Sweating Tea

I don't know if it comes with a passion for writing, but the entire writing studio(myself included!) drinks tea like the apocalypse in imminent. In on of the corners of the room, by the wall of windows looking out onto the field, we have a cabinet. In this cabinet, we have cups and bowls and an oddity of utensils. Upon the cabinet is a microwave, should we want to genetically modify our foods' cells (but that's a different story). On top of the microwave is a black wicker basket. In said basket, is tea. Bags, and bags, and splenda, and bags of tea. And it's wonderful. We also have espresso roast, but thus far we've all been too lazy to make a pot. Aside from the fact that I have to pee every fifteen minutes, it's lovely. It's relaxing, and I can only hope all this green tea is bolstering my immune system and not just squeezing my bladder every quarter of an hour.

In fact, I am writing this from a Writing Studio laptop with a steaming mug of organic herbal tea. Good fun.

Let's give her something to blog about...

...because, quite honestly, I have nothing. I suppose it's a tribute to the peace and sanctimony of my life that extreme things don't happen every day. Anything I blog about today would be very similar to what I blogged yesterday. Still am I excited about school (4 DAYS!). Still will I miss home. It is raining. And today is my last day of ballet at TAS.

Maybe I'll just go write.

Poetry from my past.

I've always been a bit of a poetry nut. Here are a few fun ones from two or three years ago I just dug out of my stack of notebooks:

If ever you find a sea of blue,
In golden valleys laid of light,
Look to the left and you'll find two,
to hold your gaze and watch all night.

A ligneous seat below your frame,
Less comfortable than mother's embrace,
Engulfing joy you try not tame,
But garlanded all with wooden lace.

Topaz throws an amber glow,
The halo rests upon the crown,
By diamond's alabaster show,
To breath and free your blood, you know,
She pulls you up so you don't drown.

And...

The moons are through, the sun's gone down
the wind and snow are gone,
with every minute spent and logged,
from twilight's haze to dawn

all rivers flown, and mountains topped,
most dales and valleys worn,
quiet garden lost of roses,
petal, stem, and thorn.

Since all's been used, and used again,
o'er years of day and night,
I wonder now, and wonder long
of what else I could write.

Still more...

Have a day. Take two, they're small.
Remember though, they're followed by two nights.
Ao have a night, or four!
They're small too.
You take because you need,
like air and mild and bread.
You grow with these, small but plentiful
essentials. But they're small.
And you are told to be, want, give, work,
lie, lay, see
Big.
Take another, take some more.
And give.
Big.
Not so long your days outnumber your needs.
Big
you are crushed and flattened in the assembly
line of big.
But you don't dare to be, want, give, work, lie, lay, see small.
Because you are Big. Big. Big.

One more...

Dare you fathom?
Fathom what?
That what is it!
What is indeed.
Indeed...what?
My point, you see.
I see what point?
Exactly.
What?
Dare you fathom?
Fathom what?
That.
I see.

Bienvenue to my blog!

Hello. This is not my first blog. I just had to get that out there.

If all goes well, and I can exercise some sort of commitment, it will be my last. I intend to update this regularly, since a lot in my life is about to happen that is worth blogging about. At least, in my humble opinion. In less than a month's time, I will be moving from Taiwan (my current home) to Boston.

No, I am not going to college. No, I am not being sent to military school. I will be attending a boarding school for the arts. The school offers five tracts in the arts: Musical theater, music, visual art, ballet, and writing. I shall enter into the writing tract to read, write, and hopefully increase my brain power by some meaningful amount.

It truly amazes me the reactions my family and I get from the news. My parents have always been amazingly supportive of my endeavors. They were excited when I wanted to be a doctor (age 6-11), they were very gung-ho show business for the four odd years I was convinced I was going to be an actress (11-15), and now, at 16, I want to write. Maybe I won't just be a novelist, but definitely something that involves a large amount of writing. Screen-writer, novelist, journalist, psychologist...I feel like I have a lot of options. But I digress.

So, about 4 out of 10 of the people we inform about my "leaving the nest" gasp in horror. Their faces contort and they wrinkle their noses up. Charming. Apparently they are afraid of independence. Though it makes more sense not to care what people think, I wish more people would see this as an amazing opportunity. Of course I'll miss my parents. Of course they'll miss me. We've accepted that. Anyways, the majority of people are excited for me. Maybe I'm just investing too much thought into this. If I put energy into it being awesome, IT WILL BE AWESOME!

Sorry for the inherent roundaboutness of this first post. I hope to use this blog as an outlet for writing energy, as well as to update the blogosphere of my soon-to-be new life at Boarding school.

Peace and love,
Kaiyuh