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SOTD: 我們的愛 // 月牙灣

By: jasmine February 11, 2018February 13, 2018
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When the old becomes the new – Jasmine’s favourite live covers of F.I.R.’s hit song.

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Picked up these two books recently, one a comprehensive survey on the histories, varieties and methods of Chinese tea, and the other a collection of essays by a Japanese tea practitioner. 😌 Trying to patiently walk toward my dreams can be difficult sometimes given my too-intense, all-in, slightly reckless-type personality. But as a tea-drinking poet, patience is a lifestyle habit I’ve been practicing for years... I’m at least intermediate level now, so I think I can keep steady this season haha 😆
Texture on the worn down roads of Penang // a colour study?
Dad asked me what my favourite part of our travels were and I told him my favourite place in the world was where I could stand with feet in the sand, warm waves hitting my ankles. The shoreline is a place of endless emotion for me, and as I let myself brown a shade, get bitten by mozzies, tromp around in flip flops and sweat between my boobs, I felt this deep-in-my-bones joy. I wonder if this exuberance translates at all in that far cold north where I currently live, and I wonder when I’ll be here again walking the latitudes of the equator, all the humid heat in my blood. I wonder what kind of artist I’d be here, I wonder why my poetry keeps coming back to circle these landscapes, joy and grief, love and longing. I wonder if this is obsession or homecoming. I wonder in waves and tidelines and although the grounds shift under my feet, joy is constant still.
LooseLeaf Magazine’s new virtual exhibition, 𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝗣𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲 — curated by @norqueque // produced by me — is now up and will be updated every Wednesday at 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗳𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗲.𝗰𝗮/𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹-𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲/! This exhibition features personal responses by Noor in lieu of artist or curator statements. This decision emerged out of our conversations on the way archive depersonalizes, objectifies, and erases. Read excerpts below and the full feature on our website! •• “I think it can be hard to reconcile all the pieces of ourselves, all our thoughts and actions, and our contradictions and our inactions, into one compact person in a way that’s easy to read...” This week’s artist is Paras Memon, bringing excerpts of her graphic novel, “Mango Season”. •• Excerpt from Noor’s curatorial response: “Even in these simple vignettes, when you are holding yourself in bed, the in-between space between yesterday and the potential of today, amidst the fear of misinterpretation and identity fracture lingers a forward-moving force that is presently unbeknownst to you and your reader: the flavour of mango season.”
On that beautiful day, a squinty-eyed snorkel lady 💁🏻‍♀️ saw sea urchins, swam with lots of fishies, waved at corals and crabs, and glimpsed a baby shark. For all those who are aware of my amphibian/fish phobias, know that I grew exponentially in character and panic control after accidentally ingesting too much seawater because I hyperventilated into my snorkel immediately upon trying to use it 🤣 However, after a few swallows and mental adjustments, I got along with the ocean swimmingly 🤦🏻‍♀️
Oh the things that wash up at our feet // beach shell colour study at Tanjung Rhu ❣️❣️
Found a crushed scorpion and flattened red centipedes as thick as my finger on the way back to our lodgings 🤪 It’s an ulu life, my friends.
Stumbled across the lovely little @formsocietyhk in Sham Shui Po the other day. Picked up two independent magazines and eyed some of their screenprint merch as well. 😌They were also hosting a kintsugi exhibition with some beautiful little bowls. My kinda jam through and through.
I declare a year of love letters to vegetation, starting with this beautiful Southern Magnolia 😌 . . . . . . . #plantsnap #plantsofinstagram #jaziimun ##instatravel #sanfran #california #漂流青年 #我的時代 #90年後

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second stop on january 1st morning with my dad: 선유도仙遊島공원 // a hangang river filtration plant which got transformed into a park with a beautiful walkway, an outdoor theatre and arts space, a cafe and others. apparently one of the best of modern korean architecture. - beginning thoughts: to restore, renovate, refurbish. a life; is that possible. or to steer your life into something exciting. something known but unknown, or the other way around. or to enlighten what seems so overused; or rather to believe that it is very much possible. - 하늘이 참 예쁘다.
my favourites from the exhibition by my favourite illustrator. within the collection of vibrant, jarring, playful stories, these two remained silent and waiting; calmly living. - 아직도 머리에서 맴 도는 두 그림. 밝고 강렬한 이야기들 속에 나란히 걸려있던 은은한 분위기의 두 그림. 조용히, 기다리며. 혹은 차분하게 살아가는.
on the first day of twenty eighteen, my dad sent me photos from his early morning adventure to gwacheon museum of contemporary art. - on the first day of twenty nineteen, i joined my dad on his second annual adventure to the museum. we took photos with statues that should not be touched & marvelled at the blanket of clouds glistening in the clear blue sky.
(2/2) 불안정은 어쩔 수 없이 나의 매일을 색칠한다. 나는 무엇을 하고 있는지. 나는 무엇을 하고 싶은지. 나는 어떻게 해야지 내가 꿈꾸는 삶을 꾸릴수 있는지. 나는 언제 완전 독립적인 삶을 살 수 있는지. 나는 언제...무엇을... - 스무 살 되면 길을 알 줄 알았지 어디로 가서 뭘 해야 할지 난 변함없이 여전히 빈털터리 Dear Cloud “21세기 히어로는 어디에” - two thousand and eighteen. a constant questioning of what i’m doing and what i want. colouring my everyday, sitting firmly at the back of everything i do. still, yet, still. most importantly, how to dream a dream like the dream i strongly dreamt.
(1/2) 나는 후회를 할 것을 알면서도 원했다. 짧은 기쁨이라도 느끼고 싶어 발버둥을 치며 한해를 시작했다. 내가 무슨 짓을 하는지 고민하며 따라갔다. 되돌아보면 후회는 없다. 저런 내가 있어서 지금 나는 더욱 소중하게 감싸주고 솔직한 사람이 되었으니깐. - two thousand and eighteen. i craved even though i knew i would be disappointed, but now looking back, i know i needed it to know what i really need. - 한해에 뭔가 많은 것을 느끼고 배우고 성장한거 같다.
그들은 참 멋있다. 11년동안 꾸준히 위로를 주고 7년동안 소극장 콘서트로 한해의 피로와 눈물을 감싸주는 그들은 너무나도 멋있었다. 나는 처음으로 콘서트에서 따뜻함을 느꼈다. // my first and their seventh small theatre concert. my first concert where warmth was felt. ☁️ dear cloud music that my high school self needed. and years later, i fell in love with them more and knew i still need it.
01. ending this year with this zine, a year of me starting to, trying to feel okay. i have decided to leave a permanent mark on my ankle, and to create the first of this project in dedication to her, or in dedication to how i have been because of her. - 도저히 마음에 가둬두기 힘들어 발버둥 치는 과정에 시작한 프로젝트다. 숨겨두고 묶어 놓은 감정들과 하고 싶은 말들을 위해서라도 이제 꾸준히 만들기로 약속했다.
01. 지금.ZINE i started this project because i was thirsty to create and to create for myself. and i knew whatever i created had to be bilingual. korean is how i connect with myself, searching ways in the absence of a proper education. english fills in those gaps, providing formality which i had no choice but to adopt. “엄마의 혀”라는 영어 단어는 참으로 불편하지만 어쩌다 나한테 제일 편하고 솔직한 언어로 되었다. - “지금 / jigeum” = “now, current”. i am committing myself to create a zine every two months or so, on whatever topic i wish to obsess about, each focusing on the present moment. - hence, the weather you hold will change.
01. “오늘 당신의 날씨는 어떤가요?” 5월에 @daelimmuseum에서 열린 전시회 이름이다. 나는 이 전시회를 알게 된 순간 아티스트들과 작품들은 커녕 전시회 제목에 꽂혔다. 나는 아직도 머리에 저 질문이 계속 맴돈다. “오늘 나의 날씨는 어떤가?” - this zine is an inquiry into my weather. weather as a way to check in with how i am, how i feel, and how i was. weather as a way to honour my current state while recognizing its roots beyond my control. ... weather begins this project because i am starting to hold the weight with steady hands.
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