August 2010
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New Tumblr
Ra-in-Seattle now obsolete…
Find me with a jar of crunchy noodles.
June 2010
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April 2010
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Parting in my veins
I saw Brea on Monday, two days after we said our final goodbyes. It was Saturday night, after Palomino’s happy hour dinner with Grace and Julianna. We parted on the corner of 4th and Pine. She hugged me for the last time and told me she was glad to have known me. Then she crossed the road and disappeared down Pine. I walked slowly along 4th toward Westlake tunnel, tearing up for...
March 2010
24 posts
you were the paper on which my life’s map was drawn
the contours of my life the topography and the landmarks on my horizon found their shape on you
i knew my north by the compass imprinted on your skin
and though i know i’ve walked this road before it’s now strangely un-navigable unfamiliar unbelievable
i knew where i was once but i drew the map on you
- Cheryl Lawrie
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“Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start...”
– Audrey Hepburn
kindred
“What do you want to do, Brea?”
“I don’t know… I want to work with women and girls. But I just want to hold them and be with them you know? To let them know that everything's gonna be okay"
R Is For Rachel, From Routine To Rad →
restrass:
“And so while the Rachel of the nineties may have been a high-maintenance layered blowout, maybe the Rachel of the teens will be a close-cropped style, perfect for chasing down stories, calling out liars, and generally kicking ass.” (via Jezebel)
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We stand as strangers
We stand as strangers in the landscape among the rocks and the dirt and the salt from a long forgotten sea.
Holding tight to the edges of our lives for fear of losing them to the horizon, for fear we will no longer know where we end and the vast unknown begins.
Holding close to what we used to be sure of for fear that if we let go there will be nothing no-one and nowhere.
And we...
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20 words of lent
where is your home? she said i was stuck for words until i thought of you i am so thankful
— Cheryl Lawrie
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The Four Quartets
But to apprehend The point of intersection of the timeless With time, is an occupation for the saint - No occupation either, but something given And taken, in a lifetime’s death in love, Ardour and selflessness and self-surrender. For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment, the moment in and out of time, The distraction fit, lost is a shaft of sunlight, The wild thyme...
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It's always bittersweet
It’s the nicest thing to be buzzing, in the morning, and not be called an alcoholic because you’re still in school. That’s your excuse right there, even though you actually missed the sunrise because it was a gray and cloudy morning. Somehow I don’t think I’ll ever achieve the goal of going to class drunk - after chardonnay and merlot on the rooftop shaft of Portage...
A secret gem in Every City
I have a penchant for tall buildings, and found out soon after that the tallest building in Seattle only cost $5 to get to the 76th floor observation deck, or just a cuppa joe at the Starbucks on the 40th floor. We got distracted by the Happy Hour menu at McCormick & Schmick, with their famous $2.95 cheeseburger and fries and $1.95 spicy chicken wings, so we never reached the top. I realised...
Past the mark: 1056 words
Ok this seems really daunting, the first day of the 750 words March challenge, but I can do it! Jonathan is such a whiz, he started writing at 6:04 in the morning and finished some 19 minutes later. How does he do it? Last night I had a bizarre dream about going to Thai Tom or some other kind of Thai restaurant with Mummy Daddy and Rebekah and I ordered teriyaki chicken of some sort even though I...
It's my last full month here and already I'm...
It’s the first day of March, the month of my father’s birth and the month where I’m piling new challenges onto myself for inspiration. I’m feeling dusty these days. I want to know what it feels like to have real consistency in my life, to learn the rigours of discipline and see beauty in the mundane.
750 words everyday, and a photo a day at 9:24pm. An arbitrary time,...
Getting there
Sure, everything falls apart. Love is like that, too. Even family is like that. But I’d like to quote Mr. Mitch Hedberg, if I may: “A girl asked me if I drink red wine. I said yes and she asked, ‘But doesn’t it give you a headache?’ And I said, ‘Sure… EVENTUALLY.’”. Pause for effect. “‘But the first and the middle parts are...
February 2010
23 posts
“All men’s miseries derive from not being able to sit quietly in a room...”
– Blaise Pascal
Write one leaf about the second day of Lent.
(via writeoneleaf)
On the second day of Lent,
I woke up and regretted missing Quest’s Ash Wednesday morning service. The night before I planned my bus route: 6:21am from Campus Pkwy Bay 4, 20 minutes to Interbay, 9 minutes walk to church. Return route: reverse. My alarm rang twice, thrice. Groggy-eyed, it still looked dark outside. Bizarrely, I thought of the dangers of Mexico City and...
“Don’t just yearn for justice. Pursue justice.”
– Eugene Cho
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But Ms. Slovak, what if we don’t really care about anyone? What if we have never experienced love?
Then you’d be me.
(via gabiiescobar:fff8e7)
“….have u been staying out of trouble?…..im remembering something...”
– Justin, with love from the Big Island
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Only when you're back in town
“My” sandwich, at 1101 our dorm cafe. Unfortunately it wasn’t as delish as it looks. Too dry, but I sure hope it doesn’t reflect my calibre.
There is something infinitely lonely about trains
Four Five things:
- I took the Link Light Rail to SeaTac yesterday morning. We sat facing her luggage, but I kept turning around to watch Seattle pass us by. It felt a different world from the Seattle I know and live in. I told Merve, “It’s like me living on the east side in Melbourne and only ever going to the West side less than ten times. Perhaps five?”
- She probably...
“You should sing this song when I’m...
