I accidentally found photos again. Brendan was sad when he heard Kurt Vonnegut passed away. I was sadder when I read following words which he sent me.

Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again. - Kurt Vonnegut

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I hereby appoint myself Offical Hater of the 2008 Olympic Torch design. I've always been obsessed with traditional Chinese decorative patterns, which I've worked on in the past (and will do in the future, honest). I feel like I've been planning a heist for years, and now I find someone else has stolen the jewels which few care about it before. Scum. Subhuman scum.

Well, It's normal, it happens...

I think I'll just sulk.Arse.

Cloud of Promise, huh?!It's everywhere!- Pictures: pigment painting with foil/sketch of relief bronze/torch

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It's almost 6am now, I feel pretty awake though.

Looking favorite paintings would make me awake. I know it but I couldn't help doing that. I want some fun. Especially my current job is to write UK art review weekly - I really like it, it's about art! But I don't like one of the requests of the review is to talk about art only in positive way. You know, most contemporary art for me is just rubbish. I need to take fresh air break by looking chinese traditional art.

I've been looking Ni Zan's stuff in last week. He's always one of my favorite artist since I first looked his stuff. People asked him why no people in his painting, he said "Looking around, who deserves it?"

I like his answer. He's too awake though.

Sleeping pill works, i will get some food then go to bed. Have a nice weekend and i have to say sorry, my complaint seems never disappears.

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