Yesterday, I found this B&W picture, which was taken when I was two. Every time my mum sees it she says she knew even then I’d be trouble.
I had my hair cut today, the hairdresser used to be good, but today he made me look like a 70s Hong Kong kung-fu star. I just drew it the hairdo for my friend and he filled in the rest. As you can see, he only knows Bruce Lee.
Somehow, I think he agrees with my mom.
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Hit problems with taking some photos of my works, so my mood for painting this evening was suddenly shattered. My mum comforted me, I love my mum. I felt better afterwards. Called a friend I grew up with, the kind of friend you can call at 3am because you stubbed your toe. Good to practice my Beijing accent again, and we both love Owen. Another friend made some suggestions about photo printing, even though we hadn’t been in touch for ages, so thanks to him. I know I can figure this problem out, but only after the bad mood left.
The cab drivers went on strike yesterday, and apparently the airport went 90 minutes without a single taxi. I didn’t know so I was standing on the street for long time. Luckily there were some scabs. I do wish someday 60,000 cabs would strike together, “Hey, but you have to tell customers like me!� I chatted to a cab driver “Sure, we’ve only won a battle, not the war. The fuel subsidy will continue past July when it was meant to finish, but it’s difficult to get all the cab drivers to strike together� “who are the scabs?� “The peasants (the ones live in the suburb), I won’t say anything bad about them, but compared to us former workers they just don’t get it. Short-sighted, just out for themselves.�
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That’s my favorite change for 2008. Yes, he looked a bit pathetic, but…I really don’t like that kind of dog – natural toy looking. If I was his owner I’d dress him up as the leading role in horror movie and enjoy the screaming.
But he was cute in this political way, to prove politics are everywhere, like Olympic slogans in Beijing. His owner looked like she was giving a speech, when I asked her “how did you dye his hair� she came back with “with hair treatment cream� like she answered this question a million times. “Can I take a picture of him?� “Sure, let me take off the leash first. Don’t move, lie down, be good�. Then I got the pictures.
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