pidc stream of consciousness

life update(s), ongoing all days thesis work is going slower than usual x 18 (and 17) apr i was talking to some debate friends yesterday, and we were reminiscing about previous rounds and tournaments. my greatest frustration persists. someone shares an interesting story, i ask more about it……. then they inform me that i was,…

life’s overflowing

Love is happiness when your beloved is happy. There’s a twinkle in your eyes, it suffocates me — with warmth. You’re blushing. I’m blushing. I’m so incandescently happy for you. I’m also happy you exist. I have learned that you need not know someone to love them. But what I know of you I do…

Jari x 2015

Fifteen minutes to the new year. Time for a 2015 recap! People x Art x Travel x Advocacy x People This year, I learned that relationships don’t always have to be quick and intense, or (conversely) slow-burning and infrequent to be sustainable. I found my time occupied by new and old friends I somehow managed to not…

five-minute word vomit

i’ve been planning gifts this holiday season, and it was a revelation. i found that there were only 16 people i loved enough to spend for. the rest of my ‘close’ friends, and everyone else who fit into some other social niche i can’t explicitly label in this blog –given this blog’s audience– do not…

I’ll keep writing.

Poetry from last week. Late night inspirations: friends in love, moments with Mr. Phantom, social anxieties. In vague chronological order. i i stripped myself of all regrets and sterilized my life of guilt the world lacks the strength to hold me i am a ghost in my own city ii if you are a monster,…

a daily dose of nothing

Every couple of months, my personal life plunges into a state of economic crisis. I become entirely dependent on the state of my perpetually dwindling bank account, the goodwill of my generous friends, and the continued availability of my piggy bank funds. For one to two weeks I relearn life lessons on handling money the…

after the fact / a post-tournament reflection post

(this is a feels and self-motivational post lol) I’ve lost count of the number of debate tournaments I have joined since high school. I’ve similarly lost count of the number of debates I’ve won, lost, failed or succeeded at. And yet in the haziness of my finite memory, every debate tournament still leaves an impression….

south and east and going west

south and east and going west and yes, i don’t need to make any sense xxx I was reading Bukowski earlier and picked out some quotes, like I decide that the only definition of Truth (which changes) is that it is that thing or act or belief which the crowd rejects. which recalls some fond…