Dalida was an Egyptian artist who sang in like ten languages, including French (I think her big break came in France). I was introduced to her by my AP French teacher. She told us, “Mais elle est morte, c’est tragique.” Over the summer I listened to Paroles, paroles, but it wasn’t until coming to Berkeley that […]
I don’t know who I am But I’ve a vague idea Don’t know who you truly are But I can estimate. And I think we’ll get along lovely If you’ll allow us to. And I really have not a clue if we’ll crash and burn But I feel it’s worth a try.
The sidewalk people tote their treasures wherever they go Looking for food scraps to eat Coffee cups to ask with Plastic bottles for a refund at the recycling station Once these men and women may have been soldiers students waiters shopkeepers Once they had more than a trash bag of treasure Some people forget their loneliness with riches […]
I’ll look back one day and understand how my story worked out and the plot twists and climaxes, but it feels weird that right now I’m writing it on the fly.
Pictures taken since the beginning of college (; It’s been only 2.5 months but oh how much I love it here. Sorry for questionable photo-editing. A huge thank you to all the lovely people in my photos, friend or stranger, for letting me document your beautiful humanness. <3, jeralie.
It’s fall again–how things have changed, I’ve tried every noodle flavor, room 3-4-1 is my new home, my wall is full of butterflies. Now rice is a delicacy. Edma wrestles in bed across, the pages turn in War and Peace, and I, I’m falling once again in love. ___________ Math discussion ended early today, and I had a […]
College is freedom in its own special way. I’m allowed to decorate my room like this (work in progress): I’m also allowed to go any store at any time and hang out with friends when I want and I can fall in love with whoever I want. More on that later. I have a midterm […]
In theory I know well the rules But I forget them every time. I should know to feint, to parry, Since I have played before. And still It all feels like a new ordeal That echoes of a distant past, A past from which the scars remain yet from which the memories dull.
Pretend this post was yesterday’s! I made this decision out of impulse (again) and I probably should be doing something productive. But it’s ok, because NaBloPoMo 2013 was a wonderful experience, and we’ll see how I’ve progressed in the last 2 years. Yesterday we got rain in Berkeley and here’s a picture I took: The […]