The clock design reminded me of Tsai Ming-Liang’s film What Time Is It There, and put another sculpture here, it’s interesting to contrast their kind of similarities in shape.

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我��刚��短信问我几点�,我说��知�,有何倾诉?�,她大��明天是我生日��。虽然是�短信，但我们能想象到对方那一刻的所有表情，她的性感厚嘴唇一定被我这个没良心的气得更厚了（她自诩长得�舒淇，我�说她的嘴唇�两�肉虫�）…

我这个å§?å§?å?¯æ˜¯æˆ‘çš„å®?è´?，我们没有任何血缘关系，所以更严格æ?¥è®²æˆ‘们是“金兰å§?妹â€?，我碰到过的人ä¸?多，但我能想åƒ?我们这ç§?比真正的å§?妹还è¦?亲密的感情并ä¸?那么多。我们认识å??三年了，我第一次è§?到她说的第一å?¥è¯?是“你长得和照片ä¸?一样…â€?（她那张照片用她的è¯?æ?¥è®²çš„确具有“欺骗性â€?），我就这样傻乎乎地说了（我有时感到有点难过，因为现在有时候我æ??怕还是这样傻乎乎的），她这个厚é?“的人也就傻乎乎地å?¬äº†ï¼Œä»¥å?Žæˆ‘们虽然ä¸?在一个地方，但常常通信，我那是因为礼貌å?«å¥¹â€œå§?å§?â€?，结果她就真æˆ?了我å§?å§?（我现在å??倒ä¸?å?«äº†ï¼‰ã€‚

�写了，我还�完�“天气先生�然�给她�过去（我在画“天气先生骑自行车�，我妈看到了，问我是�是在画扑克牌…），然�电��天，�一下彼此的�想汇报，我们通�时间的最高纪录是大约7�时，那时我�在酒店里，那一夜我��地在床和马桶之间�窜…

My sister smsed me to ask what time I’m going to sleep, I said “not sure, are you going to talk something sweet to me?�,� Tomorrow is my birthday!!!�(Damn it, I totally forgot)…We could imagine the expression of each other at that moment, and I thought her sexy thick lips were thicker because her sister was so good at forgetting (by the way, she always thinks herself looks likeShuqi , but I always warn her that her lips are just like two fatty worms )…

My sister is my “HONEY, BABY, SWEETHEART�. There is no blood relationship between us, so strictly to say, we’re “Gold Orchid Sisters�. I don’t meet many people, but I believe not many sisters are close as we are. I met her 13 years ago, the first sentence I talked to you is “You’re not look like your photos…�(she admitted she cheated people a bit,see,how humble my sister is), I told her stupidly (sometimes I feel sort of sad for myself, because now I’m afraid I’m still stupid often),and she listened stupidly with her natural kindness. From then on, we corresponded usually (we live in different city though). At first, I called her “sister� for politeness, she finally become my real sister then…she’s become the member of my family.

Oh, I gotta back to finish my Mr. Weather and send her later (I’m drawing “Mr. Weather is riding bicycle�, my mum asked if I drew the poker card while she looked at it just now),then we might have phone chat to report our ideological trend. We once talked by phone for 7 hours or so, I lived in the hotel that time, I remembered I changed my position hourly between bed and toilet that night…

P.S. I just found my painting in the corner (who put it there?!), It’s my first time to use rocky painting tools, terrible skill but I like it (I’m not the one who like every piece of the works he/she made). I took it in the night, so looks a little dirty…Hope my sister's birthday will bring me good luck in my painting…

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This is Mr. Weather I drew for the newspaper that my sister works for. I think he’s very pathetic, as I created him in a hurry so forgot to give him a brain. Maybe it has nothing to do with time, I just have no that gift to make a cartoon character. I didn’t like watching most animated films and reading fairy tales since I was a kid. I feel it’s so tired to read a cartoon book, because I couldn’t find where is conversation between too many characters.

I’m going to give a gift to my nephew with the money I made by selling Mr. Weather, why not? When I ordered him to steal a bottle of good whisky from his dad, he said yes without any hesitation. What a good boy, what a good little aunt who will give him his favorite stuff, and what a wonderful cooperation, except Mr. Weather is innocent.

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There was something special about the arrival of autumn and winter this year. Just as my best friend was leaving Beijing, autumn came, and then winter descended on the day that exhibition finished.

The exhibition, the one I was working for, is over. Putting the last of the exhibits onto the transport company’s truck, I was also saying goodbye to my first proper job. I didn’t really feel anything then, but when I saw the exhibitors all leaving and the chaos in the gallery I did feel upset for a moment. It was only a fake kind of upset though, not like Lin Daiyu’s “Enjoy parting more than gathering�

So these last few days I’ve been busy getting back to my lazy nature, wrapped up in the quilt listening to the sound of the wind, both chilling and comforting. If friends ask me out, I just send back one word. ‘Cold . . .’. I think it was after graduating I started to fear winter, started to treasure every inch of sunlight you get in this season. But winter is beautiful, especially the barrenness after the leaves have gone, the smell of baking sweet potatoes, the flames on a streetside barbeque.

I’ve been getting back to all my old favorites, Days of Being Wild, Pulp Fiction, Dreams of Red Mansions, old letters from friends，old songs . . . The things I used to like become sunlight for me in the winter. I even made up a CD of old songs （Bill Gates is amazing, he deserves to have happy life）, including Disappear, which I used to listen to a lot this time last year. If I was that girl, I’d have white hair like LuLu in 2046. Lulu was so cute in Days of Being Wild, not all of a girls innocence has to become sexuality and flirtation.

I’ve also been thinking about what I’ll do in the future. I reread my first post on here, and felt a little better. Never mind everything else, I’m still here, wintering and hoping the cold will pass a little quicker.

I never remembered to thank you, I really loved that post, another little bit of warmth. So thanks for that, and I hope you still drop in now and then . . .

P.S.The pictures from left to right are: the exhibition, byebye-exhibitors,the National Museum in Dark, The Tian'anmen Square at night, quiet Changan Street

今年的秋冬�得有些特别,在我最好的朋�离开北京和这次展览结��的第三天,秋和冬就准时到达了.

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这几日忙ç?€æ?¢å¤?懒惰的本性,在被çª?里å?¬ç?€é£Žå£°,也凄凉,也惬æ„?.对于朋å?‹çš„邀约,一个â€?冷…â€?字就打å?‘了. 好åƒ?从毕业的那年起,我开始æ??惧冬天的到æ?¥,开始为æ¯?一寸在这个季节å?¯ä»¥å¾—到的阳光而雀跃, 尽管窗外的冬季还是美丽的,尤其è?½å?¶å?Žçš„è?’芜,还有烤白薯的香气,烤肉摊上的ç?«è‹—…

这两天看得�得全是旧东西,阿飞正传,低俗�说,红楼梦,还有一些朋�们的旧信,�歌,我曾�现在�旧喜欢的便�了这冷季里我心上的阳光，我还�了一张�歌CD（Bill Gates值得拥有幸�生活），那里�有我去年冬季常�的“ 消失�，如果我是那里�的女孩，我就留�一头�LuLu在2046的白�，LuLu 在“阿飞正传�里是那么�爱，女人的天真并��得都�以�为性感与风情。

我这两天也在想未�的工作，看�这网页的第一张帖�，心下顿时暖了起�，无论如何，我还是在这里，继续�这个冬季，继续盼望�寒冷快点过去。

一直忘了谢谢你 ,我很喜欢这帖�，也是一份温暖，谢谢我的朋��以�现它，也希望你现在�旧�尔会�看看。

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One night I finished work very late, and somehow I scared one of the girls I work with as I was walking down the dark corridor (I didn’t really do anything, but she was kneeling on the floor too scared to lift her head). You see, my hairs a little darker than most people, and a little straighter. My eyes are a little bigger than most people, and a little brighter. My skins a little paler than most people, and a little more translucent. So, if you catch me coming down a dusky corridor, I look a little more like a ghost than most people.

She said I looked like the ghost from “School Mystery� (I think that’s the only ghost story she’d seen. The Japanese title is much better, “Rebirth of Hanako-san in the Toilet Room�). It’s about a girl, who nobody collects from school, and on the way home from school she meets someone evil . . . and so she becomes a ghost, appearing in the school toilets. I forget what actually happens, but she’s a classic ‘Japanese Ghost’

For most Chinese people, the classic ‘Chinese Ghost’ is Xiao qian in the film Chinese Ghost Story, which was based on China’s best known ghost story< �斋志异>(Don’t know the name of its English Version, seems the translator is Herbert A Giles). That book uses ghosts to reflect the social problems of the time (I hate use “reflect� in the review of books). The female ghosts in the book are all bright and clever, and you can feel sorry for them. Meanwhile, all the men are bookish scholars, so you get the beautiful ghosts serving the men as they pore over their books. So Japanese ghosts have an aesthetic of grief, silence and terror while Chinese ghosts just have to be pitied as they fall in love from beyond the grave.

When this job I have now is finished, I’m going back to freelancing. I’ve got some work already, dull but good money. I deal with the boredom by listening to ghost stories (I’ve already bought a CD full), but they all have a moral of ‘be good to people, and you won’t fear the ghosts knocking on the door at night’, and that’s no fun.

I’d love to tell the ‘real’ ghost stories I heard at university, but Confucius told us not to speak of strange forces and roaming spirits . . . I’ll keep my mouth shut.

PS If I sent this picture to that girl, she might die of the shock . . .the other pictures is from Chinese Ghost Story

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