Random update -

Can't write because can't get started on my two papers. Even now, I think -- thirty minutes of Sex and the City won't hurt. But it will Tian! It will!

Weird, weird things happened with my pretty friend. I think I'm being punished... for what?! I think life (or whoever puppets life) is flaunting what I can't have in my face... or was I suppose to take a closer view and then step away? I'm doing the latter, thank you very much.

Seeing Liu Hong A Yi again made me miss China, and miss Xu Zhou. I miss Yanzi too, but Yanzi seems to be so busy with her life... a life that, try as I might, I can't seem to imagine...

T-spot in the village has real soy-milk. Why three bucks?! Doesn't they know soy is good for the heart and they should make it as cheap as possible because heart-diseases is the number one health problem in America?

I really really really like the bird sequence in modern dance, but it is so so so hard.

Re-reading my blog, there is a sense of heartache for myself, past pains remembered all too well. But there is also the clarity offered with the distance of time, the recognition that those anguish, though unnecessary, were inevitable.

Parting thought - thirty minutes of sex and the city won't hurt!