December 2011
12 posts
Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out...
“But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I...”
– American Beauty (via roscoe-)
You and You - Magnetic North
This is for my...
November 2011
15 posts
jelly belly (aka time to hit the gym)
Viola Tang:
omggg im eating jelly bellies
Eliot Sun:
uh oh
you're going to get a jelly belly
Viola Tang:
OMG. i have a jelly belly
Eliot Sun:
people do say "you are what you eat"
“何必呢？”
“its impossible,” said pride
“its risky,” said experience...”
– via ted weber
why am i still awake?
“are you happy?”
– epiphany of the day. think i just found an important qualifier to the meaning of life. if i can say: “YES. i am happy with my life, with who i am” everyday, then life is meaningful.
when i first thought of this, my mind immediately jumped to people and places i’ve been privileged...
treasuring yourself
the last two months have been like a thick, five-layered dark-white chocolate truffle cream pie, laden with caramelized almonds, sugar dusted macadamia nuts, toasted granola, fresh berries, topped with mountains of whipped cream, and drizzled with sweet honey.
delicious. breath taking. an indulgence. and too much.
too much. so much that it’s taken me on a digression further from myself...
Watchnote to self: power and oppression are with us everyday, everywhere, and they strengthen, intensify with each minute that goes by without our conscious re-examination and recognition of their footprints. history always leaves its mark on our present and future. pray then, that i never forget the lessons i’ve learned and their own path dependency.
privileged to have seen natasha perform this...
A favourite: Piano by D. H. Lawrence
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter...
October 2011
11 posts
Tying Up Loose Ends
I was ready to speak. But no words came out. I did not know that you were struggling. Or that I was too. I just didn’t want to think anymore it weighed heavier everyday. Gnawing away at my energy, calculating factoring discounting nothing but interests and logistics. I could not get away. I was scared I wanted to be trapped. Five days a week and still you didn’t understand me. It was...
Something Perennial
Looks like an army of termites in the Australian outback. A father’s voice as near a cry as a a tingling can get. This is his way of saying I’m sorry. The pings and texts darkened sight you still dare to bring up the past. His only pain. Distraught neuron clings to memories. His clothes shoelaces earring lucky charm and distant smile. Then chatter and new slang. Here now. Small talk...
From Beijing to Shanghai...
…A father stood for the entire duration of a thirteen hour train ride, while carrying his twin sons, one in each arm. His bluing veins were a sharp contrast to the pale, latent cheeks. His frail frame seemed hardly able to carry himself and yet, not a single muscle would move to disturb the sleeping twins. I watched from my seat. He stood, with almost no support, among makeshift chairs, ...
September 2011
3 posts
July 2011
2 posts
June 2011
8 posts
William Lloyd Garrison
With his long-time allies deeply divided, however, he was unable to muster the support he needed to carry the resolution, and the motion was defeated 118–48. Garrison went through with his resignation, declining an offer to continue as President, and Wendell Phillips assumed the Presidency of the American Anti-slavery Society. Garrison declared that “My vocation, as an Abolitionist,...
