Il Sun Moon

Il Sun Moon

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Pink nail

New term is starting next week. I can’t believe already 5 days passed since I came back from Prague. 5 days, I have read half of a book, I dyed my hair again — turned out the colour wasn’t strong enough even I cannot recognise I have dyed or

Satellite

When I was younger than now, I thought if making memory is this much painful, then I don’t want to making another one. How naive thinking it was. How I could think that I can control the flow of my life. Isolating myself and becoming the outsider was not

Occurrence

How can we prove that something is really happening right now—or that it truly happened in the past? We all rely on our senses and thoughts, generated in that small, wrinkled organ: the brain. But the brain can lie to us. In fact, it lies to us many times

Clear drunkenness

Sometimes – or all the time – I think, if I exposed my very personal thinking, no one can stand with me. Pessimistic and dangerously stubborn my character shows my own idea about the world. This blog was kind of challenge exposure myself. As Photographer uses liquid and tied up the moment

I know I have too much thought but

Today’s presentation was very interesting to me. I am very sure that we all have very different point of view about the “NAME”. Especially for me, name is very important fragment of myself from all images wrapping around me. As my mom told me, I love myself TOO MUCH

Foucault is not helping me

My mind has been seized with one question for the past 2 weeks. That question is surrounding me and never let me go free. Indigestible thinking was stuck in my mind and started rot. Oh, shit I so hate the feeling that occupying me completely. Some people could call it

Interpretation

While I was working on my second assignment—researching Facebook’s Terms of Service—I began thinking about interpretation. Especially in relation to myself. How can I say that I am here? Of course, I’m doing things—I produce by-products: carbon dioxide, dead skin cells, and even this writing.

The past is just a story we tell ourselves

I remember when the e-book boom began—many of my friends were worried that it would mark the end of paper books. As they predicted, I now see many people reading books and newspapers on Kindles or iPads. I’m not an expert in this field, so I can’t

who was there

Hall is very interesting place. Because I do not know everyone, so I can arbitrarily interpret them as a stranger. Their behavior and practice are always amuse me. Remains, the past of their belongings, telling me the story. Where they were stayed and what they were eating. I cannot know

Wunderkammern

I still can remember when my mom yelled me “stop asking!”. Maybe that was the time when my bookshelf started fulled. All kind of books from encyclopaedia to romance novel, made my world. If the topic was too difficult then I watched documentary movie. Why it is happening? why do