The Land of Conjurors

To talk like this, or to talk like that, one should always behave like that. Everything lies in the spontaneity. The struggle lessens while he decides to chat with her immediately. The abrupt interruption but decent way of talk, which he always has these abilities to control, makes him satisfy the relationship with others. Perhaps easy as always, and she can never understand his abruptness for a moment; however, it ignites her to talk for no reason. Somehow amazed as he feels even though he has the settled one with him over half a year. He considers that, perhaps he is waiting something, something can start over to excite him with new ground. It is an old-fashion way of talk but sparks both of them a bit in the same field. He thinks he can do that, with eagerness in a 20 cm distance with this girl. And they discuss the material with both enthusiasm and eagerness. What a fascinating moment to talk with her based on the material, he thinks, in his room, where he forgets his current girlf...

So tired and exhausted recently. I feel I can hardly catch on the class ever and ever. Last night, I read James Joyce's Portrait til 2 am. However, I discovered his notion in standing his position of the theme such as death, time, women, and the relationship between sin and fidelity in terms of religion. Actually, it's quite cool to read his work since I feel like I am standing his viewpoint in criticizing the social phenomena. Portrait should be the book poured by his autobiographical style. And, to be an artist, he keeps seeking the real world where he can rely on and can combine both hatred and love. The instinct of being an artist discloses his character in his young age as a teenager. Nonetheless, Stephen, the protagonist, can be instinct to perceive the unknown power of the taste in artistic sense. This significantly points out the very core of the artist he would like to be. And I wish I could learn more and read deeper in Joyce's intention and experimental techniqu...

Prof. Susan Suleiman, the professor from American Harvard University, had gave her speech for her work in seminar style called Crises of Memory and Second World War in the College of Liberal Arts, NSYSU. Briefly speaking in this paper, Prof. Suleiman discussed the loss and trauma of 1.5 generation which she called, and how they experienced that in representing their historical memory unconsciously by inventing the techniques and form in writing a fiction. Prof. Suleiman put emphasis on "how" to tell the story rather than "why." She viewed the survivors as an individual which embodies the personal historical memory by selves. After the speech, my classmates and I had a great time with Prof. Susan Suleiman through peaceful small talk and wander at the beach from NSYSU. Prof. Suleiman looked alive when she stood at the beach and saw a large track of sea in front of her. Somehow her back reminded me of a leading actress in the film, Titanic, the old lady Lora...

Yes, loads of papers to read and a great many oral presentations needed to prepare. Something happens to me, our professor keeps giving us the papers which are all based on the idea of diaspora, but it really annoys me in grasping the meaning behind the text within. I feel depressed and frustrated since I can hardly stand the shoes on someone losing their family or ancestors or some other reason related to the very concept of "Home." I really don't have a clue, and I feel I can't do that kind of research anymore. No, certainly not. Besides this, to raise a question with deeper issue or profound concept. Others can but I can't!! Why? It seems that something goes extreme in my brain, fails to confront the predicament I have at present. And I always know that I lack those experiences in living, I mean, something about life, sympathy, and epiphany so on. This time, I kind of hate the young age for myself. The unknown situation, the unknown knowledge, and the unknown f...

Like a dream with persistence in your mind for something will no longer out of reach that's when I stand at some corner of the beach in the future without harm and fear to be blind. Like the last time to remind you that your seat-belt should be taken before expectantly falling into a place where nature is forsaken. Like you order a cup of coffee combining the bitterness with the sweetness, mixing up the toffee as if you tasted in a way of happiness. Like you are in danger of sailing necessarily in need of help but you seem to realize that your wings suddenly fail.

Flying on the sky beneath the dishes and glasses of wine Left one or two pretending no one knew as natuarally telling a white lie Goodbye, goodbye I have said but how silly I, in believing your eyes There can hardly be a telltale sign before coming to the farewell time still waving farewell to my good fellows for having known that ─ you are not mine.

Someday I'm going to head for Taichung again, and I love it. It's so exciting for me to have this trip having a banquet. I was very eager to check the bus schedule a while ago. My partner who studies Western Literature will come with me as well. Very thrilled now! I got so many things about my future and secret and would like to share those things with her. In addition to that, I hope that Taichung MRT will be soon go into operation. If I get my degree of graduate school, I might head for Taichung as soon as I can. It is the city of art, creativity and liberation for me, especially for me, who comes from Kaohsiung. By the way, I don't think Taipei is a great city even though it owns a good many resources and its variety of everything fashionable. I've been there with my partner by the end of June, and the environment was pretty messy, the building which combines the old and modern style, stood disorderly without the beauty of the city. Well, that is just my opinion. Per...