KNS...

 

KNS recruitment video shot while we were training in September. Summer is a friend I met who I now take chinese lessons with and Sarah is a friend who works at the same school as Emily and I. Jana is the wonderful teacher I took over for!

<3

today in a nut shell:


woke up from a good dream mid night to the craziest storm EVER outside. couldnt even see outside my window. fell back asleep.


woke up to the rain. managed to get out of bed and scooter in my extremely fashionable poncho to yoga. couldnt hear the instructor because the storm was so loud. doesnt matter. she speaks chinese anyway.


went to school. it rained ALL day. it is still raining. its sort of insane..


maybe a typhoon is coming?


was thinking..rainy days should be universal days off. everyone should be allowed, encouraged to stay home and read books and drink tea. or wine. whatever youre feeling. 


embrace the raaaain

ps. teaching one of my classes about 'adjectives' today so i got them to come up with words to describe me...:

• nice
• beautiful
• fat.

true story.

Betty and a bird

today is the day

PAY DAY!

today is the first day of the rest of my year in taiwan.

=)

for you

for making me so deliriously, easily, light and happy tonight. and for doing so for as long as i can remember whether beside me or not.

 

"she's been pissed since noon."

late night monday / earliest morning tuesday

cant sleep even though i want to, 

so listening to slam poetry n making a list of books to read this year.

just heard this noteworthy piece of advice:

"never stop writing naked poetry to nobody"

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

the night market.

Colors.Canopies.Food.Fresh Juice.Lights.Incense.Bartering.Shoes.Scarves.Tarot Card Readings.Bags.Dresses.Glasses.More bags.Perfume.Books.Art.Jewellery...

sensory overload.

<3

take me back

it makes me giddy.

happy girls