Life is getting out of hand. I am still trying to get hold on my life after all of these years.
Pleasingly, The __earth Inc. received its 1800th visitor after eight months it came online. That particular visitor was from Kodak.com and to be precise he or she was from Rochester, New York. I have absolutely no idea who was that but I’ve visited Rochester a few months back. Whoever you are, I wish to thank you for visiting The __earth Inc. Yeah, 200 more visitors and voila, the sacred number 2000!
Updating and maintaining this site has proved to be a daunting task. I thought it was going to be an easy job but I was wrong. It requires more time than what I am willing to spend. Yet, the satisfaction of having a personal site is something to be enjoyed alone by the creator. It’s something that I enjoy greatly. After eight months of continuous building and modification, The __earth Inc. still hasn’t been completed by me. After eight months, it has been praised and mock. It has even been hacked but nevertheless, the damage was negligible.
Eight months. I can’t believe how eight months had passed so far and how I have done so little. Oh how I wish that I have a time machine. I need to change the past. Damn, I am digressing.
Lastly, I wish the visitors will continue to visit this site and support it Together, we shall rule the universe. Hmm… A little bit ambitious aren’t we?
I went to the ongoing Art Fair at South University St. after having a lunch with the gang yesteraday. They were a bit reluctant to go to fair and told me that we should go there tomorrow instead of today. Their reason was – the day was hot. I then replied “yeah, like tomorrow is going to be a lot cooler. It’s summer man.”
We had a debate but then, I was tired arguing with them and decided to use my “mind trick” on their weak mind. Guess what? It worked!
So, he walked from the lousy Stockwell dining hall to the Art Fair via the Diag. The fair was about, well, art but there were nothing much to see at the South U. St. other than paintings and stuffs. Maybe we should have gone to State St. instead because according to Ronnie, there are a lot of artifacts over there instead of paintings and paintings and paintings. Yet, there was one booth that offered something different and made the visit worthwhile.
This one booth exhibited steel sculptures, the sculptures that resemble roller coaster track but instead of trains, balls were made to roll on the track. First, I saw a small scale sculpture and was immediately impressed by the work of art. I told David that I want it. It should be fun to have one of those things inside of my room.
Immediately next to the petty track stood a two-meter high steel sculpture with more than a dozen steel balls being lifted up by electric-powered gear and rolled down the track at a decent speed simultaneously. I was frozen there for minutes trying to keep track of the balls routes. One of the guys realized that I was absorbed by those gadget. So, they pulled me away from the booth.
Later, we strolled down the South U. until the street meets up with Geddes. There, there was a guitar-playing guy that looked like he had just had hashish. Nevertheless, his music was cool.
I was enjoying myself when a member of the party insisted that we go home. I know he was not having a good time so I realized that there was no point of arguing with him. On that, we headed home but before we were out of the fair area, I saw a sign that said “Make a difference” or sort of that. Nearby, I saw a girl on a wheelchair expressing herself by painting on a huge piece of paper laid on the ground. I stood there and stared at her while watching the others walked passed beside me. I just stood there and pitied at the sweet little girl. I wish God wouldn’t have been so cruel to her.
Knowing that life goes on, I tried to get her off my mind and walked toward home under the scorching Sun.
