I’m normally really good at not letting things get to me but I am really feeling hurt about this so please let me vent.

I’ve been translating Remembering Li Chuan for a bit now, and I’m almost done with chapter 6. But today I saw that someone read my translations, found they weren’t to her liking, and started translating on her own. Now, I don’t ( Read more... )

I had actually written this entry week(s) ago, but the computer ate it up (the woes of working from a not-very-powerful laptop) and I was too lazy to go back to it. That's always the case isn't it? Once you start doing something, you actually go about it really quick... the whole problem mainly lies in actually starting in the first place. Anyhow, ( Read more... )

Lists are good. Lists are therapeutic. For some reason, the normally disorganised me has a penchant for lists. They make me seem sane somehow. And I get to fill pages of pretty diaries with hi-fidelity style catalogues of things I love, things I hate, things I find pretty, what smells make me feel like I'm in heaven, what goes well with parmesan ( Read more... )

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