The Land of Conjurors

I feel weird when I have been asked to tell what I "really" am writing about. My classmates are so keen on the topic that I am working on. And they tend to be my adviser, trying their best to "understand" my thoughts and ideas. Nonetheless I still consider it should remain privacy for the thesis we graduate students are working on. I tend not to reveal lots of details on my thoughts on my thesis in development. Isn't it the common sense that all the graduate student should keep their privacy on their thesis to some extent? This does not mean to be fear for being known by others but the meaning upheld holistically by the subjective view. Some of my classmates, I reckon, appease their anxiety for seeking opinions from others on their thesis. I don't know, I still think that it is not safe at all even though everyone does different kinds of topics on literature fields. For me, it somehow is like that the popular stars have been questioned their love affair in t...

You cannot even hide the situation that has been brought by them. You go out, a certain place. Lots of things have loaded you in dragging state. It seems that there is a chance to choose one or another, the chance you offer me or the material life in sight. I try to make a better decision but fear every step might go wrong if I keep moving along. It could be you. It always is you, who tends to lead me from the shadow to the sparkle. What are we moving around? Nothing, but we share the heartbeat. This cannot even be me when I associate my life with others, as you told me last time and even questioned my career in the future for there was always a better job for me. And you will help me find it. It is not my job that matters but the potential of mine that counts. We should do it together. Yes, we should. We shall. At the same time I find it hard to separate myself from them in a while. There are so many things in this world frustrates me. I could be alone, as always alone. Just like you....

That was all the air that matters It was swirling in no time The air you made tickled me while my heart fluttered with giddiness that kept me pounding, losing and hollowing. The air, covered by the smell you emitted carried me down to the top of some peak that neither you nor I had accepted swirled its smell along the way, causing the noiseless beat in any hidden connection it spun. It spun, as if you were all jolted within while it was spooling me in. Now, I live for the smell from yours The smell, the air, uniting all, can barely be discerned by anyone for I am you-ward with such smell that does not mean you have won but miscellaneous smell it becomes.

In Taiwan, parents mostly wish their children better than others especially for their grades. I just came across a chance to tutor a junior boy in English nearby. This boy was quite excellent in math and physics, while his Chinese and English slightly fall by the grades which are not as good as the excellence of math and physics. But anyway, he was really an excellent boy in class. The only bad thing, as his parents considered, was that he often made careless mistakes on English exams. His parents were keen to find a tutor accompanying him with studying. Or I should made more clear that their parents desire to find someone in haste who wishes to "accompany" him during the time before the official exam. It was my pleasure to teach English for him, but I cannot load him with burden for carrying the responsibility of study. Maybe I was wrong to correct their thoughts for not accompanying students with their study. I told the junior boy to stay more focus on what question he was ...

I have no any clue that who Alan Turing is until I see the movie today. It is all about the love that matters, no matter in the pursuit of the discourse of homosexual or heterosexual affairs. The love in a person with his deeper soul who believes his love, Christopher, would always accompany him through creating a machine by Turing's own hand, designating his true belief in connection with Christopher in his rest of life. Perhaps it still remains in the discourse of two people in love for such traditional assumption. Instead of falling a discourse of love, perhaps The Imitation Game points out the happiness of being abnormal in love through Turing's case. Such seemingly abnormal love at the time of 1950s portrays more than we have expected. It occurred to me in one of the episodes The Grantchester . The role of clergyman in The Grantchester is responsible for dealing all sorts of trivial and big matters but still realizes nothing for the homosexuals. Sometimes it is the feeli...

March has come. It becomes a thought that I might give it a go when you seem not to care about me. You may just turn yourself away and pretend nothing has happened between us. Initially I thought we have come to an end if falling apart in a way of pretending both of us in a languish state of releasing anything important. But who may know that this turning point brings us to reinvent our relationship so far. I seem so awkward every time when confronting with a new challenge that brought by you. Not knowing that you truly wish me well by different ways to care about me, and perhaps this is what you can do for all the time. I beg nothing but wish myself better every time. Ungratefully I consume you so much that I may have just pretended to be a naughty boy who is always so spoiled clinching you with my quirky temper. Something we have always in common, that we seem not to deserve a corky face in any sense but strive for a better, higher and deeper passage toward the core of that invisible...

He fears, as always. He never does things right . N o, you would expect him no more . T his time he seem ed to realize what he c ould or c ouldn't do without the help of every single thing which clinche d him. H e f e ll into such certain rule and f ounded nothing to which he belong ed , and he should have resented himself for what he had done and had felt pathetic for what he was incapable of. Something knotty and even unspeakable drenche d in his every vein as if being told to make them clear and even dry them up. That was when he felt no certain at all for everything that's not to be told. He turned himself away, as he always did. If finding himself was long miles to go, he would have just let some of them go and cared no more. Now, he somehow has felt this sort of way, and yes, no one w ould praise him for sure since he always let others down, even for his dearest. "What could be proper anyway?" He again asked himself the very common question and again...