when nick leaves in june and then yangyi leaves for australia for two months what will become of me - i think i will emotionally retreat like a murakami character.
what i hate: hearing someone talk about themselves all the time when you no longer care very much
海口的大排档好像脏乱几倍的新加坡hawkercenter，但是我看到大圆桌，塑料椅，吊扇，和铁皮屋檐下生长的树还是感觉很亲切。南洋人，不论新加坡还是海口，男的都跨栏儿背心，或者赤膊，松垮的裤子，拖拉着拖鞋走路，很有种热带市井感。 黄锐很感慨地说，中国最好玩的是你可以抓住机会塑造、改变历史。Sharon此时显得像个傻帽trophie wife，接茬说一个八竿子打不着的话题：我家小孩到底是在北京还是香港读书呢要不要送走呢很纠结。和她要同房3夜，哎。
moments of virginia woolf melancholia comes every so often so i put on hazy music by the raveonettes
julia said she feels like she’s skating through life and there’s no way to brake. i told her that i feel like there’s some force pushing me forward and i can’t feel myself anymore, like i’m sitting on a buoy floating down a flowing river. julia told me that sophie thinks that her last three years in beijing were the same. always being pushed foward, somewhere,...
Nick just exclaimed in his sleep, holy shit Wanwan! You’re crazy! Gotta ask him what he dreamt of.
I hate the obviously expository dialogues in films when you know the character is clearly explaining stuff purely for the audience’s convenience. Like early in the film Last Ride we re wondering what’s the relationship between the man, the woman, and the boy, and then the boy conveniently asks the woman to tell the story of how she and the man met and then we learn everything.
i promise you that change is coming soon and the heavy mass in your head will dissolve and surfaces will declutter and walls will be a clean icy white.
i feel something clawing on me from inside. i pick up and put down the phone several times but a phone call and a dinner date is not going to help with anything. i rarely feel the need for company, and when i do i’m ashamed of being weak.
some things i want for the new year: be a bigger person, especially toward my family read and watch movies and learn exercise more regularly write more on tumblr figure out how to get someone to help me buy retina macbook ok these sound so vague and stupid except the last one. maybe i’ll just try to make someone help me accomplish the last one.
I wasn’t in love with her. And she didn’t love me. For me the question of love...– Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
just the beginning of the possibility of quitting my job made me so excited i even had an actual animated conversation with both my parents and still feel a bit fluttery. but today the company made me a stack of 100 name cards, with the pompous title of “director” on it. for a second there i felt sorry for betraying it, but that thought was soon gone of course.
whenever i wear what i like my colleagues and family tell me it’s ugly whenever i wear what i think is ugly to work my colleagues and family tell me it’s pretty #beijingproblems
the view from the front of the wide bus window enveloped me like an open book with a creased spine bent to more than 180 degrees. as the bus drove on, the view became so strangely engrossing that i didn’t want to move away even though i was squeezed toward the window by a solid mass of people. my eyes had become the camera rolling smoothly on tracks. no wonder it looked so cinematic, my city...