Recommended: Hyakunin Isshu 百人一首

I recently impulse bought a book of Japanese poetry called the Hyakunin Isshu (百人一首).  An anthology of one hundred, five-line waka (和歌), or now more commonly called tanka (短歌), structured with lines measuring 5-7-5-7-7 syllables, and compiled by Fujiwara no Teika in around 1237 A.D., each is written by a different Japanese poet from the 7th to the 13th century.

Time to start reading!

Time to start reading!

Why did I decide to buy this anthology randomly? Because I had just caught up to Chihayafuru, a manga on competitve karuta which features the tanka in the Hyakunin Isshu prominently.  And being a fangirl, I decided to buy the book so I could understand all the layers of meaning in each tanka.  Such is the life of a fangirl.

At least I’m being educated whilst spending my time in imaginary worlds.

And since reading poetry needs reflection, and reflection comes easiest when writing down thoughts, I thought I would share my reflections.  After all, this blog is a Diary of sorts.

But for sure, these poems I would recommend/10.  Even just hearing the descriptions as I watch the anime or read the manga was enough to kindle my interest in Japanese poetry.  They are so layered, so full of meaning and double meaning, so subtle and yet so passionate underneath all the refinement.  There are online translations of them everywhere, and if you have time, read a few~!  I just like having a book in my hands.

Once I run out of these one hundred poems… I’ll see what I move on to.  Until then… stay with me.

New Years~!

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Sydney NYE | ABC News

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

To those who have already crossed into the New Year, I hope you have a great 2015~! To those who are yet to celebrate the New Year, I hope you have a great 2015 anyway~!

Although, having said that, I’m not going to remember that it’s 2015 for at least another two weeks or so, and keep writing 2014 for dates and things.  Because the new year may be important, but let’s be real… dates and things are man-made markers for the world, and so not part of the natural world, which means forgetting what year it is or what day it is is totally excusable and okay, right? XD

Not that I forgot that it was New Year’s Eve yesterday.  The amount of people coming out to the city as I was leaving the city in the early evening after work, the amount of people already packed into any sort of standing area at Circular Quay as my train zoomed past the station, the amount of illegal fireworks going off in my neighbourhood the minute 9:00 pm hit to wayyyy past midnight.

And the official Sydney fireworks.  I watch it almost every year, and the fireworks they set off never ceases to amaze me.  Even through a T.V. screen, because I’ve never bothered actually going out to see them.  One day, I’ll make it.  Maybe. (2020 New Year resolution?)

Now, it’s 2:00 pm, and the New Year has well and truly begun.  I wish everybody who do New Years resolutions actual resolve to stick by them, and I pray that everyone will be able to have a 2015 that surpasses 2014 <3

Gallery

Shoot: MagiXKuroBasu

Ren Kougyoku, Magi

Photography: Yvonne Zhu

  • Alibaba: Vivian Chan
  • Morgiana: Satoko Nasu
  • Kise (Kuroko no Basuke): Akaii

This was the first shoot that all of us had ever been on.  Apart from trekking to the Shire to find sand dunes at Cronulla and giving up halfway, and not really knowing what to do half of the time… I think it turned out pretty well~ Just look at all our intense stares!

Proud to be Australian

It’s been nearly 48 hours since the Sydney siege was resolved when the police stormed into Lindt cafe in Martin place.  There have been many many news stories and extensive coverage by local and international news networks during the entire situation, and so I won’t go into any detail about that.  But the aftermath… the aftermath has been so supportive, so understated.  It is so surprising, but it is amazing.

Australia | EUI

Isolated Australia | EUI

First of all, no one in Australia actually expects anything to happen in Australia.  Despite being a developed nation and an important global influence, we are so isolated from everyone else in the world as a country that no one ever takes any terror threats seriously.  After 9/11, there were many threats of bombings and other terrorist activities, but the only increase in security were the removal of bins from major train stations (which were re-installed a few years ago), and increased surveillance and customs screenings at the airports.  During the War on Terror, everyone followed the news and grieved when another Australian soldier was killed in combat, but the war was so far away that it wasn’t really a significant impact in society, apart from an increase in tension against the Muslim communities in Sydney.  During all the outbreaks of diseases, of which the Ebola epidemic being the most recent, people fear, but again, we are so far away from everything that the disease probably died out before it even reached Australia.

With this apathy for all the significant world events, to have a hostage situation happen in the heart of Sydney, and to have it potentially linked to the ISIS groups in the Middle East?

Totally unexpected.  Totally unthinkable.  Totally unbelievable.

Although it turned out to be the actions of one person, and a known person to the police with a record of past racial hatred and sex crime offences, the fact that it happened, and that two lives were lost in the process, has sent Sydney and Australia into shock.  Many people are still avoiding the Sydney CBD.  Hundreds of thousands of flowers have been placed near the cafe.

And people are reflecting.  Reflecting on how Australia may not be so safe after all.  Reflecting on the importance of valuing your life, and valuing all the people around you and the relationships that you hold with them.  Reflecting on how to support others around you, those who may have been more affected by the tragedy than you.

The results of these reflections?

Solidarity in the Australian community.  I often cringe at how Australians pride themselves at being ‘mates’ and how we’re all in this together because ‘mateship’, but in these times, it becomes the bond that brings the community together.  Many people have expressed similar sentiments, about how terror only works when it instills fear, and how it will never work in Australia because people become unified through mateship to become strong, and to repel and fight back against these fears and terrors and their instigators.

The first sign of solidarity happened during the siege with the rise of the hashtag #illridewithyou.  Although many people were hating on the Muslim community and blaming them for the siege, many more were supporting them and showing them love and support.  Some comments have expressed incredulity about how Australians were naive and stupid for not caring about the hostages, and instead supporting members of a community that were feeling at risk, but as outsiders, they don’t understand how racial hatreds run in Australian society.  Riots have happened before between racial groups.  Slurs and threats are chucked at people during times of risk.  It happens. The fact that so many people were willing to support and protect Muslims who feel scared at being who they are through no fault of their own has shown clearly for the first time, the ‘Aussie spirit’ of mateship and comradeship.

Martin Place Memorial | Daily Telegraph

Martin Place Memorial | Daily Telegraph

The impromptu public memorials at Martin Place and at other sites around Australia, one being the Melbourne Lindt cafe, shows this solidarity too.  You may not know who put down the bouquet next to yours, you may not know the people standing around you, but everyone is thinking the same thing, feeling the same things.  The responses on social media have been the same.  People are going about their daily business and people aren’t allowing this to affect their lives, but sentiments that have been expressed have largely been positive, supportive and understanding.

Australia’s great and all, but I generally don’t have much of a positive opinion on Australia (probably because I live here and I see all the dirty shady things that happen).  However, although it ended in tragedy, the siege has brought Australia together in a way that I have never remember experiencing.

For the first time, I am proud to be Australian.

Other articles
More on #illridewithyou
The victims of the siege
A response to the siege by the Islamic Friendship Association of Australia Inc.
Response by the Police Commissioner on the storming of the cafe

Ikea love <3

I had an epiphany today.

I am destined to have a future home filled with colours, disco balls and quirky knick-knacks that might not necessarily complement each other, but will end up doing so out of my sheer force of will.

I am also destined to own an Ikea house.

Ikea, that glorious glorious place filled with furniture packed flat for convenience and encouraging generations to learn how to use a hammer, rooms filled with dream houses and interiors for anybody and everybody, cheap everything so that impulse buys will never hurt until you realise that small new shelf you bought doesn’t fit anywhere because your home is already crammed with Ikea impulse buys.

And the fooooood.

The cake.

Oh my gosh.  The meatballs.

And if I could have those in my Ikea sourced dining room before going to my Ikea decorated bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready to go to bed in my Ikea furnished bedroom… some may call this plebeian, but if getting an entire room decked out for less than $1000 but looking like it cost ten times that amount, then I embrace my plebeian-ness.

Because, as one of my friends said,  We love our bread, we love our butter, but most of all…

We love Ikea.

Keep feeding my ego!

Ego.  Something healthy when small but substantial because it gives one self-confidence, but not healthy the minute it grows past a certain point because it will not stop inflating and will make one’s head grow to epic proportions. Fed by: Affirmation from other people.  Otherwise known as praise, admiration, showering of affection, even the invocation of envy in other people.

I recently started a new job as a Christmas casual, and  a few shifts into this new job, the founder of the entire company was apparently going to visit, and so I was rostered on to make the shop look amazing.  Someone significant at head office dropped by to help and make sure that everything followed protocol.

They loved me.

Having this company VIP look at you straight in the eye at the end of your shift and say that you were amazing?  That you picked things up so fast and got things done super efficiently?  That your customer service was awesome and they just don’t stop talking about just how great you were?

It felt so good.

Embarrassing, for sure.  I mean, how do you react?  How many thank you-s can you even say without sounding like a broken record?

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Vomiting Kaonashi | Ginnunga, deviantART

But danggggggggggg.  I wanted to bask in more of their praise and know and hear that I am fabulous.  My ego has been fed, and it wants more.   Even if it means becoming insufferable and self-righteous and arrogant.  Once I get to that stage, I’m sure someone will cut me down and leave me vomiting up all my ego like Kaonashi and wriggling from humiliation.

But until then, feed my ego!  Say I’m great!  Say you love me!  Because #flawless.