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Except for Appreciation posts, and the odd one here or there, if I'm feeling in the mood.
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'Sesame Street' Theme on Classroom Instruments
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Back to my childhood days. For Isaac, Sarah, Caleb and Daniel.

1808: Problems with Hurricanes | Victor Hernández Cruz
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Originally posted by exceptindreams at 1808: Problems with Hurricanes | Victor Hernández Cruz
"Problems with Hurricanes"
Victor Hernández Cruz

A campesino looked at the air
And told me:
With hurricanes it's not the wind
or the noise or the water.
I'll tell you he said:
it's the mangoes, avocados
Green plantains and bananas
flying into town like projectiles.

How would your family
feel if they had to tell
The generations that you
got killed by a flying
Banana.

Death by drowning has honor
If the wind picked you up
and slammed you
Against a mountain boulder
This would not carry shame
But
to suffer a mango smashing
Your skull
or a plantain hitting your
Temple at 70 miles per hour
is the ultimate disgrace.

The campesino takes off his hat—
As a sign of respect
toward the fury of the wind
And says:
Don't worry about the noise
Don't worry about the water
Don't worry about the wind—
If you are going out
beware of mangoes
And all such beautiful
sweet things.



MUSIK APPRECIATION
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Boy it's been a while since I've done this.

No real reason - I just love this song, it's so evocative.

Hope everyone has been well.


A great gap that divides us
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Last night I met up with Yikai and Megan, both of whom I have never really been terribly close to, but we happened to bump into each other at Yikai's play and decided it'd be nice for us to catch up. It went surprisingly well and the two of them basically kept the conversation going all night ( they are recently re-discovered best friends) and I chipped in whenever there was anything that I could say which was of any worth. Talked about relationships all night, and i think I've learnt a lot more about what constitutes a "good" and  "bad" relationship, and some do's and don'ts of relationships - which I would never have been able to find out unless I get into a relationship and make the same mistakes that they/their significant others made. Main thing I took away, I guess, is that humans are flawed and fickle and too difficult to understand completely - guys and girls alike.

Today I baked gingerbread cookies, and then had lunch with JW in some place with sufficiently strong aircon. The weather these few days has been nothing short of unbearable. It's as if the sun decided to remind everyone how sun-ful it really is. Went for Judo training and got my bum handed neatly to me by my juniors. It is a humbling experience to be told 1) you've put on weight 2) you've lost the magic touch. Humbling but also desperately needed, I think. Sometimes I am too full of myself about certain unsaid things.

Had dinner with my platoon sergeant from 6 SIR, Pingboon. He is a great person and I appreciate him a lot, more than I could possibly tell him. It's really thanks to him that I was able to get through unit life - he made so many things so much more bearable and well-organized and efficient. We met up at around 730 and my initial plan was to bail by around 8pm so that I could go busking at Holland V by 9pm,but we ended up talking and reminiscing about army dayz until the shop closed, which was around 945pm. I cannot tell you how great it felt, being able to talk about the army with someone who has gone through so much with me. It's incredibly cathartic. Shared experiences have to be one of life's greatest things.

One recurring theme today is this: I can hardly believe that I've gone through everything that I've gone through. 6 years of hellish Judo training, 2 years of brutal, brain-numbing, soul-crushing military service... It just seems so foreign and strange to me now. During Judo training today, at one point when I was terribly exhausted, I asked myself Is it really true that I used to be the kind of person who could do this 3-4 times a week, three hours at a go, for 6 years straight? Where did that person go to? Has he grown up and flown off? And the same thought process while I was reminiscing with pingboon about going to Thailand and doing ATEC and doing ops deployment at Jurong Island and Sembawang Wharves and Tekong. I can scarcely believe that I lived through all that; now, it seems impossible that I'd ever have survived any of that. I'm in such poor physical shape now, compared to back then.

But hey - what's done is done. The only thing to do is to look forward.

1740: This Is Not an Elegy | Catherine Pierce
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Originally posted by exceptindreams at 1740: This Is Not an Elegy | Catherine Pierce
"This Is Not an Elegy"
Catherine Pierce

At sixteen, I was illegal and brilliant,
my fingernails chewed to half-moons.
I took off my clothes in a late March
field. I had secret car wrecks,
secret hysteria. I opened my mouth
to swallow stars. In backseats
I learned the alchemy of guilt, lust,
and distance. I was unformed and total.
I swore like a sailor. But slowly the cops
stopped coming around. The heat lifted
its palms. The radio lost some teeth.

Now I see the landscape behind me
as through a Claude glass—
tinted deeper, framed just so, bits
of gilt edging the best parts.
I see my unlined face, a thousand
film stars behind the eyes. I was
every murderess, every whip-
thin alcoholic, every heroine
with the silver tongue. Always young
Paul Newman’s best girl. Always
a lightning sky behind each kiss.

Some days I watch myself
in the third person, speak to her
in the second. I say: I will
meet you in sleep. I will know you
by your stillness and your shaking.
By your second-hand gown.
By your bruises left by mouths
since forgotten. This is not
an elegy because I cannot bear
for it to be. It is only a tree branch
against the window. It is only a cherry
tomato slowly reddening in the garden.
I will put it in my mouth. It will
be sweet, and you will swallow.


I see the light through my eyelids.

Is like a somewhere slowly sinking sun
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So I have made it back to Singapore - it is every bit as sticky and hot as I don't remember. The humidity hugs me like an overzealous aunt, and I feel like I'm constantly under the oppression of the sun and the water that hangs around in the air. But this is where I grew up, this is the place where I became who I am today, and so for all the heat and the sweat and did I mention the heat, i still am glad to be back.

It is 7:59 am here, usually I wouldn't be up this early but I am still jetlagging. Spent my first day back hanging out with jac and hongjie at jac's house, we helped to make pizza and then we drank lots of tea and talked about lots of stuff. it was almost as if I'd never been gone, except for the fact that we were all talking about college experiences rather than about PW or about 1B or about army. What felt the same was I guess the distance, or closeness, I felt - it's different from talking to any or all of the people I've met in my first year of college. There's a shared experience. There's a relatability. I feel more at ease. Perhaps it's just a function of time; it probably is. I also think it's a function of timing - I can't help feeling that beyond this point in my life, most of the new relationships and friendships that I form with people will be fundamentally different from those before, just because my earlier years felt so much more formative. That's not to discount any of the new friends I have made though, and again I am speaking way ahead of time because only time will tell and really it's only been a year. So yes. Time shakes its shaggy locks at me in weary disdain.

Spent all of yesterday at my Mom and Dad's workplace, helping them with the latest order of chemicals; this time it's mosquito repellents. Left home at 8, got back at around 10pm. Talk about a long day at work. I don't want to say too much about what the work was because it's not terribly interesting, but essentially from it I got a glimpse of a couple of things:

1. My mom and dad work extremely, extremely hard. And I haven't ever really heard them complain about their work or say things like "Do you know how hard we work for you"". Even when they do it's very embarrassedly, and it's usually when we do something terribly wrong. Point is, they work hard.

2. Earning money is not easy. This is one of those things which will keep coming back  to hit me in the head, I think. Money doesn't grow on trees and even if it does those trees don't grow by themselves and you still have to harvest the money and that requires time and workers and investments and machines...anyway, point is that there's a lot of work that needs to be done, and a lot of starting work will seem useless and fruitless and not profitable but it is an investment.


Few more things I didn't get down, but I have to go now, training starts at 9.


Small pleasures
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Today we drove around Austin - it's very much like Berkeley, full of young, hip adults trying to find a little niche to fit into, or creating their own. Lots of neat little cafes, shops, restaurants - we went to a place called hopdoddy and had burgers and shakes, but really what most people do there is buy their specialty alcoholic drinks. Walked around a bit, visited Allen Boots which is a specialty store that sells cowboy boots. Found one which said " Sale: $999.00", it was black and silver and it had a skull and crossbones on it. Original price was something like $1,500.

Went to the park afterwards and I taught my cousins how to use a little stream to race "floats", which are basically anything which is small and light enough to float. I read about this in Winnie-The-Pooh, and when I told my little 7-yr-old cousin about it you should've seen his face light up.  Ended up spending almost 30 minutes there, just racing little pieces of plastic or wood or fruit peel or whatever else we could find.

Went for a run, about 9.5 km, I just measured. Have put on at least 2 kg since coming to the US - which is not too bad, given, the amount  of dessert I've been making/eating. Going to try and keep it down though.

Home in a few days. I cannot wait.


Keep close, keep tight- stay hungry,stay light
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I am in Austin, Texas right now, staying at my aunt's place. This morning I woke up and decided to go with my aunt to her Fitness Class. At first when the music started playing and everyone starting the side-to-side stepping that seems to characterize every gym class(not that I've been to many), I thought to myself "This is going to be a joke" Turns out I was completely wrong, and by halfway through I was aching all over, muscles burning and all that. By the end of it there was sweat everywhere and I had aches everywhere and all these women around me were probably wondering how I even made it into the class. Still, what an experience. Might be going back for more tomorrow.

It's been an interesting summer so far. Started off with a week in Orlando, where I spent 3 days in Disneyworld by myself, and then a day at the beach, again by myself. Drove up to Atlanta,Georgia for a 3 day church conference, and then back down to Florida. Flew to Austin, Texas for another 3 day church conference, and now I'm here just chillaxing and spending a week with the cousins. If you're wondering why I'm going for so many church conferences, it's because I think it's a pretty worthwhile way of spending my time. I go there and listen to speakers and meet other Christians and talk about God with them, or about whatever other things we might end up talking about, and I learn a lot about the Bible and about God and about the meaning of my life. Quite a good deal, I must say. It keeps me grounded.

I realize that I need to have things to occupy me. If not I end up, well, wasting my time. Typically that means surfing YouTube watching contestants on "The Voice ( UK)" and "The Voice ( US)" and recently "The Voice(Australia)".  I don't get anything from it,except a feeling of awe. Which is great, but, well, time could be better well spent. Like playing with my cousins. Or reading a book.

I still find it very thought-provoking that we humans have such a struggle between what we want to do and what we actually do,what we desire to do and what we end up doing. And also the ways we deal with this conundrum, either by explaining it away or finding an excuse for it, or just learning to live with it.

Back in Singapore in about 6 days.

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1693: Learning Italian Slowly | David Shumate
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Originally posted by exceptindreams at 1693: Learning Italian Slowly | David Shumate
"Learning Italian Slowly"
David Shumate

I learn three words each day. It's been seven months now and
perhaps I could carry on a conversation with a Sicilian child. If she
spoke slowly. In present tense. And only about pencils and dogs
and cheese. Sometimes I feel my new Italian self growing inside
me. He's a little man who gesticulates as he speaks. He rides his
bicycle to the market to buy eggplant, anise, and porcini. Then
delivers them to his elderly mother. In the afternoon he plays
bocce with the older men. The children mimic the way he
whispers to himself. The grimaces he makes with his face. When
the moon comes out he slicks back his hair and sings beneath the
window of the woman he loves. What a sight he is. Down on one
knee. His arms outstretched. So willing to make a fool of himself.
Over and over again.



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