January 31, 2006

Before Sunset is the sequel of the quite unexpected
hit Before Sunrise. It is wiser, older, has much less
youthful impulsive elements. It is still, or more in the form of
non-stop talking. I think it is a feat that the movie can be
made out of nothing but two people talk, talk and talk, about
anything and everything. An absolutely non-talker myself, I generally dislike people who simply could not shut themselves up. But Before Sunset is so beautifully done, it feels realistic and cool. I watched in awe how little by little the characters revealed their personal lives and despaired over the opportunities they missed.

Before Sunset

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Before Sunset is the sequel of the quite unexpected
hit Before Sunrise. It is wiser, older, has much less
youthful impulsive elements. It is still, or more in the form of
non-stop talking. I think it is a feat that the movie can be
made out of nothing but two people talk, talk and talk, about
anything and everything. An absolutely non-talker myself, I generally dislike people who simply could not shut themselves up. But Before Sunset is so beautifully done, it feels realistic and cool. I watched in awe how little by little the characters revealed their personal lives and despaired over the opportunities they missed.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006
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January 30, 2006

I haven't written or drawn anything for a whole week, despite that I have swallowed at least 8 movies and I have borrowed a load of colorful illustrated children's books. Like one who cannot give up the big bowl of potato chips, I just kept stuffing books, movies into my head like nuts. I could not bring myself to sit down, to write or draw, even though I have reviewed my movies in my head, delighted in the books I read. Well, it is always easier just to consume than to create, spend than to make, be it time, money or culture.

A lazy week

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I haven't written or drawn anything for a whole week, despite that I have swallowed at least 8 movies and I have borrowed a load of colorful illustrated children's books. Like one who cannot give up the big bowl of potato chips, I just kept stuffing books, movies into my head like nuts. I could not bring myself to sit down, to write or draw, even though I have reviewed my movies in my head, delighted in the books I read. Well, it is always easier just to consume than to create, spend than to make, be it time, money or culture.

Monday, January 30, 2006
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January 24, 2006

Girl in Red. 1/23/2006

Girl In Red

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Girl in Red. 1/23/2006

Tuesday, January 24, 2006
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January 23, 2006

After Emma went to China, I demanded pictures. Soon enough, my email box was flooded with pictures. I have too many pictures now, especially those taken on the few days around her birthday, when her aunt, uncle and grandpa flew all the way from HongKong to Chengdu to see her. It is as if the uncle and aunt was constantly holding a camera in front her, and click, click... Wondering why she never seemed bothered by that, while all celeberities tend to make a fuss. A smile or a frown, a subtle change of angle ... Oh, boy, they really tried to capture every moment about her.

I had a hard time deciding which picture is not good enough to be posted on the web (sure, none of those is professional work, but it is Emma, so none can be bad either).

While I know that there will be a lot more pictures coming on my way (the spring festival, the glorous trip to Hongkong and the famed Disney world), I put together her pictures and put them into 5 categories. Here they are:

  1. Summer Fun
  2. Busy Noisy Autumn
  3. Birthday Girl
  4. I love school!
  5. Winter in Red

Picture Series: Emma in China

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After Emma went to China, I demanded pictures. Soon enough, my email box was flooded with pictures. I have too many pictures now, especially those taken on the few days around her birthday, when her aunt, uncle and grandpa flew all the way from HongKong to Chengdu to see her. It is as if the uncle and aunt was constantly holding a camera in front her, and click, click... Wondering why she never seemed bothered by that, while all celeberities tend to make a fuss. A smile or a frown, a subtle change of angle ... Oh, boy, they really tried to capture every moment about her.

I had a hard time deciding which picture is not good enough to be posted on the web (sure, none of those is professional work, but it is Emma, so none can be bad either).

While I know that there will be a lot more pictures coming on my way (the spring festival, the glorous trip to Hongkong and the famed Disney world), I put together her pictures and put them into 5 categories. Here they are:

  1. Summer Fun
  2. Busy Noisy Autumn
  3. Birthday Girl
  4. I love school!
  5. Winter in Red

Monday, January 23, 2006
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January 22, 2006

It is supposed to be cool and fun. And the one review I read on CNN said it was actually cool and fun. And of course, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are the very beautiful people on earth, at least looks-wise. Surprisingly their ever hotter real life romance did not flop the box office, whereas their equally hot predecessors did (remember, Benifer, i.e., Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez? "Gigli". Or Meg Ryan and Russell Crowe and "Proof of Life"? I like "Proof of Life" very much though, I think it is a terrific movie). Maybe box office performance could be some sort of indicators of whether a romance could last or fizzle away ... I read too much celebrity gossip.

Anyway, though I did not rush to theatres for the movie, I was eager to see it on DVD. Yet, 10 minutes into the movie, I was bored. These Pitt and Jolie seem to be too conscious of their cool and suave and humorous side, they try so very hard to make sure you get it. Especially Jolie. She kept her eyes squinted to emit an air of calculated cool. They never forget to play little tricks in the midst of supposedly very intense gunfight or fistfight or whatever, so we know they are totally on top, in control and cool. For example, the movies lingers at least 1 minute on Pitt's peeing before he knocked out Jolie's mud hut with cutting edge tech equipment. And twice in a gunfight, Pitt spends at least two minutes to secure a vase or something so it doe not fall. And the humors, either physical or verbal, to me are stale.

In all, I think the movie Mr. and Ms. Smith is much less interesting than the movie poster, where Pitt and Jolie look improbably beautiful, sexy and cool. The movie is just a boring action sequence made with formula. Next time if I want to see these two pretty people, I would simply glance at the cover of a glossy gossipy magazine.

Mr. and Ms. Smith

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It is supposed to be cool and fun. And the one review I read on CNN said it was actually cool and fun. And of course, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are the very beautiful people on earth, at least looks-wise. Surprisingly their ever hotter real life romance did not flop the box office, whereas their equally hot predecessors did (remember, Benifer, i.e., Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez? "Gigli". Or Meg Ryan and Russell Crowe and "Proof of Life"? I like "Proof of Life" very much though, I think it is a terrific movie). Maybe box office performance could be some sort of indicators of whether a romance could last or fizzle away ... I read too much celebrity gossip.

Anyway, though I did not rush to theatres for the movie, I was eager to see it on DVD. Yet, 10 minutes into the movie, I was bored. These Pitt and Jolie seem to be too conscious of their cool and suave and humorous side, they try so very hard to make sure you get it. Especially Jolie. She kept her eyes squinted to emit an air of calculated cool. They never forget to play little tricks in the midst of supposedly very intense gunfight or fistfight or whatever, so we know they are totally on top, in control and cool. For example, the movies lingers at least 1 minute on Pitt's peeing before he knocked out Jolie's mud hut with cutting edge tech equipment. And twice in a gunfight, Pitt spends at least two minutes to secure a vase or something so it doe not fall. And the humors, either physical or verbal, to me are stale.

In all, I think the movie Mr. and Ms. Smith is much less interesting than the movie poster, where Pitt and Jolie look improbably beautiful, sexy and cool. The movie is just a boring action sequence made with formula. Next time if I want to see these two pretty people, I would simply glance at the cover of a glossy gossipy magazine.

Sunday, January 22, 2006
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January 19, 2006

Look, a mouse or something?
--Illustration by Xun

Think of spring
A little madness in the spring is wholesome even for the king
--Emily Dickson

Think of spring

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Look, a mouse or something?
--Illustration by Xun

Think of spring
A little madness in the spring is wholesome even for the king
--Emily Dickson

Thursday, January 19, 2006
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January 17, 2006

Dress up in the morning

What to wear
I have no idea
Skirt or T-shirt?
Blue or Red?
And socks? And shoes?
Might as well go out
with my feet bare

--Written and Illustrated by Xun

What to wear

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Dress up in the morning

What to wear
I have no idea
Skirt or T-shirt?
Blue or Red?
And socks? And shoes?
Might as well go out
with my feet bare

--Written and Illustrated by Xun

Tuesday, January 17, 2006
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January 16, 2006

Early Bird, fly to bird
Early Bird

Early Bird
Flied to my bed
"Up, up", she chirped, chirped
"No, No", I replied
"Sunday morning, still early"

Early Bird
Got a little impatient
"No, No", she cried
"Sunday morning, -
I want to go by-by early"

--Written and illustrated by Xun

Early Bird

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Early Bird, fly to bird
Early Bird

Early Bird
Flied to my bed
"Up, up", she chirped, chirped
"No, No", I replied
"Sunday morning, still early"

Early Bird
Got a little impatient
"No, No", she cried
"Sunday morning, -
I want to go by-by early"

--Written and illustrated by Xun

Monday, January 16, 2006
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January 15, 2006

Every mother's child is the mother's favorite. She adores every move her child makes, every song she sings, every word she utters, especially when the child is at a tender pink age, when she is totally incapable of being uncute.

I know. A mother probably could never judge her child objectively, cool-headedly. But, despite the possible misjudgement and the tendancy of adding too many exclaimation marks from my point of view, this video that Leo's sister Venus took of Emma really stands out. In the video, Emma, who just turned two, did her trademark singing and poetry-reciting. She did so many songs and poems in such a natural sweet way that is special to children. At the end of the rendition of doing the poem The moonlight by my bed, she dramatically raised her arms and pointed to the sky. Wow!

We unanimously voted the video 2005's best home video and Emma the best performer, singer and poet of the year.

See for yourself. But you have to understand Chinese to know how impossiblely wonderful this is for a child who is just 2 days over two years old.


Emma performing for the family

Best Home Video of the year

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Every mother's child is the mother's favorite. She adores every move her child makes, every song she sings, every word she utters, especially when the child is at a tender pink age, when she is totally incapable of being uncute.

I know. A mother probably could never judge her child objectively, cool-headedly. But, despite the possible misjudgement and the tendancy of adding too many exclaimation marks from my point of view, this video that Leo's sister Venus took of Emma really stands out. In the video, Emma, who just turned two, did her trademark singing and poetry-reciting. She did so many songs and poems in such a natural sweet way that is special to children. At the end of the rendition of doing the poem The moonlight by my bed, she dramatically raised her arms and pointed to the sky. Wow!

We unanimously voted the video 2005's best home video and Emma the best performer, singer and poet of the year.

See for yourself. But you have to understand Chinese to know how impossiblely wonderful this is for a child who is just 2 days over two years old.


Emma performing for the family

Sunday, January 15, 2006
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January 13, 2006

8 mile came out in 2002. I remember how the reviews gushed about the movie and Eminem. Many times I stopped by the DVD version at Blockbuster, picked up then put it down, unable to make up my mind whether to satisfy my curiosity about the movie.

For I am never into rap music. And the world of rappers seems totally foreign to me. For the very few times I ever listened to rap, I found that the lyrics has too many slang and are too fast rendered. I could not stand the way that F-words are spilled all over the song like some sort of fashion statements.

But besides the rave reviews from movie critics (often the biggest factor that drives me to see a movie), the movie poster of 8 mile also grabbed me. I find the mysterious sullen man almost engulfed in black irresistible, yet at the same time, it filled me with dread and uneasiness, like Eminem himself. I have read too much about him not to see a movie where he essentially played himself with great success.

So I finally saw the movie in DVD.

The mixed feeling remained with me. I like the Eminem in the movie, like his intensity, the raw gritty low-key authenticity about him. Like the way his genius flared up as his eyes stopped wondering then rhythms started flowing like river without end. But the movie is not a upbeat, rags-to-rich glamorous story, the world, the lives it depicts is depressing. Watching scenes after scenes of how down-and-poor Eminem navigated the world of down-and-poor blacks with his down-and-poor black friends, joking about / having sex, swaying guns, fight, fight... is not at all inspiring. The depiction is totally realistic, but staying in a world like this for too long makes me sick.

The title song is a treat. Quote below here.

"Lose Yourself"

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

...

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

8 mile

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8 mile came out in 2002. I remember how the reviews gushed about the movie and Eminem. Many times I stopped by the DVD version at Blockbuster, picked up then put it down, unable to make up my mind whether to satisfy my curiosity about the movie.

For I am never into rap music. And the world of rappers seems totally foreign to me. For the very few times I ever listened to rap, I found that the lyrics has too many slang and are too fast rendered. I could not stand the way that F-words are spilled all over the song like some sort of fashion statements.

But besides the rave reviews from movie critics (often the biggest factor that drives me to see a movie), the movie poster of 8 mile also grabbed me. I find the mysterious sullen man almost engulfed in black irresistible, yet at the same time, it filled me with dread and uneasiness, like Eminem himself. I have read too much about him not to see a movie where he essentially played himself with great success.

So I finally saw the movie in DVD.

The mixed feeling remained with me. I like the Eminem in the movie, like his intensity, the raw gritty low-key authenticity about him. Like the way his genius flared up as his eyes stopped wondering then rhythms started flowing like river without end. But the movie is not a upbeat, rags-to-rich glamorous story, the world, the lives it depicts is depressing. Watching scenes after scenes of how down-and-poor Eminem navigated the world of down-and-poor blacks with his down-and-poor black friends, joking about / having sex, swaying guns, fight, fight... is not at all inspiring. The depiction is totally realistic, but staying in a world like this for too long makes me sick.

The title song is a treat. Quote below here.

"Lose Yourself"

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

...

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

Friday, January 13, 2006
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January 12, 2006

1 month's gone, two months' gone, then Emma' birthday passed, all sorts of holidays gone by, thanksgiving or Christmas or new year's day, I am still here waiting. I can only hear her voice over the phone, see her pictures or videos, but I cannot see her.

Got a little impatient, a little anxious, a little lost.

Leo's uncle brought back a CD full of videos Leo's family took on Emma's birthday in October. Everything was so familiar at the same time so new. She looks sturdier, taller, cheeks quite full, hair still has the look of unprofessional cut. She always has this sweet smile, and then, she had this brilliant flash of big yet somehow shy laugh. She looks so so happy.

And she becomes so dexterious with her hands. She got a little 4-piece magnetic toy that can be taken apart and then put back together in all free forms. In two minutes, she figured the trick then she had such fun with it. Take it apart, then put together to make a hook, then a half cross, the a long stick with its head dangling down. She keeps saying "Let's do it again."

And my, she is a little genius singing out songs after songs, reciting poems after poems. And she seems to never have mind that about 7 adults are staring at her, she just lean against the sofa, or walk around, or play toys, while doing her poems and songs.

I miss her. While my parents said they would be over soon, they still have not received the documents I sent to them two weeks ago. Feel anxious, impatient, lost.

I want her back

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1 month's gone, two months' gone, then Emma' birthday passed, all sorts of holidays gone by, thanksgiving or Christmas or new year's day, I am still here waiting. I can only hear her voice over the phone, see her pictures or videos, but I cannot see her.

Got a little impatient, a little anxious, a little lost.

Leo's uncle brought back a CD full of videos Leo's family took on Emma's birthday in October. Everything was so familiar at the same time so new. She looks sturdier, taller, cheeks quite full, hair still has the look of unprofessional cut. She always has this sweet smile, and then, she had this brilliant flash of big yet somehow shy laugh. She looks so so happy.

And she becomes so dexterious with her hands. She got a little 4-piece magnetic toy that can be taken apart and then put back together in all free forms. In two minutes, she figured the trick then she had such fun with it. Take it apart, then put together to make a hook, then a half cross, the a long stick with its head dangling down. She keeps saying "Let's do it again."

And my, she is a little genius singing out songs after songs, reciting poems after poems. And she seems to never have mind that about 7 adults are staring at her, she just lean against the sofa, or walk around, or play toys, while doing her poems and songs.

I miss her. While my parents said they would be over soon, they still have not received the documents I sent to them two weeks ago. Feel anxious, impatient, lost.

Thursday, January 12, 2006
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January 08, 2006

The following is quoted from A SHINAGAWA MONKEY by HARUKI MURAKAMI. A fiction published by The New Yorker.

Mizuki was struck by what an uninspired life she'd led. Nothing even remotely dramatic had ever touched her. If her life were a movie, it would be one of those low-budget nature documentaries guaranteed to put you to sleep. Washed-out landscapes stretching endlessly to the horizon. No changes of scene, no closeups, nothing ominous, nothing suggestive.

-------

I was struck how I sometimes feel the same way, yet could never articulate.

Excerpt from A SHINAGAWA MONKEY

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The following is quoted from A SHINAGAWA MONKEY by HARUKI MURAKAMI. A fiction published by The New Yorker.

Mizuki was struck by what an uninspired life she'd led. Nothing even remotely dramatic had ever touched her. If her life were a movie, it would be one of those low-budget nature documentaries guaranteed to put you to sleep. Washed-out landscapes stretching endlessly to the horizon. No changes of scene, no closeups, nothing ominous, nothing suggestive.

-------

I was struck how I sometimes feel the same way, yet could never articulate.

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January 07, 2006

Up to the ceiling
Note: Leo could not bear to see that in the picture the little baby is thrown to the ceiling. But it is really such a thrill.
Text in the pic:
Daddy lifts me/up to the ceiling/Daddy swings me/down to the floor/Daddy! Daddy!/More! More! MORE!/Up to the ceiling/down to the floor -- by Charles Thomson
-- from the book "Poems for the very young"

More! More! MORE!

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Up to the ceiling
Note: Leo could not bear to see that in the picture the little baby is thrown to the ceiling. But it is really such a thrill.
Text in the pic:
Daddy lifts me/up to the ceiling/Daddy swings me/down to the floor/Daddy! Daddy!/More! More! MORE!/Up to the ceiling/down to the floor -- by Charles Thomson
-- from the book "Poems for the very young"

Saturday, January 07, 2006
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Crying Contest between Emma and a Cartoon Holidays and birthdays seem (to me) to belong especially to children. Parents bear the holy mission to make kids excited and happy. And kids always look forward to holidays.

I used to look forward to holidays, especially during the years when China was so poor and we were so poor, when even basic things like meat, cookies and clothes were precious commodities. I remember we recited rhythms such as "How good is the New Year's day. On that day we could have chicken to eat." When I was in elementary school, I had a best friend who was the daughter of the mayor. I remember how I was constantly jealous of the bounty of gifts and full red envelops with money inside she got on those special days.

(I wonder if I would be the same if we / China were not so direly poor. Or would I be more greedy, desperate for more things. Isn't it true that now IPod is the least expensive thing in a kid's wish list?)

Then I got older, I left home, became alone, lonely a lot of time. Holidays or birthdays gradually lost the appeal. What is the point if the sole entertainer and entertainer is just myself? Besides, who needs that much fuss? The decorating, undecorating, the running around, putting up a happy face pronouncing "hey I am happy". If I want to pamper myself, I do not need an excuse or holiday.

Then I got a family and a little daughter. Cannot be selfish, totally not-fun any more. So holidays, western or eastern, again invade us with full force. Birthday cake and songs for birthdays, trees and glass balls of all colors for Christmas (if Emma really asked this very traditional question about Santa, what should I say?).

Emma spent this new year's day in China. She, dressed in traditional red and black, faced painted, ponytails pointed to the sky, together with a group of other little children, became the entertainers of the new year's day. She did not quite master the art of performing, though. Somewhere in the second show, she spotted my mother then open her mouth and cried pretty loudly. No sign of embarrassment.

But she got her cake as reward. And my mom said she did the first show very good. She probably developed some sort of stage fright during the second show.

I called her that night, she was so excited. She sang happily to me, Chinese first, then English, "Happy New Year. Happy New Year. ... We are singing, we are dancing. Happy New Year!"

Bravo!

Happy New Year. We are singing, dancing, ... crying

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Crying Contest between Emma and a Cartoon Holidays and birthdays seem (to me) to belong especially to children. Parents bear the holy mission to make kids excited and happy. And kids always look forward to holidays.

I used to look forward to holidays, especially during the years when China was so poor and we were so poor, when even basic things like meat, cookies and clothes were precious commodities. I remember we recited rhythms such as "How good is the New Year's day. On that day we could have chicken to eat." When I was in elementary school, I had a best friend who was the daughter of the mayor. I remember how I was constantly jealous of the bounty of gifts and full red envelops with money inside she got on those special days.

(I wonder if I would be the same if we / China were not so direly poor. Or would I be more greedy, desperate for more things. Isn't it true that now IPod is the least expensive thing in a kid's wish list?)

Then I got older, I left home, became alone, lonely a lot of time. Holidays or birthdays gradually lost the appeal. What is the point if the sole entertainer and entertainer is just myself? Besides, who needs that much fuss? The decorating, undecorating, the running around, putting up a happy face pronouncing "hey I am happy". If I want to pamper myself, I do not need an excuse or holiday.

Then I got a family and a little daughter. Cannot be selfish, totally not-fun any more. So holidays, western or eastern, again invade us with full force. Birthday cake and songs for birthdays, trees and glass balls of all colors for Christmas (if Emma really asked this very traditional question about Santa, what should I say?).

Emma spent this new year's day in China. She, dressed in traditional red and black, faced painted, ponytails pointed to the sky, together with a group of other little children, became the entertainers of the new year's day. She did not quite master the art of performing, though. Somewhere in the second show, she spotted my mother then open her mouth and cried pretty loudly. No sign of embarrassment.

But she got her cake as reward. And my mom said she did the first show very good. She probably developed some sort of stage fright during the second show.

I called her that night, she was so excited. She sang happily to me, Chinese first, then English, "Happy New Year. Happy New Year. ... We are singing, we are dancing. Happy New Year!"

Bravo!

Saturday, January 07, 2006
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January 05, 2006

The past few days have been light days. Even the weather has been bland, mild and warm. No sudden rain, or sudden sunshine. Snow is a rare thing. Kind of unexpected. But with gas price getting very high now, we happily turn off heat most of the time, ignoring the weather and doing nothing, at least nothing heavy or important.

At work (after finishing whatever remained on my plate), I feed myself with music, news (CNN, Google) and The New Yorker. At home, after dinner, I feed myself with movies. The last few of them happened to be all foreign movies, not English, not Chinese, but French or Korean or Italian. All of the inserts of the DVDs have glorious highlights of the rave reviews they have received, especially the Korean movie "Oasis". However I found almost each everyone of them disappointing or just so-so. The kind of movie that can not nail you to the seat, the kind of movie I do not bother to set to pause when I frequently felt the need to walk away for water, an orange, or some quick chores.

For the past couple of weeks, I have seen "The Dreamers" (Bertolucci), "Barbarian Invasion", "Oasis", "Bread and Tulip", "But forever on my mind". I would say, "Oasis" is the worst, even though it has the most shocking theme of a love story between two societal outcasts.

Light days, movie days

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The past few days have been light days. Even the weather has been bland, mild and warm. No sudden rain, or sudden sunshine. Snow is a rare thing. Kind of unexpected. But with gas price getting very high now, we happily turn off heat most of the time, ignoring the weather and doing nothing, at least nothing heavy or important.

At work (after finishing whatever remained on my plate), I feed myself with music, news (CNN, Google) and The New Yorker. At home, after dinner, I feed myself with movies. The last few of them happened to be all foreign movies, not English, not Chinese, but French or Korean or Italian. All of the inserts of the DVDs have glorious highlights of the rave reviews they have received, especially the Korean movie "Oasis". However I found almost each everyone of them disappointing or just so-so. The kind of movie that can not nail you to the seat, the kind of movie I do not bother to set to pause when I frequently felt the need to walk away for water, an orange, or some quick chores.

For the past couple of weeks, I have seen "The Dreamers" (Bertolucci), "Barbarian Invasion", "Oasis", "Bread and Tulip", "But forever on my mind". I would say, "Oasis" is the worst, even though it has the most shocking theme of a love story between two societal outcasts.

Thursday, January 05, 2006
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January 03, 2006

A boy walks on the grass. Drawn on 1/3/2006
On New Year's day, it is supposed to do this bunch of things: go to parties, better stay until you have counted with some anonymous others "4-3-2-1-1" (we got a bonus 1 second for 2005, to keep in pace with some so-called super accurate atom clocks), eat to your heart's desire, send away good-wish cards and gifts, if you can afford, go on a vacation... anyway, just have a holly-jolly time.

It is also supposed to make New Year's resolution. Not mandatory, but a lot of people do. Radio talks about it, newspaper writes about it. It is also in the movies, like "Bridget Jones's Diary".

I know, I know. A lot of people make it, then break it, then feel lousy about it, then forget it.

I hope I can have better luck with mine. I may be able to sail with my first new year's resolution.

In 2006, I will shed at least 15 pounds. I will write and post at least twice a week. I will practice doing sketches more often...

But if I fail any of the above, I will not beat myself.
...
Emma is coming home. I will spend a lot of time with her. I will take her out to a lot of places, read her bed stories, listen with her a lot of music, and watch with her a lot of kids’ movies. I will play with her, walk with her, sing with her, and draw everything with her. I will cook delicious food for her everyday (I am confident. I have practiced a lot and now I am pretty good at it). Of course I will take a lot of pictures and videos and work magic on them.

I will be a good mom.

Not new year's resolution any more. This I will do in 2006, 2007, forever and ever.

If I failed this, I will beat myself to pulps.

In 2006, I will ...

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A boy walks on the grass. Drawn on 1/3/2006
On New Year's day, it is supposed to do this bunch of things: go to parties, better stay until you have counted with some anonymous others "4-3-2-1-1" (we got a bonus 1 second for 2005, to keep in pace with some so-called super accurate atom clocks), eat to your heart's desire, send away good-wish cards and gifts, if you can afford, go on a vacation... anyway, just have a holly-jolly time.

It is also supposed to make New Year's resolution. Not mandatory, but a lot of people do. Radio talks about it, newspaper writes about it. It is also in the movies, like "Bridget Jones's Diary".

I know, I know. A lot of people make it, then break it, then feel lousy about it, then forget it.

I hope I can have better luck with mine. I may be able to sail with my first new year's resolution.

In 2006, I will shed at least 15 pounds. I will write and post at least twice a week. I will practice doing sketches more often...

But if I fail any of the above, I will not beat myself.
...
Emma is coming home. I will spend a lot of time with her. I will take her out to a lot of places, read her bed stories, listen with her a lot of music, and watch with her a lot of kids’ movies. I will play with her, walk with her, sing with her, and draw everything with her. I will cook delicious food for her everyday (I am confident. I have practiced a lot and now I am pretty good at it). Of course I will take a lot of pictures and videos and work magic on them.

I will be a good mom.

Not new year's resolution any more. This I will do in 2006, 2007, forever and ever.

If I failed this, I will beat myself to pulps.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006
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January 02, 2006

I have seen some good movies, "Walk the line", "Brokeback Mountain" ..., but I missed a great many. This is the my list of I-want-to-see 2005 movies:

  1. Cinderalla Man
  2. Capote
  3. 40-Year-Old Virgin
  4. Good night, good luck
  5. Match Point
  6. Transamerica
  7. The Constant Gardner
  8. A History Of Violence
  9. Upside of Anger
  10. Shop Girl
  11. Crash

"Wedding Crashers" should be fun, too.

Movies to be seen

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I have seen some good movies, "Walk the line", "Brokeback Mountain" ..., but I missed a great many. This is the my list of I-want-to-see 2005 movies:

  1. Cinderalla Man
  2. Capote
  3. 40-Year-Old Virgin
  4. Good night, good luck
  5. Match Point
  6. Transamerica
  7. The Constant Gardner
  8. A History Of Violence
  9. Upside of Anger
  10. Shop Girl
  11. Crash

"Wedding Crashers" should be fun, too.

Monday, January 02, 2006
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