All posts tagged: musings

Record: 雨天裡的茶

Alex and I went out for a hop-around-try-things kinda day last week. It was one of those days where the rain was on and off, going from sunny to pouring and vice versa in the span of 10 seconds throughout the day. Started the day with a cup of 絲襪奶茶, which is old school classic, HK-style milk tea. We popped into Lan Fong Yuen  (pretty famous, lots of celebrity shots stuck onto their walls) while heading through SoHo and it was the perfect kind of dingy for me. There’s HK charm about the raised sitting stools, cluttered laminate papers, and a dangerous proximity to the street on which cars are passing by which makes these places so damn lovable. I didn’t know Alex would order me a hot tea (the weather was 30degrees) but it meant we got the full flavour of HK’s tea style. It was definitely a nostalgic cup to have, full of high school memories and lunch breaks. By contrast, I dropped into an artisan tea boutique in PMQ to look at their beautiful clay …

In a Good Way 我的自由年代

最近過的有點喘。 當左手握著一堆必須做的事情,右手捧著我慢慢熬著的想法,腦袋就會散散的。 What do you do when both hands are full? 最近在想我要用我的手做什麼事情?我要製造什麼樣的東西?我想留住的是什麼? Lately I’ve been looking back at how long it took me to get here, and the words I’ve had to write and rewrite to come into the comfort of saying. What does it mean to be able to say what I say now? What does it mean to be able to do what I do now? To some I’m at the beginning of a journey. To others I’m at the end of another. I have been struggling with the need to explain. 之所以能到這個地方,我捨棄了到少個我,抗拒了多少個懦弱,反省了幾次? There have been many moments lately where in a conversation with a new friend (and lately the new friends keep coming!) I’ve felt a growing sense of familiarity and relief: oh, there is understanding, a kind of comfort. The energy I find in these moments is brand new, unprecedented. Excitement like a sunflower finding itself in a field of heads all looking for the same thing, all nodding to some quiet love whisper. It reminds me of a lonely and …

The 3/4 MA Question

flumpool 大切なものは君以外に見当たらなくて Time just slips by, and I find myself already having to colour in yet another quarter of my MA pie chart. This semester has been gloriously everything I wanted it to be. Professors are great, classes are small, readings are rigorous, conversations are generally insightful and engaging. It is baffling how much I can keep learning about myself (some narcissistic qualities must enable this process) through my learning. Mostly, I’ve discovered that I am terrible at asking questions. I have always been insatiably curious. I have just come to realize I don’t express that curiosity via questions. Whether this is good or bad is still something I have yet to decide, but from an academic perspective, I have judged it to be a weakness. I discovered this from trying to figure out why I was so attracted to some of my classmates’ ability to unapologetically, and shamelessly express what they thought something meant, and then through a series of questions ask for more guidance, suss out their own thoughts, or feel for other perspectives. I admire this …

Reflections on “1/4 an MA”

It’s been a hectic one and a half months, classes with endless readings, presentations and papers, new jobs and new friends. Recently I overheard classmates discussing how after this week we’d be “1/4 of an MA”, a phrase which greatly piqued my interest. Does one slowly acquire MA status over temporal length? Does one hit the end of semester and say, I am half of my to-be-acquired degree? What exactly is happening these next 8 months that makes me an MA?? To be honest I have no idea. I have discovered, however, a lot more about myself: my preferences, opinions, capacity and frame of mind. I guess as a celebratory nod at this 1/4 milestone I have apparently passed, here’s a catalogue of my evolving thought processes. On Accents My favourite class this semester is an interdisciplinary course on Diasporic and Transnational Research Methods. The class is full of large personalities, academic passion, and very intelligent human beings who are on the road to Masters or PhD qualifications. My favourite thing about this class, though, …

Record: On How Absence Is

I often think about why certain landscapes speak to me, follow my flows of feeling, thought and body to suss out a specific intersection of points that triggered such a reaction. These exist in my memory as affective moments, strong enough to move me to unwrap Estella from her pouch and look for a means of transcription, representation, and reconstruction. This set of instax snaps is also from my Taiwan 2014 trip, and these 4 images are very close to my heart. There is a strange sense of doubling in every photo, the presence of a something not quite there … which is to say, the photograph is the absence of  bodily experience within the landscape itself. How interesting that this visceral connect within and between my self and the environment is captured best when I have disappeared from the image altogether. Fog lowering like a cold, heavy curtain into the bamboo on top of 阿里山, in a mountain village. I have always loved rain, but this time the rain couldn’t fall on me; I was …