OH dear… These Few Months!

I just lost a whole blog post. And well, I have to run! But here’s a quick/short one…

Things I Love These Few Months:

making quinoa with mushrooms + avocado + basil + cheese with friends for dinner ; walking around the city (‘the calm’) after ‘the storm’ ; drinking lots of teas + juices ; eating lots of veggies ; books galore! ; celebrating may babies + birthdays ; dancing happiness ; knowing myself a little better -strengths + weaknesses ; knowing that it’s hard to be objective ; knowing that you & other people can be objective ; learning to let go ; listening + buying + receiving awesome music ; writing papers, altho with imperfection -which my father use to call the “author/writer’s touch” ; attractiveness cannot only be on the surface altho in many instances it may seem that way ; taking time to react to something ; opposing viewpoints with friends & yet, here we are, having nasi lemak breakfast & talking oh-so-loudly in a public library ; that grades matter but they don’t matter only ; bringing a sibling into my teaching world ; the movie The Lady ; home is always home but you can make your own family too . . .

 

<3

Washing Machine of Life: How To Get Out

I’ll be honest with myself & say that I didn’t have much of a holiday during the full 3-week semester break. It wasn’t much fun, with emotions & drama flying around -not like fireflies, but more like fire! & fighting fire with fire does not always work. The beginning of this semester was particularly tough (yes, I say that to myself all the time), but this time was both mentally & physically tiring. I hate the phrase “with every cloud, there’s a silver-lining” -it bothers me because it sounds so ‘half-glass’ -I’d always rather be OUT THERE & confronting the obvious elephant in the room. -It’s not silver. Sometimes it’s plain grey & trying & trying & trying to be better, happy & up-beat becomes counteractive & is ironically a kill-joy. Sometimes I feel like shutting up completely in class where I’m usually chatty, or laughing out loud in the middle of an uptight city. And I do.

Convincingly, you don’t know how you got out of the circling, mundane washing machine of life, but you do & you forget to write it all down because what if (you think to yourself), what IF you fall back into the whole quantitating process? You count the days to pass, you want to get out, but you forget how or the old ways simply don’t work anymore.

Here comes out the random list that I’ve mash together in times of crisis, when we all need to eat is more than a plate full of potatoes:

* do something opposite & upside-down of what you’ve been doing. if you’ve been a social recluse, get out & meet all of your favorite people. -together & all at once. if you’ve been a party animal, tone it down totally. go for a walk, to the bookstore, for lunch in a quiet cafe, by yourself.

* in-grain in your head & repeat to yourself: “health first. no compromise.”

* eat something different. eat your favorite BUT healthy foods.

* caffeine & sweet drinks away. drink tea & water & fresh veg/fruit juice instead. bring a water (not plastic) bottle with you & save some money at the same time.

* take multi-vitamins on days you haven’t been getting enough nutrition. see if there’s a change.

* get enough sleep. just enough sleep. you decide how much.

* have a “me” time everyday.

* when you’re feeling stressed, assess the moment: what makes you stressed & why. take deep breaths. start again.

* be around cool people who get their work done on time. learn from them. learn from you. (someone once told me that the most busiest man has the most time).

* exercise in the funnest ways YOU think is possible. dance to rock music. run at odd hours. frisbee. yoga in the mornings. walk after a meal. stretch when stressed. box or shadow box. kite. play tag.

* write or draw & make crap art in your journal or a piece of paper. don’t think, just do. then bless yourself with compliments!

* do something YOU want to do. for once. just do. instead of “be”, we’re all -like a friend said- becoming.

* get out of your city! go somewhere else for a few days or even a day! take time off & be good to yourself.

* return from your getaway. look at how your getaway experience & everyday life can be fused, creating yourself a magical world of possibilities.

<3 <3 <3

Kim

Sleepy Sunday

Things I Love This Week

being around friends ; getting my results ; trying to adjust ; helping to pack + seeing Luka off & bombing him with colourful dye ; meeting new people -a Peruvian musician + a mellow island-hopping guy who gave me a seashell bracelet ; lime juices ; flea market at 6AM & then a 10AM ; Roselyn’s vegan cookies + fettuccine ; meeting Italians, one with a semi-dancing kid + with Wolverine-like features + braids ; surprises ; looking forward to percussion class ; lying down on the road & field ; parading around town, dreamlike ; roti canai in the middle of the night ; call from home ; sleeping in on Sunday ; getting a call from a friend who was sleeping & ask why I was calling her! ; old locks & keys ; books & books & books . . .

Blue & Peach.

When it gets too much tomorrow, I’ll take a step outside. Go for a walk. Buy flowers. Smile at a kind stranger & maybe bump into my winking monk. I’ll wear sparkling dust on my cheeks & hands & think of the amazing-ness that this world truly has to offer.

Things I Love Today (although technically yesterday):

discovering that I have a NEW & AWESOME skill (one which cannot be revealed…just yet, but it involves STAMPS) ; laughing with cousins ; solitary lunch ; veggie burger + miso soup (YUM!) for dinner ; realizing that I may have soy intolerance -more of the liquid type so far (it’s sad because I’m a vegetarian, but intriguing because I learn something about myself!) ; wearing bangles that go ka-ching! ; being invited to a swimming destiny this Saturday! ; awaiting Sunday because it will be wonderful ; electric blue nail polish that goes tah-dah! ; a beautiful comment & inspiration from Jo, a freelance writer with an amazing aura! -and who resembles Julia Butterfly Hill! ; late night talks ; black sesame seeds ; lugging around tea in my bag ; thinking about rainbow Holi ; thinking about all the wonderfulcrazy people in my life ; 2:26 ; getting the bitching out of my system ; dreaming of peaches & blue cheese pizza (& think they’re my latest favourite colour combination!) ; being simply, simply being .

Magic

Even when it’s hard.
Even when the sky is falling.
Even when they’re yelling.
Even when there’s no beauty, but ugliness is beauty.
I believe in magic.

I believe in magic.
Even when it’s an imitation.
Even when it’s only an effort, not perfection.
Even when we’re all thieves, but we don’t steal time we don’t care for time;
we steal the rich.
I believe in magic.

I believe in magic.
Even when the scars are still seen.
Even when there’s no more respect,
we don’t need respect,
we need to get mad. and we do. and that’s magic.
I believe in magic.

I believe in magic,
even if it’s only my imagination,
even if it’s only a monk winking
and telling me
it’s not.

Follow me on twitter!

Beautiful Sunday, everyone!

It’s starting to rain, just what I need from yesterday’s meltdown!

I’ve finally made a twitter account & I’m absolutely loving it! Unlike my Facebook account, I’m opening up my twitter, making it more public & it’s nice to see the different people who follow you…

I’ve got DanielleLaPorte who’s following me, who I adore for her sassiness! & yokoono who has mind-boggling & surreal quotes on her twitter!

And of course, I’m following xoBetseyJohnson, OccupyWallSt & of course juliabfly!

So what are you waiting for? Follow me! <3

Don’t stop talking politics

Don’t stop talking politics
although the government got you by your knees
allowing you to beg, allowing you to please
Don’t stop dying your hair in red
though the ministers are hanging
by their toes in golden threads
Don’t stop polluting
the agenda with your snipes
when your head is heavy, holding
someone else’s behind
Don’t stop shooting
with yellow, flowers and speeches
against their acid cleansing, boots
where they will oneday walk in shame
Don’t stop the music of
the people and the war of peace
where ladies and men, as old
as the earth
strut out, walk out, to leave
-to leave the graves of the young
to hold heavy against the skies (light)
that light up for the sinning sun (and tears)
Don’t stop your tears
stop your fears
or the elections will let you done.

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