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words, wide night: August 2005
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Words, wide night. Sunday, August 28, 2005. Deja vu, anyone? Some point late last year, around the same time, at almost exactly the same place, I was writing something virtually identical to this. I hope you'll read this when the power gets back, Ben. Take care of yourself. We'll see you over Thanksgiving. Posted by JP at 23:30. Thursday, August 25, 2005. I've always wanted to head back into Chinatown, to retrace the steps that had led us to that little cafe that evening. And in the oppressive heat, amid...
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words, wide night: March 2005
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Words, wide night. Friday, March 18, 2005. So I'm packing yet again, getting ready to leave for New York, on vacation, this time. Winter Quarter has come and gone. And Spring Quarter is almost here, unfortunately. I don't have a clear plan for New York - I'll probably grab a guide or something from the airport and find random things to do. Posted by JP at 18:35. Saturday, March 12, 2005. That's right. Nothing at all. It's about as edifying as watching spastic people in an insane asylum. Becau...Apart fro...
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words, wide night: February 2005
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Words, wide night. Tuesday, February 22, 2005. I’m on the phone, still in my school uniform, sitting on the old desk that used to span our room, back when Josh and I still shared a room, staring out the window into the darkness of the forest, and the night, and beyond, and I’m crying. I’m outside Suntec City, walking across the terraces, talking to Siew Wai about our play’s readiness for opening night, thinking about the upcoming week, and wishing everything would be fine. I’m in my bunk in BMTC School 2...
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words, wide night: May 2005
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Words, wide night. Tuesday, May 31, 2005. On one hand, you have 15 micrometers of skin cells, on the other a patient who has suffered from an incurable disease," he said Monday. "Maybe this 15 micrometers of skin cells can relieve and save the life of a human being next to me, someone who has suffered for 50 years or must suffer for 50 years. Of the two, which do you think is ethically reasonable to save? Dr Woo Suk Hwang, in an interview with The New York Times. Posted by JP at 15:30. Returning to Singa...
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words, wide night: January 2005
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Words, wide night. Sunday, January 23, 2005. I have a problem with institutionalized religion. This was not always the case. While I have never been particularly comfortable with certain tenets of the Christian faith, such as open evangelism, I used to take it, more or less, as a comfort, a unquestionable moral centre in my life. This, regrettably, has changed. God hasn’t given me a choice. Posted by JP at 17:07. Saturday, January 08, 2005. Memories of Somewhere Else. I have seen so much that is differen...
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words, wide night: July 2005
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Words, wide night. Sunday, July 17, 2005. Its just the whole fatigue that comes with the work day, the need to be up and about and in public, the need to be proper, and everything. The stiffness, I guess. And you knock off at 6 and you get home and its 7 or 8, and there really isn't much you can do - just dinner and sleep. And the next day awaits and the cycle repeats itself. It keeps you busy, I guess. Posted by JP at 01:38. Saturday, July 02, 2005. Pics from my holiday, and the last few days of school:.
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words, wide night: September 2004
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Words, wide night. Sunday, September 19, 2004. Leavin' on a jet plane. It has, actually, been a pretty good flight on the whole. Apart from the slight queasiness in my stomach and the very mild ache in my jaw from Friday's misadventure, I've been alright. Even managed to catch a few hours of sleep on the way. The writer finds her inspiration, ultimately, in a very strange and unexpected way. Posted by JP at 21:52. Thursday, September 16, 2004. He wishes for the cloths of heaven. Posted by JP at 04:09.
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words, wide night: December 2004
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Words, wide night. Thursday, December 30, 2004. He wishes for the cloths of heaven. Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,. Enwrought with golden and silver light,. The blue and the dim and the dark cloths. Of night and light and the half-light,. I would spread the cloths under your feet:. But I, being poor, have only my dreams;. I have spread my dreams under your feet;. Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams. Oh, and I'm back. =). Posted by JP at 01:07. Make your own badge here. Taking up the pen.
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words, wide night: Another Perfect Day
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Words, wide night. Friday, October 07, 2005. Have you ever seen such a perfect day? A perfect day - with not a cloud from horizon to horizon, the sky a sea of unending blue, the sun bright, yet not too warm. It's the second such day in memory, since I got back to Stanford. They don't make such days anywhere else on earth. I'll post pictures, if I remember to take them, after class. I'm going to a party at a museum tonight. Isn't that cool? Posted by JP at 04:04. Make your own badge here. In Other News #2.
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words, wide night: This just in:
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Words, wide night. Tuesday, May 02, 2006. Catholics get less retarded (well, maybe). Also: I'm not really going to update this blog anymore. It's moved here. Posted by JP at 12:20. This is a Flickr badge showing public photos from jonphua. Make your own badge here. View my complete profile. And i shall watch the ferry-boats / and they'll get high on a bluer ocean / against tomorrow's sky / and i will never grow so old again. Taking up the pen. A mind of winter. A little fall of rain.
