Category: Creative Meanderings
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New Pottery Items
I think it’s been a while since I have updated on my pottery activities. So here are my latest creations – [shashin type=”photo” id=”4938,4940,4939,4941,4942,4944,4945,4947,4946,4948,4950,4949,4951,4953,4952″ size=”small” columns=”max” order=”user” position=”center”]
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On Being Asian
Just because I am Asian On the outside doesn’t mean I am on the inside. Just because I am Asian On the outside doesn’t mean I want you to be my sugar daddy. Just because I am Asian On the outside doesn’t mean I understand when you practice Ni hao, Konnichiwa or Annyeong haseyo. Just…
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Brain drain or brain break?
In an email that I received last week, the writer made a comment about how she thinks Facebook and other such media affect people’s patience and ability to write or think. It made me think about the amount of time I spend on the computer and watching TV rather than reading or writing like I…
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October Blues – poems
These are a couple of poems I wrote for the Emirates Literary Group Abu Dhabi that I went to last month, but am skipping this month as I’m totally wiped out today…. They don’t have titles at the moment other than “October Blues”. If you are always right And I am always wrong, Then…
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Crafty
As I continue finding areas of my blog that need more posts, I also see that I will have to start keeping up with my craft projects as well. Over the years I have done a number of projects and tried to take pics, but somewhere along the line I stopped posting them…. That is…
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Pottery
It just came to my realization that I have not made a single posting about my pottery hobby on this blog. It seems hardly possible considering how much of my life is spent on pottery and what it means to me to be able to do it regularly here in Abu Dhabi. I first started…
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How Can It Be?
I try to understand I try to empathize I try to rationalize Yet, my words get twisted Yet, my voice gets lost Yet, my heart gets pain How can it be – This change? This stranger? This feeling of loss? The more I try, the less I sleep The more I think, the less I…
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Belonging
To whom do I belong? a biological mother who abandoned me families that denied me men who took advantage of my body a woman who scarred my mental and emotional states To what place do I belong? one that sent me away one that lost me in their system one that is blind to diversity…
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Today
Like a Choose Your Own Adventure story Every day has numerous possibilities. Sadly, we cannot bookmark a page in life And must make choices Without being able to go back to said point When we find we’ve come to a gruesome end. Instead, we must bravely and confidently choose our path Some with great cynical…
