August 31, 2011

I and Me--Poem

I and Me

I'm a Feminist,

but I keep an XO elbow-purse

with a magnetic clasp

and a hidden pocket for

extra-personal items

because Aunt Jill gave it to me

for Christmas last year.

I'm an antimaterialist,

even though I save up coins in a

used vitamin water bottle

not because I like counting them

but to defy my spendthrift nature

to defy something others say

is uncontrollable.

I'm afraid of heights,

even when my cat Momo

gets chased up a tree

by the neighbor's yapping—chihuahua

and I have to climb looking up

hands shaking going down

with myeowling claws digging in.

I'm a young adult,

especially to my mom

but not in school because

we need to act adult to be “prolific”

and not with our friends because

we need to act younger

to be “cool.”

I am the only me here,

who can think what I think

before I think anything

because me and I are the same

except when me is the object

and I decide to change me—for a moment

to defy what is said to be


January 10, 2011

Going the Distance

Side Note: A lot had been happening to me, but long story short--I'm in Japan.

Traveling to distant lands always has its dangers... Hijackers (thanks to Taken), shootings/bombings/terrorist attacks (thanks to The Tourist), and not being able to get back (thanks to MegaTokyo). It's crazy how life seems to be just another movie... That college just seems to be another bad rerun of high school, except people have more money to do crazier shit.

I've had this feeling, longing, actually, for something. Something more than this mundane re-occuring nightmare. I thought that if I came to Japan, amongst people who were interested in Japanese life as much as me, then it would be totally AWESOME!'s not. Instead it's totally lame. I like doing homework, but...there is a point. I also like drinking...but there's a point. U.U I need to get a homestay!!!

I don't know why I'm blogging on my lit blog about this, I have my own travel blog ( But, I hope to make this longing feeling into inspiration for a story, but I'm still observing here. Until I find my groove, I am too unbalanced to write a story. I can't seem to focus. This culture shock has pulled the rug from under my feet, see? I'm even being cliche in describing it, I have no literary edge anymore. ARGH! One day I will start creating something from this chaos I'm in. Right now, my roommate is dying her hair in our room... So I'm stuck outside in the lobby...

Thanks for reading, again. Until next time... I might not write something creative for a while. Ta ta!