Thursday, February 28, 2008
when push comes to shove
[image: madsky; myopia]
you learn a lot from the people you love.
target practice. empty husk.
I should be happy writing the last thoughts on my application.
As I sit here dotting my i's, crossing my t's
I don't know if I'm crying because I'm excited or because I'm overwhelmed with disappointment. I feel like I'm talking to an empty space again except this time, there's no echo.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
all hail, vagina face
[image: @ the zoolab, compliments of the mac photobooth]
the photobooth application mac has is hilarious... a cause for potential endless hours of entertainment.
this week is anti-violence week and sasc's clothesline project is on display. come on down and make a t-shirt... express how you feel or have been affected by violence.
Friday, February 22, 2008
on giant leaves we sleep
when we trip and fall, scratch our knee... we cry
when we are elated with happiness, we smile
when we feel wronged, we are angry
and so on and so forth.
I think we tend to forget our human condition.
the alchemist
[image: dixon; barcelona, spain]
[currently listening to: boards of canada - dayvan cowboy]
"All you have to do is contemplate a simple grain of sand, and you will see in it all the marvels of creation. Listen to your heart. It knows all things, because it came from the Soul of the World, and it will one day return there." --Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
I remember when Yael recommended me this book. I read it for the second time and cried. It's amazing.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
boards of canada
sometimes, i just turn this up and get lost in nostalgia
the world is just so so immense.
this is actual 1959 footage from joseph kittinger's high altitude parachute jump wearing a pressurized suit... he reached 22 g's (900+ km/hr) falling out of the sky
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
euphoria
My gosh... I just had the most amazing poo ever.
I nearly passed out.
tmi. i will regret this post later.
kthx, bye.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
你睇我唔到! 你睇我唔到!
[image: dhosoner; albacete, spain]
identity?
I've lived here for 20 years... a Canadian citizen for 16. I call Canada my home. I've met people who wholeheartedly denounce this country as false... an illegitimate country and a big joke because of its lack of history. I've also met people who embrace themselves as 110% Canadian and scrunch their noses at the idea of having any ties to their respective cultural backgrounds from wherever in the world even if it spans multiple generations ago. I've been accused of being a poser for tacking on the "chinese-" prefix and a sham for advertising myself as Canadian because I don't guzzle massive quantities of beer and cheer over last night's hockey fight (though I do enjoy the occasional beer and hockey game). It feels weird to be stuck in this weird cultural limbo having to defend Canada from being pelted by harsh criticism and being proud of my HK background. "Go back"... go back where? I cannot survive the fast-paced capitalist rat race nor would I want to. I just feel wearied out arguing against country-centric views on what Canada is or means. No place is perfect, just let it be.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
copious butt shaking
[image: escif]
[currently listening to: benny benassi - i love my sex]
woopie doo dah bah doom doom pah.
I fell in love with my blanket. I'm hoping that the huge ass bruises on my knee and arm go away fast lest I continue to give the impression that I'm a trick-turning junkie. In the meantime, I shall go back to hugging my blanket & enrico the rat.