Today I was walking to class, thinking about who I’d have as my bridesmaids in case I managed to nab a rich, good-looking tycoon (this is an oft-thought-about possible career option), and I was really glad that I could name at least four people that I’d genuinely want to be there with me on my [...]
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that’s how you know
Posted in revelation, tagged friend, future on April 25, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
dilapidated house
Posted in revelation, tagged childhood on February 20, 2011 | 2 Comments »
Whenever I am frustrated or confused or mentally restless, I usually put pen to paper or keyboard to computer and I write. I don’t know if this happens to everyone. For example, do South Campus people write angry math formulas? Titrate things? I wouldn’t know. But I think that the weirdest feeling is reading something [...]
forgiveness
Posted in revelation, tagged quotes on January 23, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
“My ‘life’ will always be an edited version.” -Ciaran Benson, “Placing Oneself in Personal Time” Time passes by quickly. It gets harder to remember the smaller things–the time you spilled cereal milk on yourself, those few dollars you owe someone, those years that you thought Santa Claus was real (and worked through mysterious ways by [...]
guide to walking
Posted in revelation on January 21, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Toast for thought (because munching on toast on the way to school inspires thinking–trust me): When you walk past someone who is coming at you from the opposite direction, do you glance at him? What do you focus on? Is it his or her face? And if you do look at his or her face, [...]
minus bereaved
Posted in revelation, tagged quotes on January 19, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
“The urge explicitly to narrativise oneself in an effort to ‘take stock’ frequently occurs to when people are in deep personal pain, often bereaved, and desperately seeking to reassume control of their lives…” -Ciaran Benson, “Placing Oneself in Personal Time” in The Cultural Psychology of Self: Place, Morality, and Art in Human Worlds
comfortable
Posted in revelation, tagged birthday on December 31, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
It always makes me a little uncomfortable to look at pictures of me when I was younger, wearing my blue wire-rimmed glasses and looking oh-so-much-more awkward without my bangs. I’m barely smiling, making faces, or more often than not, covering my face. My hair was long and probably not-so-straight because I used to cut it [...]
book to street
Posted in revelation, tagged class, friend on November 16, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
In Psychology we learn that people follow certain scripts when interacting with others. In Sociology, which takes a slightly negative (impression management!) perspective, we learn that people are merely actors on the stage of life. That is, they wear masks and keep up certain roles by taking into account the audience they’re pandering to. (Yeah, [...]
(let’s) call it off
Posted in revelation, tagged video on November 1, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Not everything is a sign. Not everything means something. Maybe I would’ve been something you’d be good at Maybe you would’ve been something I’d be good at But now we’ll never know (Now we’ll never) I won’t be sad but in case I go there every day to make myself feel bad (Every day) There’s [...]
motivational poster
Posted in favorites, revelation, tagged movie, video on October 2, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
As per Jessie’s persistent suggestion, Elaine and I went to the Landmark to watch “Never Let Me Go.” Side note: I don’t know the correct punctuation for a film (and I’m pretty sure that I’m too lazy to look it up) so I’ll just hope a Grammar Nazi enlightens me. I haven’t read the book yet (waiting [...]
letter to the editor
Posted in blog, revelation, tagged writing on August 28, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Hey you, yes you. I miss being unaware of gender roles and using kindergarten toilet stalls without doors. I miss being able to define myself. I miss my backbone and I miss being bossy and opinionated and not just stubborn. I miss caring and I miss being passionately moved by words. I miss being well-read [...]
