<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998</id><updated>2008-05-21T10:52:19.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody loves CH!UR</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-3887262594667896566</id><published>2008-05-19T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:33:10.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graffiti Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chiur572/GraffitiInSnow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/chiur572/SDGmtV2imEI/AAAAAAAAAns/HmlYEvosjnk/graffitiinqueens.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In queens go along 7 train.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed over this graffiti castle every day by 7 train. Every time I murmured myself that what a great installation art right there. I should have done something for it. Well, there you are. I figured snow might fit the wild expression of graffiti art than anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, after three months later, rain wouldn be another good option as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduce some great Graffiti artists - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blublu.org/"&gt;BLU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.banksy.co.uk/"&gt;banksy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goabove.com/"&gt;Above&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuGaqLT-gO4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuGaqLT-gO4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2008/05/graffiti-art.html' title='Graffiti Art'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=3887262594667896566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/3887262594667896566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3887262594667896566'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/3887262594667896566'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-5174311355984074248</id><published>2008-05-15T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:52:19.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan Jian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/creep2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be pronounced in Mandarin.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;�??Fan Jian�?? is a perfect description of my own affections of mind as a friend of mine just told me few days ago. I now finally realized how pathetic I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love summer vacation for almost 3-month long that I can plan to do things I couldn't do during semesters. But I can't see you for every fuckin' long summer and you have never called/contacted tracing the sad history.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget that breezy afternoon, we went walk downtown together for 20 blocks back and forth. I wished there was no destination or I could've frozen time. To live in that moment forever. �??How to spell that west �??elm�???�?? �??elm, like film, it's a name of tree...�?? �??hey~choose black one.�?? �??m, ok, things are almost in black.�?? I couldn't do anything but let you go away afterwards like the other friends. I want to keep you company for&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_9MiYhGzYZQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_9MiYhGzYZQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foo Fighters - Best of You / For the best of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2008/05/fan-jian.html' title='Fan Jian'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=5174311355984074248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/5174311355984074248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5174311355984074248'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/5174311355984074248'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-1171056725531133307</id><published>2008-05-07T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:37:19.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/creep.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were here, couldn't look you in the eye.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has found her favorite song, which describes how she was in love with someone. That person was either kinda understandable or having no idea. They need to start over at every meeting up. Repeat again and again, sort of�?�&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She listened, repeated again, again and again. She has listened 32 times for three hours, until she crushed in bed. At the second morning, the first thing after she got up was listen that song. The voice was full of missing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She listened, repeated again, again and again. She has listened 12 times for one hour, till she couldn't help leaving for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way, she has only listened this song for a whole month, repeated for thousand times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that she has a crush on someone. So bad! It's an unrequited love. There is no phone call, there is no dates at all. It's just her sweet  unrequited love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a crush on someone is really bad. Hope and hopelessness is just one line interval. Her mood was running busily between heaven to hell. That endless song has been played thousand and thousands times. Her fond of someone has been firmly stick for a year. Not sure if one year is short or long. The song kept singing, and the unrequited love still has no further progress. What if there is no reaction from the other side, does she have to still persist in thinking about it. Or just let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year later, has no clue how many times of listening the song; there is no longer hearing it. And there is no other songs for a long time. Maybe she just needs to be quiet for a while, there will be another song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxpblnsJEWM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxpblnsJEWM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - Creep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2008/05/creep.html' title='Creep'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=1171056725531133307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/1171056725531133307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1171056725531133307'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/1171056725531133307'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-2484579095413591637</id><published>2008-02-24T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:27:46.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balderdash'/><title type='text'>Move on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/ready.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;�??Everybody (always) thinks they are right, �?? said Stefan Sagmeister.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just don't notice that you still live in the past, under the circumstances of your previous successful achievements. You look down (almost) everyone in this world that you call it �??Graphic Design Field ONLY.�?? Gee~ you're probably the most supercilious person I have ever met in my life. Undeniably, you are a smart thinker, and a passionate graphic designer. Have learned a lot from you, and I also appreciated it that you have taught me so much more than the school. Also had a great time working on the projects, chilling, fighting...and etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes you are just hideous including your work honestly. There is no right for me to judge you and your work, i am just a nobody. Yet every time you started to brag yourself, I just felt pathetic for you why no one told you what they really thought about you, criticized so bad behind instead. If you were really that SOOO GOOD, why couldn't you manipulate courses well that you have chosen, why couldn't prove your ability in class, why were you just aggressive to show off how great you are to everyone whether he or she is even related to you.(I never seen any one's self introduction longer than you. And it certainly doesn't mean you are greater than any. YOUre JUST SUPER ANNOYING.) Why do you keep denouncing the faculty, the school, the department, the students...the fuckin' whole world. I am sick of all these shitty garbage, please blow your extraordinary theory off to someone else but me.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, for you and all, �??Stay hungry, stay foolish,�?? said Steve Jobs. No matter what, respect everyone  according to the saying, �??�?人�?�?�??�??師.�??&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wish you luck, junior  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2008/02/move-on.html' title='Move on'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=2484579095413591637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/2484579095413591637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2484579095413591637'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/2484579095413591637'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-1996855827689605937</id><published>2008-01-02T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:28:24.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be the only one person in the world who hates holidays.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely speaking, I used to appreciate every holiday no matter how short as weekends or how long as summer vacation, but, I really can't stand the holiday lasting over a week at this moment. Maybe because I don't have any god damn budget to travel other dreamy places, or maybe because I can't meet up some friends as frequent as usual. Well, maybe I become a freaking workaholic that I have to admit but I don't want to. Anyhow, holidays are pretty relax though. The �??relax�?? doesn't mean I have nothing to do and get bored then. Come on, chiu never gets bored except bore gets me. I read the books which I didn't have time to read before. I watch a great deal of movies one after another. Speaking of this, I really miss my moviegoer friend who went back to Korea for two weeks. I guess the movies she's watched may approach five times than mine. Incredible! Isn't it? I definitely visit those museums and galleries when my feet are under my control. Honestly, they are getting uneasy to be well manipulated. Shoot! Am I really going old? For staying young, sometimes I listen music. But will it keep me staying young? Whatsoever! This is the song that becomes my favorite one in the beginning of 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=2037859"&gt;The Fray - Over My Head&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=2037859&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=2037859&amp;title=The Fray - Over My Head"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I went shopping but not often though(Again, the budget issue). I like to collect catalogues or brochures. Any kinds would possibly draw my attention. But I wanna say one for special. The Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue sells clothes by showing you people who aren�??t wearing any. I think this catalogue is for people who are too embarrassed to buy Playboy. Agree?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/11/break.html' title='A break'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=1996855827689605937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/1996855827689605937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1996855827689605937'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/1996855827689605937'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-3746122662100484851</id><published>2007-12-30T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:14:46.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The year-end review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/treeatpratt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget 2007:&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year in which our writers wouldn't write, our cabbies wouldn't drive, and our stagehands wouldn't stagehand, which was good for me. Speaking of the strikes, I needed to appreciate those warriors. Because of them, I finally had my first broadway show- Chicago-for a $26.50 ticket in the middle of ORCHC area. By the way, it was a great night.   &lt;br /&gt;I embraced the finale: Having a great internship in &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/"&gt;MTV Networks&lt;/a&gt;, following up for fall is &lt;a href="http://www.firstbornmultimedia.com/"&gt;FirstBorn&lt;/a&gt;, whose works are always fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;After a whole semester painful and dreadful team-work communication seminar class, ended up having a �??Madness�?? book and accompanying the backslapping. Hue~ Luckily! &lt;br /&gt;Don't forget my own final survey, I really like this project �??Uh!�??. I will take shots of each piece after I get back all the works which are still stored in the school cutting room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/DSC_7000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an abundant year of having tons of movies and series. Yeah~ I can't live without movies, TVs and computers.&lt;br /&gt;Movies I'd seen in 2007:&lt;br /&gt;1. Into the wild&lt;br /&gt;2. Across the universe&lt;br /&gt;3. Lust Caution&lt;br /&gt;4. Superbad&lt;br /&gt;5. Spider-Man 3&lt;br /&gt;6. Factory girl&lt;br /&gt;7. Children of man&lt;br /&gt;8. Waitress&lt;br /&gt;9. The ninth gate&lt;br /&gt;10. Sleepy hollow&lt;br /&gt;11. Edward Scissorhand&lt;br /&gt;12. No reservation&lt;br /&gt;13. Cashback&lt;br /&gt;14. Seven&lt;br /&gt;15. Zodiac&lt;br /&gt;16. A river runs through it&lt;br /&gt;17. 300&lt;br /&gt;18. Three color trilogy&lt;br /&gt;19. The lake house&lt;br /&gt;20. Mr.&amp;Mrs. Smith&lt;br /&gt;21. Brokeback Mountain&lt;br /&gt;22. The terminal&lt;br /&gt;23. Cast away&lt;br /&gt;24. The Davinci code&lt;br /&gt;25. The nightmare before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;26. Corpse Bride&lt;br /&gt;27. Monster house&lt;br /&gt;28. Over the hedge&lt;br /&gt;29. Shrek I, II, and III&lt;br /&gt;30. Simpson Movie&lt;br /&gt;31. Saving face&lt;br /&gt;32. Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;33. The devil wears prada&lt;br /&gt;34. Little miss sunshine&lt;br /&gt;35. A mighty heart&lt;br /&gt;36. Rent&lt;br /&gt;37. Art school confidential&lt;br /&gt;38. Knock up&lt;br /&gt;39. Before sunrise &lt;br /&gt;40. Before sunset &lt;br /&gt;41. Pan's labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Series I'd watched in 2007:&lt;br /&gt;1. Friends season 1-10&lt;br /&gt;2. Sex and the city season 1-4&lt;br /&gt;3. Project Runway season 1-3. Season 4 updated to episode 5&lt;br /&gt;4. The L word season 1-4&lt;br /&gt;5. Brothers and sisters season 1. Season 2 updated to episode 9&lt;br /&gt;6. Gossip girl season 1&lt;br /&gt;7. Family Guy [randomly] &lt;br /&gt;8. Everybody loves raymond[randomly]&lt;br /&gt;9. Grey�??s anatomy&lt;br /&gt;10. The Ellen DeGeneres show [my favorite talk show]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite song in 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=19312177"&gt;Daughtry - Over You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=19312177&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=19312177&amp;title=Daughtry - Over You"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-end-review.html' title='The year-end review'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=3746122662100484851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/3746122662100484851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3746122662100484851'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/3746122662100484851'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-7715091974450784310</id><published>2007-12-04T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T07:22:47.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing during subway?&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/subwaysketch-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/subwaysketch-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=7715091974450784310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/7715091974450784310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7715091974450784310'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/7715091974450784310'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-403916916474221365</id><published>2007-12-04T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:51:07.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness-still on going II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/portfolio_gra_mad.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/mad-sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on the book design �?? Madness.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pratt.edu/v1/~cchiu/portfolio_gra_mad.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/sewing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, please link &lt;a href="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/portfolio_gra_mad.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/12/madness-still-on-going-ii.html' title='Madness-still on going II'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=403916916474221365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/403916916474221365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/403916916474221365'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/403916916474221365'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-2141104824967985110</id><published>2007-11-27T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:30:59.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness-still on going</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pratt.edu/v1/~cchiu/portfolio_gra_mad.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/sewing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a book design project �?? Madness.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, please link &lt;a href="http://pratt.edu/v1/~cchiu/portfolio_gra_mad.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/11/madness-still-on-going.html' title='Madness-still on going'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=2141104824967985110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/2141104824967985110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2141104824967985110'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/2141104824967985110'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-7069607642001007552</id><published>2007-11-24T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:34:52.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving�??giving thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/thanksgiving-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give thanks to the pilgrims for inventing thanksgiving.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first they just called it, �??Big Thursday�??* But then a light bulb went off above one of the pilgrim�??s buckle hats and they renamed it. I love Thanksgiving because it�??s a holiday that says what it is and is what it says. Even though it says it backwards. It should be called Givingthanks Day. It�??s a day of gratitude and what says gratitude more than eating ourselves into a vacant stare and going belly up in a lazyboy? It�??s important to say thank you. When someone passes you the mashed potatoes don�??t just say �??thanks�??. Thanks is nothing like thank you. Thanks is saying I don�??t have the time to thank you even though it took you all day to make the turkey. You know what�??s even better? Saying thank you while you�??re giving a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Thanksgiving, or "Black Friday" as some call it, is a crazy day for shoppers. It's a day for shopaholics to spend time with other shopaholics in their family searching out great deals and generally having lots of fun spending money. Some great tips there. Also if you want to see what's available on Black Friday, I thought this site was pretty handy: &lt;a href="http://www.bfads.net/"&gt;Black Friday Ads&lt;/a&gt; They have a list of all the sale items from the major retailers, and they let you create a shopping list. It's simple and convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, above all, it seems I pretty enjoy my thanksgiving holiday!? We all know that dreams are opposite of reality. In fact, I've gained a lot of homework should be done in these five days, otherwise I will be shot in the final survey. My friend is even busier than me, who said that she swore to mother earth that she will glue to her computer for 5 whole days, and that is the only way she can survive this semester. Damn it! I love holiday but hate being bound to those darn assignments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go see a movie...after the survey. damn it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thanksgiving is celebrated on the fourth Thursday of November in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;** The picture is from the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2007/11/22/nyregion/1122_Parade_2.html"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt;. I wish I could be there to take some pics though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgivinggiving-thanks.html' title='Thanksgiving�??giving thanks'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=7069607642001007552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/7069607642001007552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7069607642001007552'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/7069607642001007552'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-4907207446192662259</id><published>2007-11-05T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:51:45.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/closet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;�??Closet�?? is a tricky word, too.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oxford English Dictionary states three meanings for the word closet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, a small room or cupboard used for storing things. Everyone has at least one their own closet. I hate my closet somehow. Maybe it's been empty, without any fancy outfit?! Occassionally, I'd find an oversize jacket I bought from a super on sale vender, out of fashion and tacky though. I wish I could have Miranda's closet, just half of hers will absolutely satisfy me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, a small room for private meetings. Again, I hate meeting. (Do you just figure that I hate �??EVERYTHING?�??) Especially in this semester, I had too many annoying meetings which usually just took long time but got nothing helpful. I like private date instead, no more than three people. Having company with a good friend has always been fun and relax.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, um�?� what was I going to say? Shit, can't remember. Maybe it will ring the bell later in the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, well... did I just mention there are three definitions? Whatever, all I wanna say is just remind myself get more clothes to fight this coming damn chilly winter. My landlord hasn't turned on the heater controller for this building. Damn! I am about to sue him. It is 54 degree outside, and he said he will turn it on till December. SHIT~one sentence just came into my mind: �??�?��??�?��?�西歹�??�?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I suddenly found my lover's picture from my closet. (Was I hallucinating?) Love you love you always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/katherine-Moenning.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, don't ever end a list on an odd number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/11/closet_05.html' title='Closet'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=4907207446192662259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/4907207446192662259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4907207446192662259'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/4907207446192662259'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-1942693997309470488</id><published>2007-10-13T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T06:58:34.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;�??It's funny how the same word for the feeling of disappointment can be used for the feeling of attraction.�??*&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oxford English Dictionary states one of the meanings for the word crushed as �??a strong and unreasoning, but transitory attachment.�??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first year at art school was boring to say at least. But it helped me to appreciate the fundamentals of lonely life. I took a bus with no real place to go. I watched the landscape slowly change as it clung to the last hours of sunlight, before leaving me to get another sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an accident that I met a person, named �??zuzax.�?? I asked why and what it meant. �??It�??s just a name.�?? This was so zuzax, always been answering in the simplest sentence, stingy with any redundant word. For once, I gravitated toward an unknown person. I�??ve always wanted to meet a painter or a photographer. I thought it might be something to do with their ability to see beauty in everything, to then capture it, and hang it on a wall for all to see. I figured it invaluable to frozen a moment. zuzax drew expressively, took photograph out of the ordinary; what's more, wrote in a way that I couldn�??t help ruminating every single word. It was not serious but hilarious even for a quite boring research paper. It was the first time my heart felt the other meaning of crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a place that I often went to by myself. It was just behind my office; close enough to still hear the screams and shouts of the tourist enjoying their shopping trips. But at the same time, it felt hidden away from them. I had arranged to take zuzax there, my secret garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting more company with zuzax(not quite often though), the time of the dates had done nothing to break the ice. The minutes flew into hours, the hours into days. And the days joined the fast rushing river of time. The bad news is that time flies, and the good news is that you're the pilot. Most of my shifts were now spent thinking about zuzax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I never wanted to know what love was. zuzax had broken the spell. I drew zuzax endlessly. Over and over. zuzac's pale, satiny skin, and delicate frame. In zuzax's eyes, I could see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I met zuzax, I wished I could've frozen time. I wanted to save that moment. To live in that moment for a week. But I couldn't stop it or slow it. And before I knew it, zuzax was gone. I have no clue how to be an intimate to share everything I saw, especially when I got an extraordinary scene. The more I tried to get close to zuzax, the more I felt zuzax getting far from me. I tried everything. I'd just become immune to be rejected. After sneakily gazing zuzax left, I felt like the last person on earth. And that was another acute crush.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*extended watching:&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8633322516676413709"&gt;cashback&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sean ellis for coming up such nice words and movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/10/crush.html' title='Crush'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=1942693997309470488' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/1942693997309470488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1942693997309470488'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/1942693997309470488'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-2500521273162887027</id><published>2007-09-23T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T11:18:59.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be closer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/the-distance.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to get closer with eu...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of the words to say:&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby you are so fabulous&lt;br /&gt;you are so good to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna lock you up in my closet&lt;br /&gt;I wanna put your hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;I wanna book your appointment full of my itinerary&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay this way forever, I'll say it aloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely stop&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;You're so fabulous&lt;br /&gt;You're so good to me Baby Baby&lt;br /&gt;You're so good to me Baby Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever go, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__tieRw1BoaE/RwZ__QhJb5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FuOxXQ7w0ew/s1600-h/the-distance-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__tieRw1BoaE/RwZ__QhJb5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FuOxXQ7w0ew/s400/the-distance-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117918751295631250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/09/could-it-be-closer.html' title='Could it be closer?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=2500521273162887027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/2500521273162887027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2500521273162887027'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/2500521273162887027'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-5440287505874388382</id><published>2007-09-05T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T05:28:25.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God made me queer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/pride-queer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What�??s a gay pride parade without muscleboys and drag queens?&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay Pride Week in Manhattan attracts hundreds of thousands of spectators to a Sunday march down Fifth Avenue on the last full weekend of every June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original idea was to commemorate the Stonewall riots �?? to remind people that this is a struggle for queer rights and that this is our day. But now, a lot of them have expanded to become tourist attractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I just couldn't get it that what's the connection between gay spirit and posing nude???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/gay-parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/gay-supporter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could she climb on the traffic sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/rainbow_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/06/intoxicated.html' title='God made me queer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=5440287505874388382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/5440287505874388382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5440287505874388382'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/5440287505874388382'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-2851036865106379649</id><published>2007-09-04T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T06:55:05.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One on one tuition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/tuition.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know more off campus tuition...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chiur.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;CHIUR's BLOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chiur/" target="_blank"&gt;PHOTOMANIAC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/" target="_blank"&gt;VISUAL INCUBATOR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-on-one-tuition.html' title='One on one tuition'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=2851036865106379649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/2851036865106379649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2851036865106379649'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/2851036865106379649'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-836385606720366945</id><published>2007-08-29T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:57:33.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The odyssey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pratt.edu/~cchiu/v1/images/blog/chiuatmtv.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be unveiled in next week...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/proceed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/08/odyssey.html' title='The odyssey'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=836385606720366945' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/836385606720366945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/836385606720366945'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/836385606720366945'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-3272378382129643580</id><published>2007-08-23T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T14:19:10.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am my own hairdresser</title><content type='html'>Please believe me!&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much it costs to have your hair cut here in New York? It's f---ing expensive if you wanna ask for a good stylist(who doesn't want to?), it might cost you over $100 dollars or heigher. Otherwise, try China town or flushing. That might be lower, about $45-60(Don't forget to include tips). Still so high for me that I came up with another idea. yeah~ got it? "DIY"!! It's not as hard as I supposed before. Do ya wanna try CH!UR hair salon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/haircut-process.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove my debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/haircut-done.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not that bad, right?! (been hypnotized ^^)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-my-own-hairdresser.html' title='I am my own hairdresser'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=3272378382129643580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/3272378382129643580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3272378382129643580'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/3272378382129643580'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-8481674679379681963</id><published>2007-08-23T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:06:30.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does it always rain on me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/sinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nwh3FmpZ7kg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nwh3FmpZ7kg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the moment when Fran jumped off the cliff, such a touching scene. The transition at the end was even more unpredictable to connect two different sequences. Nice, love it, love Travis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost never turns out like I want it to, is it because I lied when I was seventeen? Sunny days, where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can not close my eyes tonight, just gaze that ripped poster the only thing you left on my empty wall�??how have you been up to?  Wish I knew how to quit you. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/08/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Why does it always rain on me?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=8481674679379681963' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/8481674679379681963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8481674679379681963'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/8481674679379681963'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-5591474176130728097</id><published>2007-07-13T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:57:03.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/upset.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot today.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponderings have been few and far between. Want to know why? It doesn't really matter. Suffice it to say I lost my way, for various reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice trip to DC lately that reminded me how to see, feel, hear, experience, absorb, slow down and not to think. Also, it gave me a short and sweet glimpse of how things can be. But back to the daily routine, try as I might to hold onto those lessons, I couldn't. The contrast between known elements, between the two sides of the same coin became a bit overwhelming. I worry about my ability to dream AND do. There seems to be some rust on the gearworks (which is not necessarily a bad thing, I have an aesthetic appreciation for rust, but not when it brings the machinery to a halt from disuse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the ideas out of my head (however insignificant, the ideas I mean, not my head) is a start to making stuff again. The start, that's the hard part, getting past the inertia and excuses and challenges and just MOVING. Mark-making leads to drawing, drawing to painting, painting to painting on things, so of course then one needs to make/build/assemble/alter things to be painted on, and all the better if they whirl, spray, rattle, move about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Random displays of seemingly pointless activities..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as necessary to Life for some of us as food, water and air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some limeade. It's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/07/re-start.html' title='Re-start'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=5591474176130728097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/5591474176130728097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5591474176130728097'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/5591474176130728097'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-6303225003876879091</id><published>2007-07-10T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T12:23:56.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/fuck-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read more...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUKC FUKC FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=6303225003876879091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/6303225003876879091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6303225003876879091'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/6303225003876879091'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-354616278439138888</id><published>2007-06-26T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:54:29.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need extra $$</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/tuitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best tuitor is in Google...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/06/best-tuitor-is-google.html' title='Need extra $$'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=354616278439138888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/354616278439138888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/354616278439138888'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/354616278439138888'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-668002447082948346</id><published>2007-06-25T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:05:47.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Cool pieces]</title><content type='html'>come on in...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkXXNGfx_3k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkXXNGfx_3k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="406" height="334"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Perjovschi (Romanian, b. 1961), who lives and works in Bucharest, has transformed the medium of drawing, using it to create an object, a performance, and an installation. Witty and incisive political images, in response to current events. Project is  on view at The Museum of Modern Art from May 2 through August 27, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2mTLO2F_ERY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2mTLO2F_ERY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing idea. thanx for Stanley's share :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/07/dan-perjovschi.html' title='[Cool pieces]'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=668002447082948346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/668002447082948346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/668002447082948346'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/668002447082948346'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-5790389213834295659</id><published>2007-05-20T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:29:39.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warning Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/ads.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be hypocritical people.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, we were talking about the global warning in an air-conditioned classroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;�??�??Green is the new black�?? already sounds passé, and the proverbial �??reduce, reuse, recycle�?? motto is cliché.�??*1&lt;br /&gt;Why do people so fret over global warning and come up with a bunch of solutions to separate glass from plastic? Yes, Yes! We have to do this and to do that, solution A and solution B. Yes, Yes! We can't use plastic bags anymore. I confess: as a graphic designer, I am part of an industry that encourages paper consumption. Nothing pleases me more than seeing my works scrolling across the printed page. Is it wrong of me, hypocritical of me, to promote sustainability when I earn my bread and butter in an industry so responsible for waste, energy and water consumptiom, and climate change? Probably. There are lots of ways to protect our natural resources�??and designer are front and center in almost all of those efforts. Reference onto HOW magazine August, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Turn off the air-conditioner first, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 Writer(check later), Sustainable design: What you can do NOW! HOW magazine August, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/08/global-warning-ready.html' title='Global Warning Ready'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=5790389213834295659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/5790389213834295659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5790389213834295659'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/5790389213834295659'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-535074850734425407</id><published>2007-05-02T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:28:56.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chiur" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/mit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mahanttan...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=989414924&amp;size=o" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/bye-mahattan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made the choice to leave this amazing city for the cultural center�??Boston.  I will miss the 3:45 ambulance honking, the rude cab drivers, unreliable subways, blackouts, scorching summer, the roosevelt island(danm! Got a ticket there owing to drinking outside), the bryant park&lt;a href="http://chiurdiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/breezy-evening.html" target="_blank"&gt;(...)&lt;/a&gt;, and all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making the last 14 months memorable!  Onto the next adventure!  Lobster, I am comin' for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Boston~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbye-manhattan.html' title='Goodbye Manhattan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=535074850734425407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/535074850734425407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/535074850734425407'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/535074850734425407'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374998.post-3578651511363144182</id><published>2007-04-05T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:44:16.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual Perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/01-vp-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book for Visual Perception...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/02-vp-inner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/03-vp-inner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://chiur.myweb.hinet.net/images/blog/04-vp-folding.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/2007/04/visual-perception.html' title='Visual Perception'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8374998&amp;postID=3578651511363144182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/3578651511363144182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3578651511363144182'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8374998/posts/default/3578651511363144182'/><author><name>CH!UR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356125055227730613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>