February 2012
15 posts
I have work tomorrow, 10am to 6pm, and just thinking about it makes me sick. Then, on Sunday, my friend and I will be attending a Reiki session. She needs it for her psychology class, and I just thought I wanted to come too, because the pamphlet about the thing was quite interesting. I don’t really know what to expect. It’s a Buddhist practice that has something to do with using...
“But this isn’t their God. It’s my God. This is a God I have found...”
– Aomame in Murakami’s 1Q84
Murakami’s characters are so lonely, like I’m one of them.
“Going through the motions of life but not experiencing it.”
– Wikipedia on DPD, hahaha. This sucks.
Garbage
Hey. I haven’t finished reading the book(s) I’ve started yet, haven’t found a new job, haven’t studied for my midterms, haven’t cleaned my room, haven’t got my driver’s license, haven’t finished school, haven’t unveiled my passion, haven’t booked for a dental appointment, haven’t trimmed my nails, haven’t had a...
Wow. It’s been a month, tumblr. Where was I?
January 2012
10 posts
I’m halfway through Haruki Murakami’s lengthy novel ‘1Q84’, and whenever I’m not at home I always miss my book, especially when at work. I’ve always loved his style of writing. My younger sister dislikes Murakami. Well, there isn’t any other novelist that arrests my interest as much as he does. I can’t wait to read ‘Norwegian Wood’ and...
“It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings...”
– 1Q84, Haruki Murakami
“If you don’t believe in the world, and if there us no love in it, then...”
– 1Q84, Haruki Murakami
Use bring and ego in a sentence.
Nine Ways of Looking At The Black Star Concert
1. As Black Versus Yellow
The black motif among the crowd outshines the dark of the night; this is not a funeral. Clad in tees deeply stained and eyes lined with charcoal, the aficionados crashes through the entrance doors with glow sticks and home-crafted banners and overflowing handfuls of exhilaration. Glow sticks and stage lights of different colors lights up the stadium, but they...
December 2011
11 posts
Christmas Break
My earlier text entries sounded not at all like me. The phoniness of it, I know you sensed it. Haha. I liked having finished with the awkward experience, though, in that english class. It was a pain going to class twice a week, enduring an hour and fifteen minutes of writing session face-to-face with 16 individuals circled in a round table. I have always been awkward in small group gatherings,...
Lost in Transition
Nothing looks familiar. I am dawdling in a foreign city I had only dreamt of seeing face to face. On this Sunday afternoon, I stand along the barricaded and cleared up streets of Toronto, defying the summer heat and the mobbing of spectators, waiting for the rush of proud people to march by, and in the meantime, enjoying the scenery of teens on the rooftop splashing water along the streets. In a...
November 2011
5 posts
Glass
I sit here in the university library, by the lucid wall that reveals the world outside, struggling to spell out words for a persuasive essay. I watch as the sun poured its light over the Wascana Lake, the leafless trees and evergreens, the city of Regina all covered with snow. Nature never fails to amaze me, really.
My watch flashes 17:31, the sun has cleared from the horizon, twilight has taken...
I cut my hair short, finally, after nine years of preserving the length of my frizzy hair. I did it. I let go.
Neige
There goes another night, an instant switch of scenery snapping onto my bedroom window. The snow now blanketing the lawn, I heaved a sigh, my throat and tonsils cursing. Sniffling and shuddering, my five-year-old self stares intently at the snow. She smiles; I grin. It’s lovely, yet I fear the expected, and the unexpected, too.
Good morning. It’s winter time.
Sands On (Virtual) Paper
My helix of thought travels at least 6000 miles away from its current location. I shiver as the autumn breeze breathes on my skin, reminding me of the sporadic probabilities of catching the chills back when I lived in the tropics. The all-year-round summer relentlessly comforts me. No more does it occur as my present reality; it has turned into a mere memory, which, when recalled,...
October 2011
11 posts
I miss myself.
my first paragraph
J’étudie parler français dans la classe. Il est difficile. Mon amie parle français très bien. Je parle français mal. C’est Lundi et il est Thanksgiving. Il est huit heures moins quart du soir.
Phew! >.< Incoherent, I know.
