Day in the life

Just some thrown-together notes from today-

“Please stand behind the yellow line…” IMG_5880

iphone 6S adverts above the train platform

Shot a baby and a leaf on iPhone 6S. Also the girl from Orphan (it’s a horror movie).

Reading on the train, someone on wordpress likens ink to pepper on a tablecloth (Do We Write To Fill A Page? by Joel D. Hirst). At the bookshop; The Unbearable Lightness of Being, alone. I sat cross-legged on the floor like a street peddler, devoured three chapters. 

Take the stairs instead of escalator. Passing reflective surfaces, I think about this line:

‘… in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body.’                                                                                                                                   Milan Kundera

Generalization in poetry (isn’t poetry just generalization?)

There isn’t a seat on the train, not for me anyway. A twenty-something with brown curls, denim jacket at her waist. White collars on lunch break, laughing in Teochew and English.

WordPress feed interrupted by message. Aunt discussing the exchange rate with mom (how many dollars is 390 yen?) How’s Japan? Family went cherry blossom viewing in Shinjuku… Blur of tunnel walls, still thinking about that book.

Reality like a knock on the glass pane. Change station…

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barely scraped-together response to Day 4 of the

A-to-Z Challenge (sorry, I’ll try harder tomorrow.)

be brave

do I dare to eat a peach?

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach

so goes the love song

of prufrock, self-imagined Hamlet; to be or not to be,

though that is a different question.

People often use the phrase ‘work up the nerve’ to do something.

If death is a return to stardust, and

the nameless god in every nerve and cell,

surely he has had some hand, some input

in the output of your programming, brain synapses,

from brain to heart to feeling-

All has culminated to this.

(or, in the words of LeBeouf,

just do it.)

 

in response to the daily post prompt

Nerve

name-shaped

Prompt: Say Your Name

My name…

  • has a religious connotation (yay!). My name basically dictates that I be a servant to our Father and bring him joy. Which I wouldn’t mind doing, except I don’t or should I say can’t share the same sense of belonging to the religion I was born in as my family anymore.
  • starts with ‘A’. (yup, Naomi isn’t my real name. Sorry.) Which means I’m always at the front of the class register. Always. I actually feel that this had a positive influence on me as I was forced to become more confident, outspoken, etc.

I wonder though, am I happy I was forced to be confident at an early age due to my personality, or is my personality due to being forced to be confident?

If our personality is shaped by our experiences, how much of our experiences are shaped by forces beyond our control? By the luck which runs like molten gold or computer system – pure mathematical variable?

In a parallel universe, how is my counterpart named Elizabeth or Samantha faring differently from me?

What effects do your name have on you?

Homecoming 

The world is shrinking

Maybe I’ll catch you sipping coffee on a jazz walk in San Francisco, when we get sick of our respective islands;

Or capture you in a photograph by accident; tourist shot of the tower, locals in the background;

Or pass by you at a train station, each holding on to two kids by the cuffs,

And frowning, and old, 

And drowning in words that can’t be said 

In front of our husbands