Posts Tagged ‘new york’

the real me


who i want to be: who i really am: it’s a process. i need to be okay to be me, even if me is a little dorky, flighty, and a little lazy. it doesn’t mean that i can’t work on improving my faults, though. someday, i want to look around and say, i am exactly […]



“a dream without ambition is like a car without gas… you’re not going anywhere.” – sean hampton

i was struck by how fast people walked in manhattan. women in suits and heels, walking so fast you could have sworn they were running. mothers with baby strollers, hurrying to mcdonalds without bothering to say “pardon” or “excuse me”. the one time i felt like a tourist in my city, the one time i […]

out there


safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone gazing at the people down below me all my life i watch them as i hide up here alone hungry for the histories they show me all my life i memorize their faces knowing them as they will never know me all my life i wonder […]

the thing about new york is that you can catch snitches and pieces of conversation, and whether in or out of context, are hilarious. i have heard a couple memorable ones, like the guy wearing lipstick, in central park saying, “any girl i would marry would have to have a certain quality …” or the […]

the first time i saw the flat iron in person, i was walking down the street to the strand, with my good friend, e. upon seeing the building, i did not stand and gape. i did not pull out my camera and begin snapping pictures, like many tourists around us did. i instead pointed and […]