Archive for November, 2007

14
Nov
07

A metaphor

This flower only blooms at night.

This is something we seem to have in common.

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08
Nov
07

Tingly

Outside there is the misting sort of rain which I love to walk through because it tingles on your skin. Each tiny mist-droplet–a kiss that glimmers under the light.

My mother drew my attention to the fact that it has been a long time since I’ve updated the blog. I’ve been intending to, but there are the usual excuses… I’m kind of blocked up about the very next thing I’ve been meaning to blog for over a summer now.

In the meantime, things have been quiet. Too quiet.

My cousin warned me when I met up with him about a year ago, that really one has to meet new people if one wants to change one’s life. And while I’ve made friends with all the vendors in the area who serve me food and know me as the kuh ai hua chao whose Chinese is funky, I’ve been quite reclusive since coming to Taiwan. Outside of my family and work, I meant to concentrate on solitude and my own personal projects.

However, it never quite works out the way one intends. Perhaps my cousin was right–in some ways, I switched one room for another. One set of white walls where I sit and read books and daydream for another set of white walls where I do something similar. The only differences being the languages outside of the door and the weather. I confess to being a bit homesick for the crackle and colors of fall.

Anyway, for those of you who have been checking back– thanks for your persistence. I have passionfruit and buddha fruit and ling jiao and redness sitting in the wings after I get through the beastly blog post that has been malingering in my drafts box waiting…




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