spring

a friend says that spring in taiwan is the shortest season, and i totally agree with her.
so i put on my really short skirt, getting out of the house to get the last bit of warmth in this island, only to find out that there's a new store opening right downstairs, and people were buying stuff from the store in a way i thought they were panic shopping for the end of the world.

i forgot what i was going to write.

oh , yeah, the end of the world.

i was chatting with a friend about it, and strangely(or not so strangely), we weren't petrified by the 2012 rumors, on the contrary, we were sort of glad should there be a major disaster. we coined it "passive suicide for gutless ppl". yeah, somehow we got the taste of life too early and too much, hence lost the appetite prematurely.

and last night i heard a song i really liked by great big sea. it's called the night that pat murphy died". the first time i heard about the song was in vancouver, the school end festival of ubc. people were drinking all sorts of alcohol, dancing to whatever tunes played on the stage. and that song was one of them. a big good festival is a good way to manifest the spirit of spring, i guess. and at that time, we were so eagerly looking forward to spring.

interesting memories.