Maybe I was just too tired yesterday. I slept at 8:30pm and got up at 3am. Today is the birthday of my supervisor. Besides the plan Yang and I had to send him Yang's own painting, I think the best present I could present him is a nice piece of work.
PS: if you see me around today, I would most probably be too busy to talk much...
A collegue of mine: so r u working hard?
I: how do you define "hard"?
He: whichever way you want...
I: Maybe not sufficient...
I am not feeling well. I dont feel like any interaction at all. So if you happen to see me around, pls dont ask me any question.
8 hours of sleep;
3 hours of digestion;
2 hours of piano;
1 hour of jogging;
10 hours of reading (200 pages).
How much time do I still have this summer? At least 6000 pages...
(photo: Jojo)Dear "Dear Friend" and the other dear friends，
it was truly a refreshment to read such a letter (in a column) that expresses rich feelings in a cat-calm and bamboo-cool way. I then reread the manifesto of the Tilburg Circle and Jojo's translation of Alfred Herrhausen's quotes. How I miss the brilliant minds! Now I cannot help myself in quoting the following from Jojo's list of 19 important quotes:
herewith attached is the column that Jojo wrote for the 13 others among whom I proudly claim one:
PS:(Jojo, in such a nice way you write, not only the means like the language, but also the ideas. I can only say that I cannot agree more with you to benefit from association with it. ^&^)
Dear Friend,
After awaking from post-graduation delirium[TJ1] and realizing that neither my parents nor the IB Groep deposited a cent in my account, panic has set in[TJ2] . A stage of life has ended and I am about to embark[TJ3] on a new one, if alone due to a sweeping [TJ4] cut in income i.e. study-finance.
It is times like these that lead one to reminisce[TJ5] the many missed opportunities and mistakes of the past and to wonder: how much of my failure can I blame on you, my friend? According to Greek philosophers, such as Arcesilaus, most of it. A great mind does not need friends; on the contrary, they belittle[TJ6] one’s greatness and limit the reach of one’s mind.
Even though I have never hesitated in blaming others for my blunders[TJ7] , this time I have chosen to take the (frankly unjustified) liberty to disagree with Arcesilaus. Not only do friends not limit one’s reach but they expand it. Their thoughts and views offer constant refreshment to the mind and their stories and dreams let our fantasy flourish.
Should I be forced to count the hours of the past years that will remain with me forever, it will be those only a friend can supply. Nothing can outweigh the shared experiences, the many troubled hours; the disagreements and the days spent dreaming.
The time we will spend with our childhood friends will surely diminish. We’ll be spread far across the globe, disconnected from one another. We won’t hear from them, have little time to think of them, but they will be there.
And now and then we shall meet; in
And to that, I am already looking forward to, dear friend.
Yours sincerely,
Sergeant Awesome
