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July 28, 2005
Chinese Tea & Solitude
I've finally flickr'ed and it's fun!
This was taken at the tea house in the middle of the Orchid Garden in Guangzhou. Was drinking white tea and reading. I thought life was almost perfect then.
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July 27, 2005
Holly-isms
'But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.'
- Holly Golighty, Breakfast at Tiffany's
I have a fear, I will end up looking at the sky.
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July 26, 2005
| the Ham |
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Presenting...lainey (Guest-starring on South Park)
And many have said she looks like me :)
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July 25, 2005
Text Message Flirtations
Hilarious yet brutally honest piece about how the age of SMS flirting and dating speeds up (and ends) a relationship.
Which is why I'm glad my man and I hardly ever text message each other unless absolutely nececessary.
We go for real dates (which in a long distance relationship is kinda difficult la.)
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July 21, 2005
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July 19, 2005
Papercuts
It's like this.
The papercuts, when first inflicted, light and innocuous, felt sharp and bled quick. Papercuts are never intentional but always scathing. A week of papercuts left me bewildered and clarified the mist of long-distance love into practical thinking.
Maybe - maybe I should just give it all up.
Maybe - maybe papercuts are not worth it.
Then, just as quickly as they were inflicted, they left. Just light scars that almost never existed. And then I go on with life with no more maybes.
But I wonder, how many tiny tears can I suffer on my fingers, before I stop using paper altogether.
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July 15, 2005
The Schizophrenic Insomniac
From mir, I learn that Iron Maiden can speak to me in the throes of insomnia.
Need.
Sleep.
Badly.
Febrile thoughts be gone! :(
Even though its reached new heights
I rather like the restless nights
It makes me wonder it makes me think
There's more to this I'm on the brink
It's not the fear of what's beyond
It's just that I might not respond
I have an interest almost craving
But would I like to get too far in?
-Iron Maiden, Infinite Dreams
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July 10, 2005
On London Bombings
My friend in London was on the tube a station away from Liverpool Station when the bombings occurred. She was otherwise unaffected besides her three point five hour trek to work. She spoke of the general atmosphere in London. That most people are still going to work and carrying on with life. Nothing much has changed, she explained, the Londoners are a stoic bunch. No one is going take a day off unless they are directly affected. No one is going to go on National TV on a talk show to express their shock, horror and trauma. In London, people just carry on with life.
Incidentally, I met three Englishmen(a Londoner, an Irishman and a Scot) for drinks. They made jokes about the American at the table and laughed at the French (mock-blaming the French). They didn't think there was much to mention about the bombings, cept that it was a tad unfortunate, but not the end of the world. Instead, they were more interested in drinking to the IOC's decision and mocking America and France good-naturedly.
And I think, maybe being Anglophilic is not so bad a thing for me. I must learn that no matter what happens, Life Always Goes On.
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July 08, 2005
Silence Please
all which isn't singing is mere talking
and all talking's talking to oneself
(whether that oneself be sought or seeking
master or disciple sheep or wolf)
gush to it as diety or devil
-toss in sobs and reasons threats and smiles
name it cruel fair or blessed evil-
it is you (ne i)nobody else
drive dumb mankind dizzy with haranguing
-you are deafened every mother's son-
all is merely talk which isn't singing
and all talking's to oneself alone
but the very song of(as mountains
feel and lovers)singing is silence
--e.e. cummings
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July 03, 2005
Finding A Home
Christopher and I lived for two years in a cottage in the west of Ireland. But now our days abroad are over, and we're back in the United States. We have settled in Brooklyn, where, of all the places I've been, I feel most myself. I understand Brooklyn in my bones: the juxtaposition of so many voices, so many souls, so many foods, so many cultures. It is in this most American of cities that I have chosen to set down roots -- because it seems to me no other place better embodies the world.
-Marsha Mehran, From a New York Magazine article
Cliche as it may sound, I want to be at a place where I can feel at home too.
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