Remembering l’Orangerie

**More drabble from the anthropology class. Professor asked us to visit a virtual museum. So I did. In memory. Musee du Louvre is by far the most popular museum in Paris. Museum-lovers, myself included would fly to Paris for the sole purpose of visiting the Louvre. Much of what we study in art history is … Continue reading Remembering l’Orangerie

Surviving a Pandemic

**Drabble I wrote for a penalty graduate class in anthropology last year. I haven't posted here in a very long time, maybe I'll write about it, maybe I won't. But life changes. How do we survive a pandemic? I do not really have an answer for that, I only have a story of my own … Continue reading Surviving a Pandemic

A good night, listening to The Smiths

Tonight, I wrote a long entry in my journal. My first since the Faculty Center Fire of April 1, when I lost most of my books and catalogs and objects that I cherish. I also watched the finale episode of Gilmore Girls. I missed the before, as life got in the way. I am sitting … Continue reading A good night, listening to The Smiths

Day 20, Beyond Productivity

I signed up to Writing 101 with a vision that I would complete every assignment thrown my way. It worked out that way the first two weeks but life seem to catch on the last two weeks and I ended up completing 3/4 of the writing assignments. I want to go back and complete everything. … Continue reading Day 20, Beyond Productivity

Day 12, Hadron Super Collider Theorem

Sometimes, we just end up watching too much Big Bang Theory. Portia: When we go to Switzerland, can we go and see the Hadron Super Collider? Ian: Why not? Though I don’t know what I’m going to do with it. P: I said see it not play with it. Pause. P: Can I put you … Continue reading Day 12, Hadron Super Collider Theorem

Day 11, Home

I wake up with the sun in my eyes. My window with pink lace curtains greet me good morning. I stretched, taking in my cotton candy pink room in. It’s a sunny day. I hug my beautiful tiger stuffed toy to start the day. I say hello to the ladies of the court, a.k.a., my … Continue reading Day 11, Home

Day 10, Ice Cream

“I want ice cream,” I said, on a warm summer day. “I won’t stop you,” said Ian. I cream is happiness in a cup. It’s a simple as that. As a child, I would get excited when the ice cream trolley would pass by. They have a distinctive bell followed by, “Ice cream! Ice cream!” … Continue reading Day 10, Ice Cream

Day 9, Red sweater and a dream of spring

“There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables, now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of revolution. Here it was they lit the flame. Here they sang about tomorrow, and tomorrow never came.” A man and a woman walk through the … Continue reading Day 9, Red sweater and a dream of spring

Day 8, Observing a café and death to adverbs (not quite) She stepped inside, uncertain. That café has caught her eye in the past week, but it was too rushed, too quick. Now, she’s alone, with no appointments to fulfil. There were people ordering their morning coffee, and she stood for a moment, observing. The price was listed, and though most of the menu is … Continue reading Day 8, Observing a café and death to adverbs (not quite)