chinese flavours: L journey w s22

learning journey with s22....food and ethnicity, chinatown: includes a 7(?) course meal in a traditional hakka restaurant, a peek into a family run pastry shop where intimacy rolls out in more ways than one. the personal touch we taste in food. the sun basking on sweet breadcrumbs, bits still stuck on my flu-blown nose. our long march down sunny alleyways awashed in scents of tea-leaves, lychees, cold crabs, tendons, sea cucumbers and wildflowers. the street aromas waffing our assumptions. murking the meanings of being chinese. being one never became as delicious as today. food and identity. slurp...burp... time again to salivate.

p/s: special thanks to diana chua for leading our nose all the way...

reunion with the stars

my star wars legacy. capital ships embodying a partial self. now bequeathed to my cousin. i revisited them today, fingered the wings, turrents and landing pads- tie-fighters, bombers, interceptors, imperial star cruisers, x-wing, and the solo's millenium falcon...befuddled by the glory that lay before me. the cool and secret life of things.

more marvel

time off from marking and seasonal bloodbaths on those scripts. a different blood war thrives on these shelves. i could spend up to an hour re-arranging them. doc strange fights mysterio while sasquatch and thor work their best muscles and trash the sentinel to the core. bullseye and spidey meet again and unlikely tag teams in the form of capt A vs mr sinister while maestro meets his deformed humanity through the man-thing. other peak battles are coming to a store near u. stay tuned.

night study programme: when consultations become our consolation

i try to keep peace as a mass of information runs riot in my mind. concepts, constructs, jargons and paragraphs of expected knowledge and other ways of knowing are disassembled before me. my teacher does the finetuning. we students, the reorganising. a word is trimmed to perfection as a phrase is worded then mined. we chisel each sentence toward some argumentation, that perhaps technological progress may relieve but can never resolve poverty. i dunno how answering this question may make me a better human being but i need to push on and get my notes right. we feel a different kind of poverty tonight as the sun sets to an oncoming darkness. we gaze ahead and look to our newfound peace, a faint beacon hidden within our skies.

there is pride gained through intellectual achievement. but my heart is now tuned to waiting. for hot lumps of canteen croissants where i can munch with my pal and 'cher, squeeze our stupid cheeks and grab a needed pix for memory; simple us, delightiing. rediscovering the joy of being...that was in the morning...