit, a recycled research paper would probably be regurgitated from from my mind, crumpled and all. There must be something in my unconscious mind that my inner procrastinator is trying to tell me, but he usually waits until the last minute. Bastard. Somehow, I feel that I’m going to exhaust myself even more these next few months.
Add oil.
