“Everything alters,

And one by one we drop away.”

They had hands like claws, and their knees

Were twisted like the old thorn trees

By the waters.I heard the old, old men say,

“All that’s beautiful drifts away

Like the waters.”

-WB Yeats

The 1st week of baby Megan’s life

RAWRRRRRRR

Hello00 Camille!

Des oeufs la plus parfaites. Really freaking proud of myself.

3am and I can’t sleep. (despite not being able to wake up without fail EVERY morning) But its a good kind of insomnia. The kind of insomnia that keeps you up because you’re trying to catch up on everything that you missed out on for the past 5 Business Days.

The Song: Sunlight by Bag Raiders (check out the youtube vid, the girl looks like scarlett johanson and she’s into beastiality)

The Message: 加油!

Thats a bottle of oil

Saturn devouring his son

Its fascinating to dig into the depths of a deranged mind. Maybe Goya wasn’t mad, contrary to popular belief. But somehow I’m strangely drawn to his depictions of madness, conceived from a world of silence. (Goya was completely deaf in his later years.)

Everyday we wake up
We choose Love
We choose light
And we try, it’s too easy just to fall apart

( ‘You, Me and the Bourgeoisie’ by The Submarines) 

但是一些人连这只狗都不如，包括我自己在内。

其实，是西门町走九遍，吃百遍。我已很久都没尝试到在寒冷的冬天里啃着赤热的食物， 仿佛雪中送炭的滋味。玩游世界是多么美好的事件。这次踏遍台北，无忧无虑，见什么就吃什么，肚肠是多么地有福气。而且沉浸在朋友开朗尽兴的歌声中让人回味无穷。但光阴似箭，新的学期明天就开始了。希望再过短短的几个月后，又能创造更多人生美好的回忆。

The Good – It is proof that miracles do happen, no matter how low the probability

The Bad – I lost money

The Ugly – I lost alot of money

But t’was all in the name of fun =)

(About how crowded and alive O’Neils was, even at 3pm.)

And then the next thought was this:

(About how it refreshes you, and not like the bitter chicken essence we have here.)

Then the following thought was this:

(About how Weijia’s place was 1 minute away from O’Neils.)

And then this:

(About how I must get this shit over and done with)

Within two seconds, I continued my breezy afternoon walk.