Who are you? When I was a child, my answer to this question would be aspirational, traits I wanted to be associated with by other people. I am smart. What is smartness but a metric contingent upon a person’s social and cultural capital? I am hardworking. I am not always hardworking. I procrastinate endlessly when I am anxious. I don’t work hard when I don’t see the point in a particular activity, such as assignments....
An ongoing collection of gnomic neologisms, lilting phrases and word combinations from my readings that, when spoken, just roll off the tongue and fall together — like elusive puzzle pieces, to illustrate complexities that I previously believed I had no language for. Use Control+F or Command+F to find a particular phrase or word. Words moribund: In a dying state; dying; at the point of death. 1 motley: Consisting of many different types, parts, or colors that do not seem to belong together....
My morning classes begin at 8:30 AM. To reach on time by bus, where I actually have a chance to get a seat, I have to wake up at 6:00 AM because the frequency on my route is low and erratic—a bus every 30 minutes on a good day. However, I often miss the one scheduled to reach my stop at around 7:20 AM, leaving me no choice but to catch the overcrowded buses....
Welcome to my blog! I hope to talk about culture, poetry, art, cinema, social science, mental health, observations and transformative justice. This blog is a writing exercise for me to have a dialogue with myself, slowly.