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This Time

3 Oct

It's another perspective.Around this time last year, I went for a walk in the streets of Beijing. I saw fit to write about it. Express myself and share what I saw. The result was a remarkably poor blog post. Although the content was wonderful, my style was lack-luster; weighed and found wanting.

So I have taken it upon myself to re-write this post, hoping for the forgiveness of those who had read it at the time.

Here goes:

I had decided to go for a walk. Down Zhonguancun, a main street in the northeastern part of Beijing. Maybe I’ve become too sentimental, maybe I’ve always been sentimental. Either way I was in a sentimental mood.

My heart stirred; moved by many things on my short walk. But three stand out in comparison to all the other moving moments.

Scene #1 

A girl, sitting on her haunches. Black hair falls over her face either for shame or fashion. From a distance, I can tell…it’s not for fashion. She wore a tattered school uniform and holes cover her (the unfashionable kind).

A paper in front of her, flutters in the slight breeze and she holds it down with these tiny fingers.

Chinese characters spell out some plea for help, food or money.

A man stands apprehensively in front of her, reading her sign. Absent-mindedly, he dug for his wallet. He pulled out a few kuai and with care placed them at her feet. She nodded her head in acknowledgment.

No eye contact.

Scene #2

I continue to walk. Ashamed that I hadn’t stopped. Why hadn’t I stopped? Too task orientated.

Not too far down the road.

An elderly gentleman pulled out a piece of paper, placed it on the curb and sat upon it. The curb looked clean to me. But then you never can tell.

He crossed his legs, and folded his hands over his knees. Pensive. Here he had decided to sit and watch the world whirl around him. He smiled.

I smiled. Almost let out a small laugh.

Scene #3

I continued walking and came to a park. Classical folk music drifted up through the trees. A combination of the flute, the accordion, drums, the lute. Beautiful. It wasn’t not Bach, it’s not Chopin either. But it was beautiful.

I peeked through the trees and saw dancing.  Women thrice my age, moved with such agility. Men exemplified chivalry that hadn’t been used in over a decade.

I had found a dream world. A bubble in busy Beijing.

I was enlightened.

What did I learn from my walk?

  • To give more whole-heartedly.
  • Watch where I sit.
  • Observe the world now and then.
  • (Cliche bit) Dance through life.
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Four You (A Mix Tape)

28 Sep

In India on the back of every truck you’ll find these words “Blow Horn!” And you know what, everybody blows their horn like it was going out of style.

You know I am a little bit of a coward. I mean it. Here’s what I mean, instead of coming out and voicing my feelings or thoughts…I write them up here. Oh, don’t know worry, I talk a lot. I get thoughts out there, ones that matter too. But the ones that could be rejected or viewed as unwelcome.

I put those up here. Kind of like an announcement board. And then I cross my fingers, my toes, my eyes, legs…and pray that the person who it’s meant for will read it and feel inspired, or know that I care. Perhaps it’s that I feel I’m the only one on in each specific relationship who senses the overbearing need to Say Anything (that’s a movie isn’t it?). You ever feel that way? Of course you do, if you’re writing a blog well that’s clue number one. Don’t worry, there’s no need for shame, at least you’re saying something. If you’ve read  earlier posts you’ll know that I’m not a fan of bottling things up. Dumb.

I’ma “Blow my Horn” ~these are for four different unrelated people I’ve met in life.

1. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you “You’re beautiful, you’ve overwhelming because you’re so wonderful and you shine so bright!” I don’t care either, I’ll be here to tell you. Let me tell you. Listen to me tell you.  If it weren’t the truth; I wouldn’t say it. Do I have to go so far as to name names? I don’t think so. You know who you are. Just start believing it, because it’s the truth. Man, I wish you would just believe it.

 

2. I don’t know if you’re reading these posts of mine. Maybe I’m too much of a romantic. Maybe I stifled what could have been a beautiful friendship and something more. Maybe I’m the only one who felt that way. You want the truth?  Ah yes, well, its only because I thought I was the only one who felt that way. I wish I had let myself love you. So I wrote you off. And for that I’m sorry. Haha, you might not even know it’s you I’m talking about. But I think it’s too late to change any of that…isn’t it? Do you know who you are?

 

3. Are you reading this? I gave you the opportunity to take the honorable option. And you took the wrong one. How could you take advantage of me like that? Wasn’t I kind and generous to you? Wasn’t I your friend? I don’t understand. I trusted you too much and you ripped away just a bit more of my trust from humanity. I never should have trusted you. You should know who you are. Step up and take responsibility for your actions. You broke my proverbial heart

 

4. I know you’re not reading this. You. There is no way. You’re illiterate. For you there aren’t any words, only names. Bad names. And I refuse to write them up here. You know who you are, but you’ll never hear anything from me.

 

Would you pick different songs? Of course you would, there are so many out there, but then this post would only be music videos. Aren’t they simply fun though? The images make you think and the words make you ponder. Of course life is not like a music video, but who ever put a ban on living like you’re in one? No one.

I’m not trying to escape reality, simply just trying to find another way to embrace it. And there. You have it now. I’m a closet coward. And if these four people were to walk into the room right this moment, would I say anything?

Hmmmm…

As it Happens

26 Sep
2nd third of 17th century

Perhaps I envision myself like this lovely lady…btw, what is her name?

Got to thinking the other day about why I feel the need to write my thoughts and feelings down online for whoever would wish to read my words. There was silence in my brain. Not just any silence really. A deafening silence.

I mean everyone. Or almost everyone writes a blog or aspires to write a novel of some sort. So what on earth separates one from another? Content. Style. Media. If you don’t reach the right combination then what are you doing? Throwing random words up there for no one to read.

And it isn’t as if one person has something to write while another doesn’t. Simply because everybody hurts. Everybody harbours pain in their lives. Everyone is beautiful in their “broken”ness and everyone is writing about it in their blogs, online, for the world to see if the world wishes to.  And what happens when we (everybody) throw up our words? Nothing, we wait, and nothing happens. And maybe someone is “discovered” labeled a “talent” and their lives move on from simply blogging.

And we, everybody else, we continue to blog. Which is great! Go us! I say let’s continue it. Why not? It really isn’t a waste of time. In fact its a constructive use of time. Well at least I believe it is. So keep it up, you intrepid blogger you. Kudos, high-five!

Just because everybody feels pain, it doesn’t lessen yours. You still have the right to feel. So write. Write young grasshopper, write.

Why is it that I feel the need to write things down, post some photos, and maybe a few videos here and there?

  • Is it for the fame? Am I secretly hoping that some big shot will read it. Think ,”Hey, this Tricia girl, she’s great…blah blah blah.” Haha. Yes, of course I think perhaps that could happen. Oh man I can only hope for that to happen, it is a dream. Something that would only ever happen in the movies. But as it happens there isn’t any fame associated with blogging. None. But I’m still going to write.
  • Is it for the practice? Yeah, I guess so. What writer, blogger, or whatever wouldn’t relish the chance to hone their skills? But as it happens, you will not find to best literary prose. Not every blog, but in general.
  • Is it for the readership? Oh man, to develop a following of readers who think that my writing is the be all and end all. Or not even that, for them to think that my words are something of an insight into something that helps them see just a small glimpse into how I see and understand life. But as it happens every human being is a philosopher and psychologist by their own standards.
  • Is it an outlet? But of course it is! I sometimes find that when I’m very angry, happy, depressed, ecstatic or frustrated, I write the best posts. I use it as a venting machine. Other times its simply a way of updating people who care to read.
  • …I really don’t know. Just something to do? Yep, and you know I am going to continue this “theme-less” blog of mine  until my fingers fall off my hands. And even then I’ll find a way.

What is oh so special about MY blog?

  • Nothing is particular actually. My mother and father would beg to differ. But then they’re my mother and father…they have to beg to differ.
  • I’m honest. But then aren’t we all? At least I would desperately like to think humanity is honest. But as it happens, most people seek the chance to rip another person off.
  • I’m quirky. And I come by it honestly. Other people try attempt “quirky”ness. I was born…quirky.
  • I’m decisive.
  • I’m random.

But then maybe you’re reading this and thinking…I’m all of the above and more! Well good for you. Great! Take that and soar with it. I hope you go far! But as it happens, I’ve come to find that some simply look at my blog and like it in the hopes that they would increase their readership. And of course I’ll “like” yours if you “like” mine. Isn’t that how it works? Of course. Yeah it may seem pointless, maybe it is, but who cares! Write, blog, share and let it all out. Throw your words up there.

Are you sensing that I’m sending mixed messages?

It’s only because I’m trying to convince myself too.

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Angkor Wat (Bangkok, Thailand)

20 Sep

A Wat

I am almost just as tall aren’t I? I love the standard “stand-in-front” of the monument and take a photo. A token tourist pic don’t you think?

How to Live

20 Jun
Guzaarish

Guzaarish (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

But of course in order to live you aren’t required to have extremely long hair, or wear a gigantic rose. Of course you don’t  have to dance in circles, twirl or clap your hands. What I mean: simply possess the spirit and zest for life as much as this character has.

Udi-Guzaarish Song 2010 [HD] W/E Subs – YouTube.

She’s living in the moment, forgetting that there are people present and letting the music flow. Yeah, dancing as if nobody is watching is tough stuff, not easily done, but that is not to say it’s “undo”-able. I guess it means that we should take it easy, forget about trying hard at anything and remember that life is for living. Now how is that for high-end advice hm?

Pretty darn -tootin high I’d say.

 

 

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