From Go Pluck Yourself to Glorious World
First, I was fucked up,
But then I plucked myself!
A plucked up transplant from the Third World.
Jumping!
The photo was uploaded by Djeline on Facebook on June 7, 2010. It was taken during a hike with Djeline and Marissa at the Coyote Hills Regional Park in Fremont. I was visiting Bay Area to meet with former classmates in college for the first time. It was a happy event that would be repeated.
"Jump!" Djeline commands.
The shutter clicks!
I have this feeling that the most people who jump while being photographed are flips like me. Plucked from a Third World country.
It all started from the ground. Bloom where you are planted. Not for me.
Bum where you are planted. It's more like it. For me.
The first post was a one sentence description of a newly germinated gourd. Titled unplucked and dated 7/18/2010. I have always referred to myself as a transplant, sometimes, a nomad. The very first blog post was in 2005. I have just been plucked from the Third World into the melting pot: New York City. I was deciphering a poem by Thomas Hardy posted on the subway train I was riding.
"You did not come. And marching time drew on and wore me numb." I remember a quickie question I was asked a long time ago by an SVD priest.
"Did you come?"
I did not answer him. And he even asked me twice.
I started glorieuxorgasms.blogspot.com after reading passages of Thomas Hardy's Broken Appointment on the wall of a subway train bound to Brooklyn.
I did come!
But then I plucked myself!
A plucked up transplant from the Third World.
Jumping!
The photo was uploaded by Djeline on Facebook on June 7, 2010. It was taken during a hike with Djeline and Marissa at the Coyote Hills Regional Park in Fremont. I was visiting Bay Area to meet with former classmates in college for the first time. It was a happy event that would be repeated.
"Jump!" Djeline commands.
The shutter clicks!
I have this feeling that the most people who jump while being photographed are flips like me. Plucked from a Third World country.
It all started from the ground. Bloom where you are planted. Not for me.
Bum where you are planted. It's more like it. For me.
The first post was a one sentence description of a newly germinated gourd. Titled unplucked and dated 7/18/2010. I have always referred to myself as a transplant, sometimes, a nomad. The very first blog post was in 2005. I have just been plucked from the Third World into the melting pot: New York City. I was deciphering a poem by Thomas Hardy posted on the subway train I was riding.
"You did not come. And marching time drew on and wore me numb." I remember a quickie question I was asked a long time ago by an SVD priest.
"Did you come?"
I did not answer him. And he even asked me twice.
I started glorieuxorgasms.blogspot.com after reading passages of Thomas Hardy's Broken Appointment on the wall of a subway train bound to Brooklyn.
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