Bled, Radovljica, Slovenia
favorite things. solitude. lake. fall leaves. i can smell the crispy breeze.
hi i'm reyi (ray) (:
im a 5-year-old stuck in a 20-year-old body.
USC trojan, boston native.
This is why everyone should devote their lives to Love.
Your house and your cars and all your belongings don’t matter. What will have a lasting impression in the universe is how you treat others.
measure your life in LOVE.
this is beautiful in that in highlights just how SMALL we truly are in the grand scheme.
in Hinduism, the belief is that this entire “material world” is all illusion and the only truth is the absolute, which you join through living purely and selflessly. Understanding that is half the battle, but it is so easy to lose that understanding in the sea of individualism. It is too easy to forget that living selflessly and with pure intentions is more meaningful than “being successful” and “being the best”.
New Delhi, India: Two middle-aged women in polka-dot saris on a cycle rickshaw.
wouldn’t it be nice to live like that, once all the hectic middle age years are through?
I hope that when I get to be 60, 70, 80 years old, I will still have these close friends and have that opportunity to relax and chat about our LONG lives that have flown by.
Been having a LOUSY few days yesterday and today—but my friends and APASS family & support have got me through it.
I woke up at 11:05am on Wednesday— 5 minutes into my first class. I NEVER wake up late! I wake with the SUN. I FREAK out, shower, get ready, jump on my longboard… it’s 12:00pm. Already late to my SECOND class, I swing by Tommy Trojan, hoping to run into QUASA for a free T-shirt that says : “STR8 AGAINST H8.” No luck. Go to Latin class, and then sprint out of there to get back to Tommy Trojan, convinced that they may not have set up at 12:10. nope, too late. I longboard spritely, but I hit against a rock. The relatively new, slide-loving Orangatang wheels can’t grip the concrete and I lie spread-eagle on the ground, board flying behind me, backpack flying forward.
I took inventory— made sure my phone wasn’t damaged, my board wasn’t damaged, and then looked at my wounds. Thankfully, the only real problem area was my knee. Problem? the only real PROBLEM AREA is MY KNEE! Might I remind you that the banquet culminating all my HSO work & USC Drishti work is ON SUNDAY @ 6pm?
How can one dance Bharatanatyam without bending one’s knee? YOU DON’T. :(
After seeing the gashing wound on my knee, I headed straight to the pharmacy, then APASS. My APASS Family, though partially grossed out, were SUPER helpful in getting me help to clean up and dress my knee so that I could leave and go to class.
Though later on yesterday, I would forget my phone and a host of other mindless stupid things, my friends got me through it. I got Drunken Noodles delivered to Leavey, studied, and then I took campus cruiser home with a very nice driver who asked me how my day had been. I’ve been trying to answer honestly instead of generically when someone asks that because … why lie?
Then I woke up for today. Got ready and dressed, went to Starbucks and ordered a VERONA BLENDDDDDDD (dark cocoa, roasty sweet)!! After my Modern Russian Art class however, I had a less than pleasant phone call with the company I ordered costume pieces (blouses and leggings) from for Sunday. It resulted me being very anxious and nervous about the costume situation, and in 3 calls to different departments of American Apparel. Long story short, American Apparel is now my backup plan. but yet again, when I felt at my wit’s end— APASS intervened! Talking it out helps to ease the worry. And on their behest, I ran over to the health center. Turns out my cuts aren’t infected or miscleaned—and I should be okay in a few more days. :) The nice nurse also gave me extra of everything, in addition to great advice, so I can fix myself up for days.
After class and lab (where Sydney and Sean make for a great lab team; Sydney and my chats with Aprill about fashion make my day sometimes :P), I headed back to APASS to fix up the flyer and talk to Dannyboy and Mace. Got some Earl Grey boba from Kevin, and generally just got some APASS lovin’.
After getting recharged, I went surfing to find SOMEWHERE to buy costume pieces, and I found this GREAT warehouse store on adams. Booked a zipcar, and I am going tomorrow to hunt down 11 blousepieces and 11 leggings for Sunday. Hopefully they’ll have what we need and I won’t have to go to AA Downtown. :)
Dance practice was great too. I love chatting with Drishti dancers! I feel like our team has already done some mega-bonding, and post-Diwali, we are OVERDUE for a yogurtland trip or a movie night. :] <3
Late night chats with Mannat over mozzarella sticks are also bomb. noms and discussing our non-existent love lives are a constant fuel for our EVERY DAY friendship <3
In general, I am glad that my worst days are actual not THAT bad. I could be in Somalia— without infrastructure. (amnesty international) Or in Haiti without water. (charitywater.org) Or experiencing a heat wave instead of this nice autumnal chill. :)
I’m also super thankful for the people and chance reunions I have had these past few days! Thanks for making my week bearable and livable. Especially APASS Family. <3
I don’t know what I would do without that constant support and care!
(Title a reference to “Broken Bird” by Jack’s Mannequin. Their new album has been on repeat in my apartment since it was released. It’s amazing.) <3
I remember my first gondola ride down the canals of Venice. The water is not the clear, beautiful expanse you think it ought to be. Just like life isn’t that easy medium to just fall through—it is gritty and deep, and requires a lot of effort to live through thoughtfully and intentionally. Crossing the Grand Canal of Venice requires much patience, and also the sense of dolce far niente, the feel of doing nothing/laziness. My gondola driver was yakking on his cell phone in a humdrum tone of mundane existence. Life is like that sometimes too. But sometimes, you are inspired to run to the Piazza del Marco, or realize that on the Bridge of Sighs—looking through at that last glimpse of the outer expanse that the prisoners saw— you understand that all this depth, grit, and muck colors our experience and enriches all the good, light, and funny things that happen to us.
I remember my first gondola ride down the canals of Venice. The water is not the clear, beautiful expanse you think it ought to be.
Just like life isn’t that easy medium to just fall through—it is gritty and deep, and requires a lot of effort to live through thoughtfully and intentionally.
Crossing the Grand Canal of Venice requires much patience, and also the sense of dolce far niente, the feel of doing nothing/laziness. My gondola driver was yakking on his cell phone in a humdrum tone of mundane existence. Life is like that sometimes too.
But sometimes, you are inspired to run to the Piazza del Marco, or realize that on the Bridge of Sighs—looking through at that last glimpse of the outer expanse that the prisoners saw— you understand that all this depth, grit, and muck colors our experience and enriches all the good, light, and funny things that happen to us.….I just looked up this location, to check if I was misremembering—I thought that the basilica was in the wrong place. and lo and behold, the photo above is BERLIN. and this goes to show the fluidity of the human experience. we are all going through that same experience whether in italy or germany or austria or china or india or england or even in los angeles.
“Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?” HENRY DAVID THOREAU