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Colin Diersing Tomi Kiviluoma

CREATIVEDIRECTOR
Quentin Yiu John Wang

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Poetry Memes A Journal of a Man who Once Died Bouzi Survey

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On a scale of 1 to 10 Reflections on procrastination Quality of life in context

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is delayed too much from the estimated midway of seven weeks. Also perhaps the second years with all the major deadlines being relieved towards November appreciated the timing in comparison to have a break closer to Christmas. Given the surprisingly diminutive amount of class time in this school through the whole year it might be hard to argue for any holiday additions to the calendar. Starting in September and finishing studies by April is undoubtedly a bizarre concept for most of our students. Many of us have used to carrying on classes a week or two in June. Hence Bou Zi hopes everyone grabbed a hold of the holiday opportunity and absorbed some extra energy for the weeks to come. Your Editors, Tomi and Colin

In the memory of Mid-Term break: Bou Zi cherishes the weirdlyColin Diersing and Tomi Kiviluoma named vacation By:

From the Editors

id-term break, at least by its name, should highlight an important moment in the first half of the school year. If you took the name in its literal meaning you probably ended up panicking over it. Fortunately, we are not quite there yet. A sigh of relief can be heard from the lips of certain students who for some reason were concerned of the graduation being so close already at the start of the term. Before the start of the break we had no more than three weeks of school behind, excluding Orientation Week. But figures aside, it was a lovely opportunity to gain a rest of some sort. One really requires time and space for thought to adapt to the infamously pressurizing environment of the school. This, I bet, applies to everyone from students to staff and to faculty. Especially as the first month of the new school year really tends to keep the whole community busy The strange correlation between the timing and the title of the holiday can also be explained by the unusually chaotic nature of our first term. If the midterm break was actually situated halfway through, after another two or three weeks from now, it would have coincided with the review visits which of course isnt feasible at all. The six day break, with one extra day off due to a sudden typhoon, indeed served as the very last chance to pay attention to more mundane elements of life before the hassle of the reviews truly begins. This also answers to the question: why not set it right after the dust has settled from the reviews? Well, that would have fallen a bit late already and perhaps the title loses more of its value if the break

By: Mary Hui

Undiscovered HK #7: Hanging out in Tai Hang

Tai Hang, or Big Pit, might not sound as alluring as the punchy SoHo, Lan Kwai or TST - but dont let its name deceive you. Once a district of run-down houses and patchy wooden huts, its now a vibrant neighbourhood just a few minutes away from the hustle-bustle of Causeway Bay, nestled conveniently behind the Hong Kong Central Library. The district really has its own unique character. Its situated away from other areas - enough to distinguish it - but not too much for it to become isolated. Its a lively mix of old and new, traditional and modern. Running down the main road are little stores made of sheets of corrugate iron, owned by smiling grannies selling eggs, salted fish, fruits, vegetables and incense. On the sides, though, flanking these rickety metal shacks, are hip restaurants offering every cuisine imaginable: Chinese, Japanese, Thai,

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Western meal that the Chinese hardly ever enjoy. On Tuesday, they served Xiao Long Bao (pork dumplings with soup inside them), and, to my amazement, they were tasty as well! Trust me; being a local, as silly as it may sound, it is not an easy job to find a good Xiao Long Bao, one that has the perfect balance between the thickness of the dumpling skin and the volume of soup inside, in Hong Kong. So a round of applause to the Canteen chefs for that. Apart from the Xiao Long Bao, the two brunches also featured a number of delicious Dimsums, including the curry fish balls, curry filled chicken samosas (which are in fact very common in China) and the Shu Mai (the yellow Chinese dumplings usually filled with pork, although I think the chefs in the Canteen had put fish inside of these ones). However, despite that I thoroughly enjoyed the brunches of the two days; I couldnt help but overhear the difficulties the ones who do not eat pork were going through. They basically could not eat much at the brunch on Tuesday because, lets admit it; all the food contains pork, including the dumplings and the (pork) cartilage in Thai sauce. And this should definitely be something that the Canteen staff takes a note on to ensure everyone enjoys these brunches as much as I do in the future. So thats pretty much my first real review of the food in the canteen. Again if theres anything that any of you want to tell me, be it comments or suggestions, feel free to send me an email at Trevor13@lpcuwc.edu.hk.
We are indeed much more than what we eat, but what we eat can nevertheless help us to be much more than what we are. -Adelle Davis

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Vietnamese, French, Fusion......all you have to do is take your pick, and prepare yourself for a most scrumptious experience. Whens the best time to go? Tai Hang comes alive at dinner time. Because most restaurants are essentially holes in the wall, seating capacities are limited. Enter al fresco dining: restaurants owners ingeniously move their tables out and expand to the pavement area, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. In fact, diners often chat late into the night over wine, coffee and desserts while their pet dogs snuggle at their feet. Another good time to drop by is between 11:30am and 3pm , when 73 year-old Ah Bak has his mobile charcoal-fired waffle trolley set up, selling his famous gai daan tsai, or egg puffs. Ah Bak has encountered some minor legal hiccups lately concerning licensing, but with luck, youll be able find him by a side alley with his lip-smacking gai daan tsais. If youre ever bored with working at school, why not head over to Tai Hang and treat yourself to a good dose of affordable cuisine? Even if you feel a tad guilty about such a luxurious indulgence, all you have to do is remind yourself that the Central Library is just a stones throw away, and that youll head over as soon as youre done with the food. (Or not.)

The Grub Column

By: Trevor Lam In these past two weeks, the canteen has delivered us more than a few interesting meals to say the least. But I doubt many people will remember the meals we had last week, especially after the long five-day weekend that came out of the blue. So Ive decided to keep it simple for my first real grub review. Now, Im not sure about everyone else, but my favorite meal of any week is ALWAYS the brunch that is served every Sunday. I cant say if its because of the absolutely magnificent Toffee Bonoffi pie which the canteen creates for us most of the times, or if its just the mind-blowing concept of combining the two best meals of the day into one. Nevertheless, I simply adore brunch. Its pretty much the force that wakes me up in the morning on a daily basis. Okay, maybe not, but you understand my point. So, you can only imagine how excited I was when I heard that brunch was going to be served for four days in a row! And better yet, it didnt even become old after four consecutive days, which alone was fantastic. The brunches I particularly liked were the ones on Tuesday and Wednesday. We were actually offered very traditional Chinese snacks (Dimsums) which surprised me since brunch is technically a very

Whats On in Hong Kong (still rhymes!)

By: Matthew Webb Exhibitions The work of Chinese artist Zeng Fanzhi is currently exhibiting at the Gagosian Gallery (7/F, Pedder Building, 12 Pedder Street). The pieces span Fanzhis career, charting the development of his distinctive portrait style. At deSarthe Gallery (8/F Club Lusitano, 16 Ice House Street) a selection of pieces from John Wesley are being exhibited. His work takes a sparingly minimalist look at similar issues to those of his Pop-art contemporaries. Music

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Working from a google-translated bio of rock band Da Bang I can surmise that theyre promoting a new album with their upcoming show at Hidden Agenda; and also the somewhat more allegorical They like the lust of all sugar-coated society (does it make any more sense like this: ?). Either way theyre definitely playing HA, 21st October, $180 on the door. Also on the 21st, The Fringe Club will be having its monthly Listen Up! Acoustic Night. This months lineup includes Tilly, an Australian singer-songwriter who describes her music as playful indie pop when a singer uses those adjectives and that noun to describe their own music, you know you might want to give the first 30 minutes a miss. However all is not lost, also performing will be fusion artist John Greer who is described with such pretentiousness that he must be good: Curiously tempestuous and gently nonchalant, he soothes and swells the mind, despite the intensity of his musical conception 22:30, $100 (including one special drink). Theatre Once again at the Fringe Club; Coffee & Cigarettes, a series of one-act plays is showing 11th to 15th October, 22:00. If youre looking for anecdotes for your next cocktail-party (and I know you all are), then this maynt be quite high-brow enough for you but an evening of light-entertainment shouldnt be sneered at. And afterall 20% of the proceeds go to an orphanage in Cambodia so you can score culture and UWC points with one proverbial stone. $180 on the door. Lets assume were talking about choosing new shoes or which parent to talk to about taking a grad trip always pick the one thats going to make you happier than the one thats more reasonable. tis way more gratifying I think. But if were talking about life in general, now, thats a bit harder to answer. Some apparent super computer said it was 42, someone else said the only way you do this all is with truth, and some crazy nave darling said it was with love. But when it comes to doing life in a fashionable, elegant, grandeur, unforgettable, perfect way, I am 96% sure that is not how you have to do it. Whats so interesting about being perfect anyway? Do some learning darlings, allow yourself to fall into potholes of utter despair but get up and fill it with glitter and autumn leaves or something. Go to some insane rock concert on a night when you know youre about to keel over because youre just that tired. Break your heart, make some art and remember, its always better deep fried (okay that doesnt mean you go deep-frying your lab report, loser.). Grab some of that tinkerbell fairy dust, more coffee or maybe tea?, put some d-o on, ignore those eye-bags and balance out your tumble-dryer of a life. Ill stop blabbering on about washing machines now, spare you, and just leave you with some Eddie Izzard-y words of wisdom: But dont worry about it kids, okay? Just tune in, turn off, drop out, drop in, switch off, switch on and explode Love and such, Athena

The Advisory
Dear Athena, How do I do this? Hey kids, So heres a question that comes up quite a lot in a semi-adolescent, semi-adult, IB-grinding, nail-biting, casual-chilling, last-minute-freaking, person-of-ourages achy breaky mind. Yet of course, there is no solid shiney answer to it. Lets say were talking about a lab report Think about the topic question, think like you have never thunk before and come up with an elaborate explanation to that question according to the many resulting factors from some vague experiment you did, combine it with some coffee and some IB criteria, fancy unnecessary obnoxious yet elegant words, mix it all up, add some spice and logic and bam, that should spew you a perfectly decent, passable-for-an-essay essay. Or you could just Google it really. Now how about some uber complicated math equation designed for those sparkly brainiacs among us? Well, honestly, dont ask me, Im in studies for a reason.

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On A Scale From 1 To 10
By Vincent Wang

Oh the dread, the ambiguous dread. A mathematician's nightmare! Is 1 or 5 or 0 neutral? What is 10? Does 10 have a definition, or is it a concept rather than a number, like infinity?

"I'd give her a 7"

Though it does differ, most people (and I myself) treat 5 as the neutral rating, even though 5.5 would be true neutrality given the ordinal nature of the rating system. I do admit that the 1 to 10 system gives the added benefit of allowing one to express negativity, but I usually tread the higher-middle ground, because I feel giving something a 6 is disrespecting it, while an 8 or above would label me an overeager spastic. A 7 on a 1 to 10 scale is roughly halfway between neutrality and infinite enlightenment (?) so 7 sounds good.

"7?!" *Heterosexual acquaintance gives me look with heavy implications* "No! 8, ok?"

!!! Alright. !

because what is 10?! 10 is literally the best. You cannot exceed 10, because 10 is the extent of the scale of 1 to 10. So if 10 beats everything, and I rate a bowl of cup noodles at a 10/10, then the cup noodles are so good I would rather eat a bowl of cup noodles than two bowls of the same cup noodles, because by definition, 10 beats everything. Sure, the movie was good, but a 10? To me, that's implying I would strangle everyone on my floor by hand to watch Inception (maybe my roommates, but not the whole floor.) Breathing, sleeping and my right to urinate? No thank you, I would rather listen to 'Party Rock Anthem'.

= 7.5 =

!!!" . Midway between earth and heaven. Karmic. But yet I am not satisfied, !

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Another problem. The grey between 5 and 6 is neutrality; the realm of apathy and indifference, which is far, far removed from the existential-disneyland that would be 10. Because of this, linear scaling is unwieldy and inexpressive, as everything would be roughly 6. Example: I love my family. They are important to me. I have 4 family members, and I love them equally. For the sake of argument, suppose I value my family collectively at 10, namely I wouldn't value anything else over them. Therefore, on a scale from apathy to 10, I acquire 4 family members along the way:

7 is quite large. In fact, in transition from 6 to 7, my cup noodles became so good that I would have traded my little sister for them. From 7 to 8, I would have traded both my sisters. From 8 to 9, I would have bartered away all the women of my family, and those 10/10 noodles better have beef bits in them if I'm going to be living alone (mmm beef bits.) But Vincent! You protest indignantly. You can't compare instant noodles and human beings! We're full of bourgeois values and stuff! Well therein lies the problem. The 1 to 10 scale is a generalisation, one that saves people from having to express themselves in words, and the result of the generalisation is that one can compare humans and other edibles on the same scale of enjoyment. But Vincent! You noise with indignation. How will we be able to pass fleeting judgement on things now Excellent query, you credulous nimrods. Behold!

Doing it right!

Firstly, forbid the use of 10. Not such that 9 becomes the new 10, but in a way that 10's existence is acknowledged, but nobody is allowed to use it, even though everyone wants to, much like the guard bikes. On that note, do those guys EVER leave their little security shack at the gate? I would understand if Simon went for a joyride around campus once in a while, but the fact is he doesn't, so liberate the bikes!

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Secondly, introduce 0, which will act the dark side of 10. As 10 would be the ultimate fulfilment of all mortal desires manifested in beef cubes, 0 would be the abject violation and destruction of every aspect of one's existence, manifest in that insoluble demon-powder that gets left over after otherwise good cup noodles that prevents one from drinking all the soup for fear of mouth contamination. It is similarly forbidden to be used, but a rating on a scale from 0 to 10 would allow 5 to be neutral, rather than 5.5. Thirdly, and most importantly, let us define a thing's fulfilment of any single item from a set of Maslow's list of human needs (see pretty colours) as a +1 score bonus starting from 5, but capping at 9, and the negation of any of Maslow's sets as a result of the good as a -1 star penalty, such that the minimum score is 0 and the maximum 9.

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"How would YOU rate her then?" "11." Dont go there.

But Vincent! You indignatificate. This makes everything so difficult! Yes. Yes it does, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

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Livability
By: Verity Cookie Recently, the Economist Global Units Liveability Survey named Melbourne as the worlds most liveable city. The survey bases its results on factors like political and social stability, diversity and the standard of cultural events, crime rates and infrastructure like education and healthcare. While it seems natural to want a breakdown on the conditions of cities around the world the idea of the worlds most liveable city got me thinking what really makes a city liveable? Although not technically from Melbourne I live close enough to it to say that its public transport is rather dysfunctional in comparison to Hong Kong and many other cities in the world. While recent surveys have revealed that living in Melbourne or Sydney costs 40% as much as living in New York and although not explicitly stated in the survey Melbourne almost definitely has a much higher crime rate (read drunken street violence) than say Hong Kong. To add to the irony, while transport, a widely accepted flaw of Melbourne, received an acceptable (the highest rating in the survey), the arts scene, something Melbournians tend to pride themselves on, only received a tolerable. Dont get me wrong, I like Melbourne but I cant help but wonder...how on earth did all of this happen? The sad reality of these surveys is that they cant take into account the personal experience one has with a city because it is hard to put a number on such a subjective thing. Im mostly talking about all of those little things that have an impact on the way you perceive a city. For example the energy, atmosphere and undercurrents that drive it, the small talk or lack there of that a shopkeeper makes with you, the kind of person you are most likely to sit next to on a train, the general pace with which people walk, the kind of conversation youre most likely to hear walking up its main street, the type of newspapers that sell, the things that inhabitants of the city swear by for example coffee or football but most simply the way that its makes you feel. If you ask me, if were ever going to find answers to any of these questions, its best to throw away the worlds most liveable city list right away and go explore it all for yourself!

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Reflection on procrastination
By: David Chan What is procrastination? According to the Cambridge Dictionary Online, to procrastinate means to delay doing something; On Wikipedia, they say procrastination refers to the act of replacing high-priority actions with tasks of low-priority, and thus putting off important tasks to a later time. Sound serious. eh? Yet, procrastination relates to every aspects of our life, since we need to make the decision to procrastinate. In economic terms, it is related to the issue of choices and opportunity cost, which leads to the basic economic problem of scarcity. (For those who are not studying economics, ask your friendly neighbors, Im sure they are more than happy to help). Therefore, its inevitable and unavoidable for us to face the challenges raise by procrastination. If procrastination is indeed creating trouble for people, why do they still procrastinate? The answer is very simple, the basic human instinct --- Greed. In Maslows hierarchy of needs, it describes peoples want to satisfy their needs, which leads to their action to satisfy it; Chews theory also argues that people tend to accumulate over time, even though they might have already it to satisfy their own wants. It is justifiable that people would replace tasks with other things that enhance

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their pleasure, which satisfy the first layer (the physiological layer) of the hierarchy of needs. The effects of procrastination can easily be observed within our daily lives. For instance, I procrastinated for three days before this article was written, and currently I am sitting on my bed, talking with a girl called Jaimie and trying to get the work done, which is almost impossible to finish the article while talking. As the English poet Edward Young once said Procrastination is the thief of time, not only would procrastination reduces our working efficiency, it also wastes our time and money. You are now probably worrying and thinking back to the time you procrastinated, and you say to yourself Ok, I need to stop, but how can we stop such behavior? Believe or not, procrastinating doesnt stop when you tell yourself not to procrastinate, instead the environment surrounding you could determine your behavior, thus changing your actions from slacking off to meeting your targets. For instance, try going to the library to study instead of dayrooms or dormitories, because the quiet and less distraction prone environment could help in focusing on studies and homework; or, you can try studying with your computer placed somewhere not in your sight, so you wont be attracted to the computer and starts surfing aimlessly on the net. Even so, everyone has their own studying method, it will take time for you to find one that suits you because you will perform the best under an environment that meets your needs. Procrastination does happen. The problem is, how are we going to face it. We can always take the shortcut and suffer when we wasted time, always remind yourself that you are responsible for your actions and then we might found ourselves making the right judgment.

Reflections on Domestic Helpers in Victoria Park on Sunday

By: Fernanda Lai

A brief introduction to domestic helpers

Foreign domestic helpers are foreign domestic workers and housemaids, predominantly from the Philippines and Indonesia, employed by Hong Kongers. The make up around 3% of the population and the vast majority are women. They usually live in their employers residence, and their jobs includes but are not limited to various household duties, such as cleaning, childcare and cooking. Reflections on Domestic Helpers in Victoria Park on Sunday Every Sunday, a sovereign state is created in Victoria Park, with outlying islands dotting it all over Hong Kong. It is populated by a mixture of citizens, mainly from Indonesia and the Philippines, with a population density rivaling that of China. It is a utopia, emblematic of the communism that is unachievable in reality. Equal pay brings a sense of camaraderie that is an anomaly in the world. It is apparent in the way people are content just to sit next to each other. There is no discrimination, nor slight shifting on eyes to show aversion. It is peaceful coexistence, with most sitting on plastic mats spread out to accommodate others. Food is also shared with impunity. Giant steel containers are brought out, filled to the brink with typical fare. A mini-cafeteria is then set up, with one in charge of doling out food, and passing it along to the other helpers. No one eyes the portions to see whether everything has been evenly divided. There is a degree of trust displayed that keeps crime rates exceptionally low. It is anarchy and democracy at the same time. They have no ruler or constitution, but rather their wants and wishes. And what this country wants and wishes is

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school dormitory and would only visit home during weekends. You had been through those experiences. You knew which piece of advice your son should get from you. But that time, everything was too vague. You couldnt see my steps. Your eyes were blind when you followed my last steps towards the boarding gate. Your smile wasnt fake, but ridden with sadness. At this moment, I realized that I Its a country united like no other. When a native was taking from you something precious: your privilege of taking care of your son. When Im writing this, Im also preparing my university application. If Im lucky enough to get into a university, I will be away from home and from you, for at least the next four years. As I think about my next journey which I have dreamed about for years, I realized how selfish I have been. The only thing occupying my thought has been my future, my dream of studying abroad. I have forgotten your dream which I know is to be with your son. Every day, you call me on Skype just to ask me how the weather is because last year, I was sick on the first winter of my life. Every day you ask if I have enjoyed my dinner and I once told you that the meals in the canteen were really bad. Sometimes, you ask me about my university application. You encourage me and wish me good luck. But once, you asked me if it was possible to apply to a university back home. I know there is a conflict in you. A part of you wants me to return home, to stay near to you so that you can take care of me and make sure that no winter will harm me, no bad meals will leave me hungry. But another part of you wants to see me happy when my dream comes true. You want me to fly as high and far as I can, to get out of the barrier that has covered your life. That is the price people from our country have to pay to have good education. Mom, Im sorry but I cannot go back. I will do my best to make my dream come true one day. I know it is somewhat selfish. And I also know that you will understand because you are my mom. I just want you to know that your love will always call me back, whenever I am. Mom, Im sorry Your son.

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a surprising amount of song and prayer. They sing in a haunting language, and move in tandem, everyone having memorized each dance long ago. There are some attempting to learn kung fu, while others have taken it upon themselves to learn modern dance, with a teacher holding court over them as they shake it out to Rhiannas latest hit. Hong Konger, emboldened by necessity, decides to take a shortcut through the park, he is alienated in the very place that he is from. There is simply too many of them. He traverses the different groups of helpers, their territories overlapping, making it hard to see clearly where he can step and where he cannot. He passes a silent group of helpers locked in prayer, and feels without a doubt, that he is an intruder. He might wish to join them, the nonsensical chatter warm and inviting. Yet he is marked, simply by his skin tone, and his gender. Every Sunday, a nation is formed. It is a country of the lost, come to recapture what they have left behind.

Dear Mom,
It has been more than one year since the day I started my journey of studies abroad. For one year I have lived in a world where everything is beyond your control. I remember the day when I left home, you took me to the airport. You looked even more nervous than I did. You didnt know what was waiting for me out there. With your experience, you could teach me how to grow up to be a good person or how to live my life unforgettably. But at that time, it didnt help that you gave me any advice on how to deal in a foreign place. Your world was just our home town, where you had grown up and had then raised my sister and me. The world that I was about to enter was so vague in your eyes, you couldnt see it. You couldnt sense the possible events that might take place to remind me to be careful. To remind me the same way you did when I for the first time went on a school trip or when I was moving to the city where I would stay in the

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Photographs // John Wang

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Our Autumn
By: Terence Young

I curl snugly under a pelt of light down On my soft bed like an autumn bear. My comfy moss-lined den, The entrance veiled by a cascading curtain Of ember red leaves; a gentle flickering fire. A warm breathe of air tickles caressingly across my nose, Dulcet whisperings of sweet words into my ears, Causing me to turn placidly in my reverie On the cold floor of this hollow cave. A mournful howl echoes into the blushing woods, Fading into the bleeding forest floor. Pale light drips through the retreating treetops To illuminate this lonely cavernous hole, The heavy hibernation of a solitary soul.

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Memes // Celine, Rahael, and Robson

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Memes // Celine, Rahael, and Robson

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The first part of a series of fragmented extracts written in a journal of yet unidentified man. The journal was found laid beside his death bed.

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A Journal of A Man Who Once Died

Dreams disoriented. Bent over because the face never meant much to me. Elbow deep within and fist-width. Of course it was rubbish. Anything that ever comes through strong emotions is rubbish. Before it even hits the paper. If it does, well, the situation just turns even worse. I wasted another important two hours of my time. Writing sensual sex poetry. Or a story. Who tells the difference anymore when forums are full of teenagers who say to be the ambassadors of modern literature by breaking the chains of genres and throwing themselves into the undercurrents of street caf writings. They state to be modern, while in reality they are actually lagging a hundred years behind. I never wanted to become a writer. I never looked up the great classics and said that one day Im gonna be there on the top shelf. I never felt the urge to be read by people, to be praised or criticized. I never sat around the university with my laptop and word documents open. I never sat on a tram with a notebook and pen scribbling. I never showed anything to anyone. I never gave the impression. I never did. I dont write for people. To hell with it, I wasnt supposed to write at all. Still I cant take it for granted. The whole process is unusual for me. Mostly because I cant name a single reason for my urge to keep on writing. Ive heard testimonials and read interviews from people, how writing is a sort of therapy for them. An opportunity to escape, to hide behind a pen, lines of letters and the paper. The thrill, they describe, is apparently astonishing. Some even claim to reach a different level of realization, or understanding, or being, whatever posh word rolls out from their tongue at the moment. All the same, they just show the nave sense of self-explanation and existence. You dont become anything when you write. The text stays still, it is not animate. You dont create anything new. It is hard even to pinpoint a particular moment I began. Writing isnt a foreign activity for a human. We all write. But when you intentionally write just for the name and to appear on a cover; that is what distinguished writing from Writing.

LPC Questionnaire
Help! Typhoon 8 leaves you stranded on a deserted island. However, the gods (?) take pity on you and grant you the privilege of having one staff member come and be stranded with you to help increase the chances of your survival. Who do you want this staff member to be and why? Steve, he could use his martial arts skills to punch the island until it took us back to mainland. Robson Beaudry In order to survive, Id stay with Magan. Mental aliveness would not be hard to keep, having to answer all his tricky questions, and his knowledge of Physics would be more than helpful when trying to reach the top of a palm tree with some rudimentary technological device to grab a couple coconuts! Plus, hes not a very big man, so I bet he would not consume much food and hed be able to get to places where I cant because of my size And then, hes from India, so he probably knows a lot of survival tricks I have never heard Lastly, Id rely on him to craft a magical flying carpet to escape the island! Guillermo Martinez Cabalga Jesus - hearing him sing Spanish songs (me gusta tu) is hilarious, especially if youre a Spanish ab initio student. He would be crucial for providing entertainment which will make survival less hard. Rabeya Jawaid I would probably take Ronny. He speaks so many languages. Just in case there are some crazy savages people on the island chances are that Ronny will be able to negotiate for our lives by convincing them not to eat us or something. Salma Mutwafi Esther, because in order to survive in the wild, resource allocation is an essential point, especially in order to reach the production possibility frontier of coconut juice or roasted crabs. Quentin Becheau