talking of Michaelangelo.
Monday, February 28, 2011
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This is Just to Say // 8:01 pm
I have been missing you since
the moment
that you left
the subway
and which
was probably the
last time
I will ever see you again
Forgive me
you don't seem to leave my mind
so intangible
so indelible
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c'est payé, balayé, oublié / je me fous du passé! // 6:32 am
The Waiting Place…
for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come,
or a plane to go or the mail to come,
or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
... of course, Dr. Seuss is the one with all the wisdom.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
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try to sleep with a smile // 7:21 am
Momentarily smitten.
Thrown off balance by your sudden smiles,
(the crow's feet by your eyes).
Your temporary sincerity.
I can't hold your gaze, it...
I want to learn everything about you.
But I know if I do, you might not the one
I'm really looking for. So I'm scared.
But allow this imbalance.
From the corner of my eye you...
Just for a few more hours.
Just for a few more hours.
I don't know why, but walking behind you
and watching your back...
the way your jacket feels.
I feel like a child again.
Friday, February 25, 2011
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'cause we're living in a world of fools // 11:13 am
... breaking us down
How deep is your love
How deep is your love
I really need to learn
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breakin’ us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
I believe in you
You know the door to my very soul
You're the light in my deepest, darkest hour
You're my saviour when I fall
And you may not think I care for you
When you know down inside
That I really do
- The Bird and The Bee
Monday, February 21, 2011
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train // 7:00 am
When you sit and stare long
you see the shadows that go whizzing by,
the reflections and mirrors and shadows that
surround, smother you.
Too long have you fooled around with
appearances, illusions and delusions of
grandeur.
Dangerously, you dappled with
smoke and mists and foggy mirrors.
Smothered.
You drown in unreality
in hope that is so mere
and when you struggle,
you fight to expel these
fogs you
fade away, your
judgment is clouded and
you realize you're moving backwards
on the train. Backwards, by moving forward.
Everything else is moving forward except
you
and... you are frightened and the awakening is
a jerk, a start, a rush of emotion forcing you
out of this lull, this calm before your storm
this supposed boon of protection
and
you are left to your own wits, your own
ends, your own choices and
you hermit, you hide, that's all you want to do.
Retrieve.
Breakout, break through.
It's time now.
Keep on goin' and taste the stars.
Keep on growin' and raise the bar.
It's a murder fact, reality kills.
Call your doctor now for your reality pills. - epik high
Monday, February 14, 2011
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lazy lump of cheese // 9:31 am
Lessons from and for the abroad.
"I could not forgive the silence of the teddy bear."
Friday, February 11, 2011
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"little sick is a blessing" // 11:58 am
, a Chinese proverb/phrase
I'm really sick. I haven't been this sick since... HK2008.
I felt like I was gonna faint today, so I actually went to the emergency clinic... the doc and nurse were pretty awesome I'd say.
So I guess Canadian/Queen's healthcare isn't such a fail after all?
P.S. It's so great to have amazing friends by your side who make calls to you just because you're sick, or go out to buy you congee and lemons.... because they know how sick you are. It's really great to have amazing friends. Glassa, you're such a blessing to me (amongst many others).
Monday, February 07, 2011
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unreliable // 9:10 am
I think I know why I keep them. Because it reminds me that I was loved, at least once, once upon a time. No, it wasn't a happily ever after, but it drives my self-esteem once in awhile that at least once, I was loved that way and I was told that I was loved that way.
So, yes, I still keep them.
Someone told me I'll get rid of them soon enough, when I am ready. I look forward to that day.
Friday, February 04, 2011
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Love Ire & Song // 11:42 am
by Frank Turner
So come on let's be young, let's be crass enough to care
Let's refuse to live and learn, let's make all our mistakes again yes
And then darling, just for one day, we can fight and we can win
And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible
Leave the mourning the to the morning
Yeah pain can be killed
With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills
But memories of hope, and glorious defeat
Are a little bit harder to beat
I like the lyrics a lot better than the song, it's more like vent-sounding, which I love. The quality of his voice is very interesting, it's not conventional just singing... it sounds slightly indie. I was the friend who introduced me to this song that it reminds me how that changing just a few words, prepositions, tenses, it changes a lot in the meaning and it becomes so much more clever.
let's be heroes, let's be martyrs, let's be radical thinkers
who never have to test drive the least of their dreams
let's divide up the world into the damned and safe
and then ride to the valleys like the old life brigade
I love the reference to Tennyson. I hope you caught that too.
Thursday, February 03, 2011
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overheard // 11:02 pm
We were just in a presentation about QECO (which I suppose discloses where I'm from if you only looked hard enough). QECO is the thing that determines how much we're gonna get paid for each year of teaching.
Well, as we were exiting the auditorium, I overheard an agitated boy venting to another girl over the coffee table, the conversation ran as follows:
"They spend the majority of an Assessment and Evaluation course telling us how important Assessment is over Evaluation because assessment is what's important in the long run and then we go in and they F*CKING tell us that all the marks we got over the period of our entire university career is going to make a difference by 10 grand a year. F*CK. It's all bullsh*t. We've got to start telling our students that in the end, all that matters is their marks, who the hell should give a damn about assessment anyway."
Lofty ideals, romanticized thinking shattered.
So what should we be teaching?
This is what ran through my head as I very clearly stood there and just "overheard" their conversation. I believe that I should believe that at least part of those lofty ideals are correct. I should believe that the pathway to great evaluations might be assessment. Maybe the way to success is through these romanticized ways that they're teaching us. Who knows?
Let's just get through this, shall we?
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
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artsy fartsy // 5:11 am
The Arts Educators are doing this thing all over the walls of the Faculty. There's a haiku wall and I remembered how much I love them.
This is how you write
a haiku. You use lots of
witty enjambment.
Haikus are awesome
because they are fun to read.
Socks are awesome too.
Avalanche of snow
I wish I could just go home.
It's too cold, too cold!
I wrote these haikus,
my favourite haikus are
mostly metaikus.
These little things make me smile :)