New Discovery in Social Media

A couple of weeks ago, I discovered this social media expert/blogger named Jeremy Goldkorn. He comes from South Africa, and has been living in China for 15 years. What's interesting about him is that he keeps track on the new changes in Chinese social media, which is now the source for reliable information (since the official media is never made for information). His company, Danwei, makes TV shows and reports about almost everything.


Besides being entertaining, his existence is also really inspiring for me to see how powerful internet has become nowadays. I know it's such a cliché to say, but for me, whose facebook youtube and tweeter are blocked at home, this discovery is such a victory. Through Danwei, I became aware of so many recent social issues that's never covered by normal television stations, as well as good writers and artists. The ones I found amazing are the interviews Goldkorn did with the outspoken and anti-wave bloggers. For the first time I feel like "you know, I live in 21st century as well".

Sometimes I'll ponder within my head, what the hell is going to change China and "make it a land of free speech" and blah blah blah, and the answer is always pessimistic. Education? Coup d'etat? International pressure?...Well, how about internet then? However, living in a remote lifestyle at Wellesley gives this pondering session an end, since technology is just out of question. It is true, a jump from "we need to be colonized for 300 years" to "let's look at internet" is kinda hard to be accepted. Anyways, Danwei TV is wonderful.

Like A Phoenix

Al though I am young,
easily prone to fear and loneliness,
I am always hopeful,
of life and future.

Day by day, season by season,
my innocence sheds away like autumn leaves,
And life finally reveal its dark faces,
faces that scars me with coldness.

I do not like the scars,
but I remind myself,
they have helped me to grow,
they have made me stronger.

Each time I falter as I walk,
I experience fear and I experience doubt.
As painful as it is,
I rise from each journey, still hopeful.

Like a Phoenix that grows after it dies,
I will grow back,
No matter how difficult living is,
I will not give up.

Lightness, and Time

          Last Saturday I got a tattoo on my upper back. It's a graph by the British artist Banksy, a girl holding balloons. I was inspired by Milan Kundera's book the unbearable lightness of being. The background of the book is Communist period Czech and the main character, doctor Thomas, believes that life is short and light, and love and sex are separate. I feel my life is becoming lighter, well, not in a sexual way, but it is definitely a new phase of life that I am not able to judge right now.

          When I was watching its movie version the other day to get back my memory, one scene stroke me very strongly. It is this man who has moved to Switzerland and giving a speech about how democracy is important is important for his home country Czech. Thomas' lover asked him "if you really want to save the country, then why did you immigrate".

         

                                                         

 'what happens but once

       might as well not have happened at all

If we have only one life to live

we might as well not have lived at all'

Today I was doing tutoring with my Mission Hills kid Kayla.She was one of the only ones who was doing their homework,while other kids were talking really loud and being wild. She was really angry because she had to accept all the punishments because others  were not behaving well. When looking at her face and her anger, I suddenly thought of this lecture back in high school when Mr. Davis was talking about World Government. Many people were not showing any interest, and some just walked out. I had a really long face, and moved to the front row to show that I still want to listen.  Anyways, I love my kid Kayla, she is the best.

 I remember it is written in a book that all people who go to America are escaping from their past. This is true, because I am escaping, or more accurately, I chose to leave.  When I listen to 6.4 activists, I will still cry like a baby. I totally understand how much a decision it is for my parents, and how much they are not talking to me. They want me to have a light life basically. But at the same time, I always feel caught between responsibility and personal pursuit.

"当你不能够再拥有，你唯一可以做的，就是令自己不要忘记". 

when you can't own something anymore, they only thing you can do is not to forget about it.

"每个人都会经过这个阶段,见到一座山，就想知道山后面是什么。我很想告诉他,可能翻过山后面,你会发现没什么特别。回望之下,可能会觉得这一边更好。但我知道他不会听,以他的性格,自己不走过又怎会甘心？"

Everyone will experience this period, when see a mountain, wants to know what is behind it. I really want to tell him, maybe behind the mountain you will find nothing special. When you look back, maybe the older side is better. But I know he won't listen, how can he stop before going by himself?

- 东邪西毒 Ashes of Time

 

Eloquence of Jhumpa Lahiri

When I read a book, I like to know how the author looks like. Yes, looks can be deceptive. But sometimes, if the photo is good, it captures a part of the person. As you start reading the book, that part of the person comes alive. In my mind, I build my own person, I build the writer.

Writing is extremely personal. It is a reflection, both loudly and subtly of the deep thoughts within an individual. Writings bring them out so even if I have only read fictions from one author, I feel that I know this person. I know some part of the person through a friend, through a cousin, through a face I noticed on the street.

I love Jhumpa Lahiri as a writer, and possibly as the person in my mind. I love her originality. If writing is food, hers is the organic one. There are no fertilizers in it. There are no embellishments. Its simple. Its powerful. Combining her writing to her face, oh my, it creates a most seducing image. Lahiri's eyes are deep. She seems like the kind of person I would want to spend time with. Someone who has thoughts unique and beautiful.

Her books gives me companionship. She gives words to my deepest thoughts, some of which I feel with pain. When I see her writing about the experience I have undergone myself, I feel close to her. This loneliness she describes, so exquisitely, this feeling of not belonging, of being in a new country, of being a foreigner, Lahiri shares my pain.

Her prose is so dignified yet intimate. It impresses deep within me. So to those who have not read her yet, she has three books to her name:
A. Interpreter of Maladies

B. The Namesake
C. Unaccustomed Earth

Let me end with the final line from her story, " The Third and Final Continent":

" Whenever he is discouraged, I tell him that if I can survive on three continents, then there is no obstacle he cannot conquer. While the astronauts, heroes forever, spent mere hours on the moon, I have remained in this new world for nearly 30 years. I know that my achievement is quite ordinary. I am not the only man to seek his fortune far from home, and certainly I am not the first. Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination". 


Now, thats what I call WRITING. 

Quizas, Quizas, Quizas

Siempre que te pregunto
Que, cuándo, cómo y dónde
Tú siempre me respondes
Quizás, quizás, quizás

Y así pasan los días
Y yo, desesperando
Y tú, tú contestando
Quizás, quizás, quizás

Estás perdiendo el tiempo
Pensando, pensando
Por lo que más tú quieras
¿Hasta cuándo? ¿Hasta cuándo?

Y así pasan los días
Y yo, desesperando
Y tú, tú contestando
Quizás, quizás, quizás

Estás perdiendo el tiempo
Pensando, pensando
Por lo que más tú quieras
¿Hasta cuándo? ¿Hasta cuándo?

Y así pasan los días
Y yo, desesperando
Y tú, tú contestando
Quizás, quizás, quizás

Osvaldo Farrés

                                                                       

Crazy

                                                                      

This madness is infectious,
all kinds of it, mixed up in a huge jug,
pouring out of the edge.

Bubbles are coming out,
not beautiful as in common sense,
but more like a joke told by kids.

A house made of iron and painted all black,with no windows and not much air,
people are becoming mad.

People are becoming mad,
Mad is becoming people,
not mad, not people.


"People are becoming mad..."
"Quoi?"


                                                               
                                                                        

Religion, Idendity, and So On...

         After the internship with Initiatives of Change Switzerland, two questions I was asked quite often have been stuck in my mind: "What kind of prayer do you do?" and "Why do you sound so American?".

          Spirituality, spirituality. Such a vague word to explore and explain. Being raised in a non-religious country, it is sometimes really hard for me to feel it, or to think of it. To search in my memory, the only pieces I can find are a few visits to temples with the attitude of boredom, and some books written in a language that is too old for me to bother.

          Mao thought the only way for a new China to beat the old China (that covers so many images of inhumanity and backwardness) was to completely separate the two. And there goes the Cultural Revolution. Now, the gap, the vacuum, is filled of people like me. We are the lucky ones; or we are just a bunch of lost souls.

           Looking back to our history, I see a blurred and twisted culture so far from me that is rarely possible to be found back. All the books I read that criticize the past to an extreme extent, the whole negative thing about current government and politics, and the radical prejudice of my family, make it such a painful process too.

Not finished. To Be Continued...

A Good Tibetan Girl-Imitation of Jamica Kincaid's Girl

Note: Guiding a younger sister who is living abroad on ABC of studying in a Tibetan boarding school with some hyperbole -)

Wake up early before the sunrise and take a shower; that way, you don't have to fight for a bathroom when it gets crowded; wake up early before the sunrise and gently call your roommates, so that they wont judge you for being unhelpful and jealous; don’t sing loud when you are taking shower; the walls are thin and you will get scolding’s from your houseparent; don't sing loud when you are in the corridor; you will wake the housemates up; don't forget to take your toiletries back to your room from the bathroom;brush your teeth every day and brush it carefully; put on a big smile for everyone; this way, people will think you are a good Tibetan girl.

 On Mondays, go for exercise; make sure you are always wearing shoes because you cannot run wearing slippers; don't tie your shoelaces this way because it will come off easily and you will fall; tie your shoelaces that way so that you can run as much as you want; always go to morning exercises; don't bunk it by sleeping because if you get caught, you will be punished; don’t play rough games in such ways that will make other people stare at you; you are a girl, act like one; This way, people will think you are a good Tibetan girl.

Is it true what Amala says?; are you not speaking in Tibetan with her?; you mustn’t forget your own language even when you are living abroad; you must speak Tibetan so that when you come here, you will get friends.

Always go to breakfast on time; do not talk when you are eating; this is called bad manner; this is how you eat tingmo; this is how you eat tingmo with jam on it; this is how you eat tingmo with butter on it; you must not keep your food to yourself, not even when you have very little; share it with others so that people will think you are a good Tibetan girl.

This is how you wash your plates after you eat; this is how you clean the dining room; this is how you sweep the floors; this is how you mop the floors so that when the house parent comes to inspect, there will not be stains; this is how you clean your room so that there will be no cobwebs, no dirty tables, no undone beds and unclean windows; make sure all your books are with you so that it doesn't interrupt your classroom studies; make sure you get to the classroom on time so that the prefects wont let you run around the school ground once, twice, thrice, ….This way, people will think you are a good Tibetan girl.

This is how you fold your hands for prayer; this is how you do your homework;

this is how you talk to your classmates who are boys; this is how the boys in class will talk to you; this is how you talk to students senior to you so that they know you

are junior to them; this is how you talk to students junior to you so that they know you are senior to them.

In class, make sure you do not eat; make sure you do not sleep so that the next thing you know is a slap on your face; always listen to your teacher even if it is boring, that way, you will get an A on attentiveness; always write notes even if you don't want to, that way, you will get an A on sincerity; you mustn’t ask too many questions because this will not get you an A on participation, this will get you a remark for being talkative.

I think I scared you. Don't worry too much. I know there is a good Tibetan girl in you and she will eventually come out.

Intellectual-ization of Tibetan Protest

Look at any great freedom movements in the history of the world,

At first, you might be moved, inspired by the patroitism and sacrifice the martyrs made for what they believe to be a larger cause.

But stay there. Linger. Think. Observe.

You might get surprised by the rationale, the strategy and the mind game that goes behind many of these successful protests. One thing for sure, there are definitely more than shouting and slogans. Some one, some where, in a room has thought through this.

Someone has thought through the science of protesting this way. What will be gain out of this? What will be lose through this? Will this be effective? How will it help us achieve our goals?

Take for example Gandhi. Everyone knows him. Atleast in India, everyone knows and idolises Gandhi. His salt march, popularly known as Dandi March was not simply an act of walking to the sea to make salt. As much as it is a direct political action, it stands out for the strong symbolism and shrewd strategy. It ticked because Gandhi or someone behind him has found out the secret to make this work.

This might look easy. Taking a walk. Let me stop you right there.


Simplicity cannot be compressively translated to easiness. 

Someone has learned the science of locations, the people, the timing in history, a sense of the political climate, right publicity and what not.

Great Movements do not happen by accident.

Therefore, I knew, the Tibetan movement will not be a great movement. I do not go to the protests when I do not even know my own history well. When I do not see the point in shouting at a small town when there are other things we need to work at. Besides, shouting isnt exactly my forte. Thinking through everything is.

For the longest time in history, the Tibetan movement was starved by lack of original ideas. Lack of thinking. Many protests were carried out with shouts, cries, flags and surprised on lookers. I do not doubt their love for the nation. I respect them for what they have done.

BUT. The but always comes. Doesnt it?

But we must ask ourselves some uncomfortable questions so that we get honest answers. Its time to face the truth.

The truth to know one's own shortcomings. The truth that there was no intellect behind the movements. There was only hot blood, no cold thinking.

So to change this depressing mood, let me give you a good news. And the good news looks something like this.

Just when I felt like giving up, I saw SFT. The students for free Tibet movement is unique from others. There are strategic. They plan. They prepare. And They attack. Well, in some sort. The SFT campaigns are simple but eye catching. They hit the right target. Seeing their work makes me believe that a new wave is coming in our long struggle.

A new wave of thinkers. A new wave of activism.

Slowly through documentaries, books, music, artistry, an intellectualization of the Tibetan protest is occuring. It is a good sign. Things will change. I belive that even if I dont believe anything else.

But will it change for good or better? Looking at the pool of talents we have now, only optimism has space in my mind.

Lets usher in a new age of thinking. Lets not sit back. Take your part in this freedom movement. It seems like a journey worth taking.

Think about this.

Am I still intellectually exploring?

Yesterday in our first international politics class, Professor Moon came up with a new word, or lets say a new phrase. Instead of using the word shopping to see the classes that suits us, she decided to make us say " I am intellectually exploring". After all, America is already too capitalist and consumer driven society. Lets leave education out of this capitalism, if it is possible.


Made Me Think.

For our home work, we have to check how many of the things that belongs us are made in which country? I thought it was quite self explanatory. Everything is made in China thesedays. For a Tibetan, it is literally impossible to boycott Chinese goods. After completing the exercise, I had a revelation. I found out that many other countries are also involved in this market. YET,  they all had one thing in common. There were all developing nations.Cheap Labor. Working Class.

I remembered a funny story. Back in India, when globalization was still an  unknown phenomenon, American imported goods were looked with eyes of curiosity and fascination. A friend of my dad went to the US for holiday. Coming back, he brought a GAP sweater. Ironically, it was made in India. The colleague traveled all the way across the seas to bring back something that was originally made in the country he lives in.

Made Me Think.

Our second assignment is to think of our role as an international actor. Where do you see yourself?
I felt that this question could be answered on many different levels. My nationality has always been a strong part of my identity. Through this association, I have always seen myself as a victim. A victim of powerful countries vested interest. As a general citizen of the world, I feel like a spectator to the international events most of the time.Living in America, I feel like a consumer that runs this huge capitalist country. So on and So forth. But very different assignment.

Very Interesting.

Made Me Think.

I guess I better stick with this class. Seems like it has a lot to offer.

Coming of Age

In a life where things do not always go the way we want it to be, it seems wise if we can accept our reality.

 The reality of something small as our appearance, to something bigger as what we have so far, what we do not have. The reality of our pride, of our shame, of the good times and of the bad times. It is easy to escape into fantasies where only happiness ( excitement would be a better word for a teenager) exists, where our deepest desires comes true.

Imagination is powerful.
Therefore,
It is dangerous.

Part of becoming an adult and a successful one at that ( I wanted to use happy but it seems even more difficult to achieve) lies in acceptance.

Acceptance of reality. The art of accepting. The politics of accepting. The philosophy. The business. The physics.

Not to brood but to move on. If can, then we can even appreciate all that is good in life. Not necessarily beautiful or exciting but good. To a teenager's imagination, this is the worst possible climax.

Oh this sucks. Why is nothing going the way I want it to be? Now I dont even have the dreams to escape into. Why so much emphasis on reality when it is nothing but an endless and circular trip of compromise, sacrifice, disappointment and dullness.

As the adult and the teenager inside me fights, I rebel, I succumb. I try, I try to be this, be that, not this, not that. YET who can master the game of life? No one knows. 

Convocation: New Beginning

We arrived late at the new alumnae hall for our convocation. If this was 40 years ago, we would not have seen the convocation. Thanks to technology, we went to a room with live casting of the speeches.

Each year when President Bottomly talks, I feel more respect for her. She has deep thoughts and her speech was invigorating and insightful. She talked about the importance of liberal art education in this 21st century. It came down to the point that here in Wellesley, we still a love of learning to all our students and we do it well with quality. By welcoming the new members of our faculty, I felt that not all changes are negative. I was unhappy to see old faculty leaving Wellesley because they have made this place what it is today.

However, we always need fresh ideas, different perspective. The creativity and potential of the college and our learning will broaden. One part of the talk that stayed with me is the ending. A person who wants to make a ship must do it out of curiosity to explore the sea. This metaphor is important to remember as we try to balance the big ideals and daily practical compromises.

Our new college government president has the grace, she has that X factor to make you tick. I carried from her the knowledge that to come to Wellesley, we had our share of hardwork, luck and preparation. What is important now is to make good use of our time here. It is what we do that will matter at the end.

The convocation made me proud of Wellesley. Although they are some things about the college that I do not agree with, beauty of american education ( if not democracy) is the acceptance of difference and if possible, its celebration. As we take our roots and fly our wings, as we embark upon a new adventure, may the curiosity to learn more always lead us. May this year bring new awakening in our lives.

September 8th 2010

What College Meant To Us

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,

it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,

it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, 

it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,

it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,

we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,

we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way

Charles Dickens,   A Tale of Two Cities ( And Three Friends)

The Only Dream Worth Dreaming

 The only dream worth dreaming is that you will live when you are live and die only when you are dead.

Which means exactly what?

" To love, To be loved, To never forget your own insignificance.
   To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of life around you.
   To seek joy in the saddest places, To pursue beauty to its lair. 
   To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple.
    To respect strength, never power.

   Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away.
   And never, never to forget."

   -Lyrical beauty penned by Arundhati Roy

Rendezvous of Faye Lu

"Faye Lu is an aspiring Wellesley sophomore. More than that, she is a learner, a swimmer, a great friend,  and the list goes on. Let's see whats on her mind this lovely evening."

Me: So Faye, tell us a little bit about yourself.
Faye: I am Faye. I am 18.I am born and raised in Nanjing, China. I think I am very friendly..and I am very passionate and helpful, like to help people.

Me: You mentioned that you are passionate. What is your passion?
Faye: Currently, I am not passionate about any specific cause. I am very passionate in simply knowing about this world, different people, their stories and culture.

Me: How did you develop an interest in knowing about other cultures?
Faye: I think it is just very natural. I think there must be a reason but I still need to find it. I think I just love it. You understand.

Me: Oh Do I ? Um.. Lets go on.

Faye: I guess because I watch movies like crazy when I was small. I like seeing movies from different countries. I like seeing different things. Thats in my personality. I dont like to stay in one place for too long. I like changes.

Me: You are originally from Nanjing but you are in Welleslsey now. How did the journey happened?
Faye: It started from my parents. They are fond of western culture of freedom in speech, action etc.. It influenced me. You can also say that it was my independent thought. Going to an international school in Nanjing and studying for summer school in America, all these experiences gave me thoughts about identity and this started the journey.

Me: Since moving to this country, what observation did you have of life in America and one back in China?
Faye: Ok, I think my life here is much more independent. I am mentally much happier because this is what I have been working for a long time. I just created this air of freedom for myself. When I got here, I can feel it. It is intangible. But I feel more free in terms of knowledge and thinking. I also feel more spiritual even though I am not religious.

Me: You said I feel more spiritual even though I am not religious. Tell me more about this.
FAye: (laughs).. Now I am having a control of my life. In order to achieve something, I need to be patient and persistent. That does not come out of nothing. So I need to have a spirit to keep going, even when it is difficult.

Me: Lets lighten up the mood a little. What do you like to do for fun?
Faye: Karaoke.

Pratibha interrupts in between and Faye shuts her up. *

And swimming in whatever water you can get.

Me: Are you a professional swimmer?
Faye: I tried to be. I used to train with professional coach. Then studying and everthing added up and now it is just a hobby.

Me: What do you think is the most important quality in a human being?
Faye: It is up to change. It is open mindedness, an ability to tolerate differences and curiosity for knowledge and truth. ( adds thats very lame once switching the intellectual mode off)

Me: Do you like funny people?
Faye: Depends on what kind of funny.

Me: What kind of funny people do you like?
Faye: I like funny people who are also able to be serious.
Me: Good Answer.

Me: Do you believe in sex before marriage?
Faye: I dont believe it. Personally, I think thats for sure.

Me: To you, what is sex?
Faye: It is two individuals willing to be very honest and to expose their everything to each other, not feel shameful, able to enjoy each other and help each other to have enjoyment. ..And to combine their spirits and souls.

Me: Just as an afternote, do you really think that is sex?
Faye:  (thinks)..There are different kinds of sex. ( goes to politically correct) I believe that you need to be conscious although it is not easy sometimes. With the person you really love, that is what sex is.

Me:What kind of boys do you like?
Faye: Come on
Me: Is that your answer?
Faye: I like boys who are willing to, whose, ok, who has a lot of cultural experience, you know, curious about different cultures, and um..serious about atleast, something.
Me: Anything else?
Faye: Um..(thinks like puting her hands in her hair).. Its hard to include everything.

Me: What is education to you?
FAye: One part is to gain knowledge of the world, the other part which is more important is to train your brain to get your own way of thinking. ( thinks she sounds lame, I comfort her and she thanks me)

Me: Alright, if you have three wishes that you can fulfill, what are they?
Faye: I hope Tibet can be free ( I hope you are serious about that), though it is not like the most important thing in the world, it can give people hope.

No. 2 is ..( thinks very hard)/... I hope ..I can only think about political things.

Me: you can be stupid and say i want to be a fucking billionaire.

I hope I can live to the day China will be democratic. I think the two can actually combine. Coz it is the same thing.

I hope I can find my partner.

Thats it. Thats serious as well.


Like a very good one. To me. Personally.


Me: So Faye, this is your last question. Do you want to be sexy?
Faye: Yeah , why not. I dont know some people.. it is hard to describe. it is not just about appearance. I think I can get physically sexy as long as my hair grow and I get a tan.. ( i have to delete the last phrase.)

Me: It was a pleasure talking to you. I hope you can come on my show some other time.
Faye: Thank you. I hope you have a successful career. Hope to see you again.


So Ladies and Gentlemen, so this is my rendezvous with Miss Faye Lu. Continue watching one on one with the one and only TYD*

Borderless Imagination

Sitting here in an electronically heated basement room, my thoughts cannot help but run towards home. I don't need to close my eyes to see my grandmother and our home. The memory flashes from time to time. It is so clear that it is almost...almost real. I see the red woolen carpet on which my grandmother will be praying and dozing, I can feel the fur of Tashi as I pat him on his back, I hear my mother's voice as she cooks in the kitchen. All I need to do is sit still for a while and whoosh, it all comes back. Feeling home so close makes me warm inside.

I do not let myself think of the distance that separates us, the physical distance that is. I do not want to count the thousands of miles and the great oceans that stand between us. My mind transcends borders. In my mind, they might as well be very next to me that if I listen carefully, I will hear my grandma breathing.

Living in India and America taught me one thing. There is difference between calmness and silence.
The familiarity of life at Dharamsala, The breathtaking Dhauladhar ranges that stands proud from my window, The love of my family brings calmness in my heart. But here in America, sometimes the silence of this room, this town and this new life kills the music within me. It leaves behind a cold, eery feeling of emptiness. No matter how beautiful is the view infront of me, it does not have the feel of home, the feeling of warmth even in coldness.

Some might call the streets of Dharamsala chaotic, even hard to stand. But for me, these are the streets that are part of what I call home. I have grown used to the chaos, I have unconsciously loved them too. The Tibetan music that I used to listen from our classroom window when the teaching gets boring, the heavenly small of momo from restaurants when I run home hungry for lunch, the faces of street vendors whom I have known since young, I have grown up loving them. When I first came to this country, I miss not having the noise.

I hesitate writing diaries. It makes me nostalgic. It makes me think of the past, perhaps too much. I am afraid of falling behind. In a country where future is all that matters, I do not want to fall behind. I want to move ahead. The beauty of America lies in its opportunities. It is a land of endless opportunities. Opportunities that I must have, I must have them if I want my goals to be fulfilled.

Though pessimist at first, I have also started caring for my home here. In my mind, there are no different countries. Home is where they are people I love. In my dreams, I often mix my friends here and back home.

The imagination is borderless.

It makes you be at two places at once.

"The greatest journeys are the ones that brings you home"

TYD * September 6th 2010

Opiumed Life of Restless Minds

Youth has passion; to break the old ideas,

Youth has the vanity; to be revolutionaries,

Youth has the courage; to dare on adventures,

Youth has the vulnerability; to succumb to ulterior motives

Youth has the purity; to live their dreams out

Youth has the energy; to act on their ideals.

A Troubled Soul...