Just smsed my girlfriends - Do you feel sometimes all the people you know are very annoying?

My favorite answer is "yes",then "especially right now and the first one is myself",then "often, my husband says if menopause comes early".

My non-favorite answer is "What's up?","You'd better have vacation",and silence. - Will be ignoring them for a short while.

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I drew this back in the Jurassic Period, so I forget whether I was inspired by Rilke's poem first or put it in the middle to fill that space:

At bottom the ancient, gnarled,
    root of all things
upraised, hidden springs,
    that are not revealed.

Hunt-horn and battle helm,
    elder's disputes,
angry men, overwhelmed,
    women like lutes ...

Crowded twigs on a tree,
    not one of them free ...
One! oh climb higher ... oh higher ...

Most still break. But instead,
    this first one, overhead,
bends itself into a lyre.

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I hate flowers. I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move. - Georgia O'Keeffe

I found this line searching Flickr for "flower", and it made me laugh. I still love O'Keeffe, although we spent more time figuring out if she was a lesbian and if her lover might have been her husband in a former life. I never thought her flowers just implied sex - she shouldn't be underestimated like that.

A couple of friends think some of my work is similar to O'Keeffe's style. I guess they mean the curved lines and intensity like this one comparing to this . I wasn't familiar with O'Keeffee's work when I drew it - I just drew the only way I knew how. This kind of blindness is very interesting.

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“Hey, you’ll leave for more than two weeks. I’m going to miss you! You indeed look like Edward Norton, so I’ll watch more Edward Norton film, for missing you! � I said, to Brendan, two weeks ago.

. . .

Today.

“Hey, Wula, I’ll borrow this magazine from you, because there’s review about Tarkovsky, plus, Edward Norton is on the cover!� Then I pointed Edward Norton’s photo to Wula.

“Oh, that guy,� he took a glance at the cover, “He came here a few days ago, for interview�.

“What?! Why you didn’t tell me?! You don’t know I like him?! Oh, yes, you don’t know. But you should know, don’t you think he looks like Brendan?!�

“er…does he?�

“You magazine is mine now, for your misjudgment.�

“OK...when Brendan comes back?�

“Who cares?! I still can’t believe I missed E-d-w-a-r-d N-o-r-t-o-n!�

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Finally someone tagged me to do that 'five things nobody else knows about you' thing…! It’s a bit difficult to remember what Brendan doesn’t know, since when he stops talking, I start, but here goes . . .

(1) I held toweling blankets instead of soft toys until…a few years ago.

I had two big toweling blankets to hold and smell –maojinbei in Chinese, so I named them beibei, which also means babe. They had a sleepy smell which made me happy and calm, so I held them most of the time when I was at home. They died though, they got thinner and thinner (unlike me) until they tore really easily.

(2) I was the fastest runner in my class at primary school

For short distance,50M or 100M. But I was only good in my class, on the school sports day I sucked – last, or second last, every time.

(3) Once upon a time, I was good at politics exams.

The comments on Brendan’s Chinese blog reminded me - I gave up the exam even though I spent months preparing. The politics textbook made me vomit, but in middle school, I was not bad. Once I got full marks in filling the blanks, which was a mission impossible, I was called “xing xing of human being� by my classmate , xing xing in Chinese, either means star or orangutan, I had no idea what they referred to.

(4) I only can wink at you with my left eye.

Because I don’t know how to close my right eye only!

(5) My pain endurance is not bad

For instances: When I was eight the dentist pulled my tooth out without anesthetic and I didn't cry at all; when I first went to the Chinese doctor for Tui Na last year, I got another nickname – strong female solder, because I didn’t scream or yell under doctor’s hands. By the way, Brendan went to there too, it turned out he is a well-trained spy.

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