I was thinking I should post something, something of no significance but randomness. I shall have my memories compiled,out of no reason (but possibly boredom), knowing not how. Listening to emo songs is likely to function as a catalyst,adding to the not-so-high temperature of my intertwined thoughts (which after all seems to be of complete blankness). It feels good to have something to be posted, no matter how random it is. And there is this linguistic confusion among Chinese, English, Spanish and French. Yesterday I said to me Spanish seemed harder to learn than French and Senorita almost jumped up from the chair.

Have read some comentarios on books and movies and discovered that I still hate the artificiality of their metaphors. The perfectly idealistic me years ago seems so distant now.[Your attention please: the fire alarm has been sounded and the cause is being investigated.Please remain calm and wait for further instructions.----The haunting repetition, after having disappeared for so long, emerged again.Fortunately it stopped.] My writing has changed so much and has lacked the imaginative freedom.I guess this is what happens when four languages stir and jumble up at the same time: you can seize the essence of none of them but get lost among the different senses brought out, especially when there is such an enormous difference between your native language and the other three. And insufficient reading makes me feel inadequate. Listening to too much music and watching too many movies make me too lazy to form sentences---you get too used to visions and sounds instead of words. [and well, you become more Spanish---excuse me.]

What if one can paint his dreams (well, that makes him another Picasso) or his thoughts (Dali II, then) in the exact form they have been. dissemble and rearrange. Probably they are full of beautiful patterns and rhymes, graphically, musically. Then you'll have all the candydreams, futboldreams, savetheworlddreams exhibiting themselves [ah, reflexive--have I spelt it correctly?--verbs in Spanish are SO(sos) confusing.] in front of you. And you'll see a picture of your carrying your winged heart to Iberica, with crimson, violet, baby blue backgrounds. How amazing.

Oh, the music has stopped.