What happens when...

...you fall?

Yes, I fell hard on my arse right across from Little Italy. For the entire day, I was walking safely in puddles, on snow etc..but NOT ON ICE. arrrggggghhhh...So happen today is St. Patrick day, everyone was drunk, so, people falling down on ice, is actually quite common..but, the thing is, I did not even have a single drop of alcohol in my system!arrrrggghhhh..

...you fall, and the people with you are musicians?
In my case, I was out with Lionel and Livia, both musicians.
Lionel who was walking ahead with Livia turn over and said:
WOw, that was pretty LOUD!
Livia: ah..your mike's pastry!

The only non-musician in the group, Ms. HanBoonLi (biotech major in Buffalo):
Are you OKAY?
*Burst out laughing after that*

Pretty much, the whole scene was filled with laughter. No, i did not cry even though it hurt like hell. A fall per icy season, unavoidable!!!

When the eye meets bostonians

I have finally acquire the layering photoshopping skills!*beam with joy*

Fear

This week, our special education class focuses on the DEAF. Deaf with a capital D refers to a culture who have a certain level of hearing loss and uses signing. I’m afraid of losing my hearing some day. Yesterday, while I was surfing the internet, this tone kept ringing in my ears. At that moment, I know, some of my ear hair cells just died. I know it happens all the time. However, yesterday was the longest ring that I have ever experienced. I fear for being a part of the culture someday. I am such a hypocrite. Here I am telling how much I respect the Deaf, and back to reality, I am actually afraid of being a part of them.

Tonight, I went for a fund-raising concert for this group of music therapist students who will be going to Africa in the summer to do music with the orphans. As I was watching the video of previous tours, my heart cries out for all these kids abandoned by their parents. I want to be there for them, to do music with them. On the other hand, am I capable? I am so sheltered.

I thought I was cool with the transvestite population, reality check, I am not. The other day, when I went to pick up my boots, I met one. I can’t stop looking at him/her. Checking out what he/she was wearing, what kind of shoes, the hair, the body, the voice.. The feeling was really weird. I thought I would just walk pass one without saying or feeling anything, but every time I do meet one, I can’t stop looking, or talking about it. I feel really awful.

I am afraid that believes that I thought I believe is not my true believes.

Under these Umbrellas

It is Friday, March the 2nd, 2007.
Weather: Gloomy
It has been pouring continuously for the entire day,
and I have been walking from one place to another under my black umbrella.
I used to have a cute polka dot umbrella,
But it broke because the wind was too strong, that it could no longer stand.
With the umbrella above me, rather, covering me, I could not really see any faces, just the lower part of bodies.
When I finally got closer, I took a glance of the stranger’s face,
And then continue on with my journey.
I wonder who will be the next person that I will meet,
Under these umbrellas.