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”When I wake up, I have to remember all over again that my dreams are not real and that reality is not a dream.
Thanks for the Memories, Cecelia Ahern.
THIS. is what I always think and feel.
(Source: quote-book)
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So I was wondering why I was hearing “Open Arms” playing at many shops when I walked around, especially last month. Then I somehow found the singers whose version I had been hearing, on Youtube. Turns out they are the new winners of the just past Superstar K3 (previous winner was Huh Gak, whom I’m also love) - Ulala Session 울랄라세션.
This group is just amazing. You don’t even need to know their back story to admire them (though if you do, it piles on even more). My favourite performance of theirs, which I also think is the best, is their cover of “Western Sky” (서쪽하늘) by Lee Seung Chul. Be ready to be blown away.
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One gem I found from one of my classes here that renewed my love for language and the power of words. The novel, “Love” by Toni Morrison was an interesting read, provoking much analysis and thought while carrying me through with the seamless flow. I kept on reading because I wanted to, and at the same time I was so afraid to lose any detail in the words on the page. That made me go back many times after I had finished it (well, partly for class) to ponder on how this author strung the words together, how the details went into the plot, the overreaching arc and theme.
I’ve never watched interviews with book authors before, but I thought this was a good one - which made me understand more about the novel I’ve read and also the values and beliefs held by its crafter.
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”Time is an anomaly. The minutes slide grudgingly but the years fly by. They fly by and their gifts are removed, away from sight, till a long way along life’s path they are unveiled in the very bosom of the present.
A Difference of Background - Nurul Kabir
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힘들다
I lie in the dark
Listening to the whirring of my mind
Set against the sounds of rain
To aid me into sleep.
I look at the dark
From behind my eyelids
Ignoring the swirls of reality
Threatening to collapse around me.
I block them out
But they hold my heart now In a vice-like grip.
I feel the cold inside me
But I must not submit
I need to smile and be happy
Else this consumes me
And spits me out whole.
Lying in the dark
Listening only to rain
Fading into nothing.
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In class
Ever since I started the Asian-American literature course this semester, I’ve been constantly pushed to think of experiences and emotions I’d never had the occasion to think of. As I go through the readings - memoir, poetry, fiction, I find myself marvelling once again at the power of words and what they convey.
The mother was crying now, without shame and alone in her grief that knew no end. And in her bottomless grief that made no distinction as to what was wrong and what was right and who was Japanese and who was not, there was no awareness of the other mother with a living son who had come to say to her you are with shame and grief because you were not Japanese and thereby killed your son but mine is big and strong and full of life because I did not weaken and would not let my son destroy himself uselessly and treacherously.
- From No-No Boy, John Okada
