From the my dream diary (aka the second lecture of my Music History class): It was a prison camp of sorts, but not like the one college students go home to during their breaks. There was no mother to feed and clothe you, no father to ask if you had enough money to spend and [...]
Posts Tagged ‘writing’
long dream
Posted in blog, tagged dream, writing on October 6, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
uncle john, part two
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged childhood, writing on May 29, 2011 | 1 Comment »
He was a quiet man and I was an even quieter child. Most of what he said to me had to be translated by my aunt, not because I didn’t understand English, but because I didn’t understand the subtle meaning and intention whenever his weathered hand engulfed my shoulder and comfortingly patted. Honestly, I think [...]
uncle john, part one
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged childhood, writing on May 29, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
I went with Karrie to Bricks and Scones to study but I started writing instead. The first thing I wrote on my page was “God, I haven’t written in so long,” so forgive my incomprehensible and convoluted sentences. When I was young (and this is oft misused as I still retain most of my infantile [...]
a la phelan
Posted in first step, linky, tagged friend, money, writing on September 15, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Five Take Home Messages of the Day: If all of my material possessions were to disappear (a la the San Bruno fire), I would be okay. However, I wish I had some thing (two words) that I would regret losing the most, if my material possessions were all to disappear. Right now, it is my [...]
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 [...]
contrast
Posted in revelation, tagged writing on June 8, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Sometimes I feel like I want to write and pour, but the words and thoughts feel too heavy for my shoulders. Especially in times of distress and stress (read: finals), when writing should refresh me, I find that I am at a loss. In that sense, writing is like a burden that I yearn for, [...]
the summer i turned sixteen
Posted in revelation, tagged childhood, mother, writing on April 28, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
I hadn’t seen them for eleven years and in my mind, it was longer than that. “Don’t you remember when your grandfather used to babysit you?” All I could do was nod politely as they showed me pictures of me as a child. In reality, I could only vaguely recall memories of my grandfather, who [...]
receptacles
Posted in blog, revelation, tagged class, writing on April 6, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
“Let us now picture the spiritual occurrence introduced to the soul of modern man by that which we have just described. Historical knowledge streams in unceasingly from inexhaustible wells, the strange and incoherent forces its way forward, memory opens all its gates and yet is not open wide enough, nature travails in an effort to [...]
literatour
Posted in favorites, find of the day, revelation, tagged asian am, writing on September 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve been meaning to blog about this for a while now (I still have trouble distinguishing between ‘awhile’ and ‘a while’ simply because I tend to stick in whichever word “sounds” right when I say it aloud in my head. For example, I have no idea if this word is being used correctly in this [...]
