I have this annoying feeling in my stomach almost like I’ve just broken up with someone.
(I wish… well I actually don’t … I wish there even was a possibility to break up with someone… yep, I wish there was someone…)
I finished reading another book.
Books, books, books… It’s all about them lately. And frankly those romances make me question my whole love life history. Have I ever even been in love?
Tammara Webber books.
A part from being a very smooth read, the one that you can’t put aside, there is more to them.
The social aspect: broken families, teenage mistakes.
“Easy” is dealing with rape, “Between the lines” – with teenage pregnancy.
A historical drama about Taiwan and China post II World War period.
One woman, three men (again!) – personal drama.
Three generations, though second one was skipped almost completely.
A love story.
Will you remember me? What if we never meet again?
I will always love you. Even if I have a new family, even I think you are dead and I keep living.
The realization hits me – we don’t forget, we don’t stop loving.
Love changes who we are and stays we us, we just have an endless capacity to love more than one person, to love differently each time. But we never cease to…
We’ve all grown up on fairy tales about dragons and fairies and heroes, haven’t we?
But where does it come from, all this magic?
I have a theory. Of course I am biased, so it is not absolute, not even universal.
Or may be it’s not just a theory, as I saw them today.
White Eagle-man, fast-light-furious
Black Swords-woman, strong-confident-kind
Pink Fairy-girl, flowery-tiny-musical
White Magic-lady, wise-fluent-present
Wu Shu competition
“Feng Shui” is one of two Chinese movies participating this year in Beijing Film Festival. I wanted very much to take part in the event, so I decided to make a trip to the opposite side of the city to watch this movie.
Well, I have a funny habit, since I first got here 1.5 years ago, to get lost in Beijing. So I prepare my trips carefully. I found the movie theater on Google Maps and navigator, I downloaded the webpage with the movie title to my digital Tamagotchi – iPad mini. But, perfectly along with the Murphy’s law, by the time I entered the subway I discovered this was the only thing I forgot to bring.
First post in my renewed blog is about this book – “Atlas Shrugged“.
The journey of 891 pages is over. I’ve been reading it for two months, since I got in Beijing for the 3rd time.
Three parts, three men, one woman, one life, one principal.
A is A, the existence exist.
At first I didn’t like it. It divides world to black and white. The characters are lovable, but are they real? I want to see myself as Dagny. But can I really be one?
For me the idea of nobody owes me a thing is not an idea I lived by for years.
I used to blame others for my unhappiness. I used to look for reasons outside of myself for my incompetence.
Until there was one particular guy, who said that I would always hurt him. And I couldn’t blame him.
Then, 9 years ago I started to see the world differently. But the change doesn’t come in one day. At lease for me it doesn’t.