A Lark Ascending

Selections from the 120 line poem:

He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound,
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake.

For singing till his heaven fills,
‘Tis love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up,
Our valley is his golden cup
And he the wine which overflows
to lift us with him as he goes.

Till lost on his aerial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings.

-George Meredith (1828 - 1909)

Beautiful isn't it?

Miss Chinese Cosmos 2009

The results are in, she (my cousin) got third place! If you have no idea what I am talking about, see previous post or check out the pageant's official website Miss Chinese Cosmos 2009. It's suppose to be one of the biggest beauty pageants for women of Chinese ancestry with contestants hailing from China, North America, Europe, Southeast Asia, and the Middle East. I still can't believe that she got third. You, sister, are my hero.

Quote #2

"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."

-C.S Lewis

My [Our] Failing Memory

I can still remember the good ole' days, when I used to be able to rattle off people's phone numbers as smooth as butter.

I can still remember the good ole' days, when I didn't need a to-do list to keep track of what needs to be done.

I can still remember the good ole' days, when I can memorize everything for a test just by reading through my notes, once, without writing anything down.

Too bad those days are long gone. Now I can only know someone's phone number by going through my cellphone. Now I can't survive the day without consulting my daily agenda. Now I can't memorize anything without writing it down, even then I would have to read through it several times.

Is my mind deteriorating that rapidly? Or this is a case of Alzheimer's?

I remember talking to my mom a few months ago about her own memory problems. She is, of course, at an age where she can no longer remember things as accurately. I remember feeling extremely sympathetic for her as her memories are what constitute her life. If she loses her memory, then she loses her life. But what about me? Am I even at a point of life where my memories actually mean anything? I mean, after all, I have yet to experience any of the supposed life changing events. But I guess that is a good thing. If the stakes are low, then I have less to lose right?

2am one liner

Everyone grows up, even those who don't.