“I can’t decide if today is hot or cold.” I tweeted.
“We need a sign for the weather!” Marnie says.
As I waited to cross the other side of Allen street, I felt a little overwhelmed by the roaring rush of traffic and the strong wind blowing the skirt of my dress around. But then I thought about the quiet little streets too. And how beautiful it was that these two feelings could live in the same two mile radius.
Hot and cold, noisy and quiet, rich and poor. New York is like a good story.from Nikki Sylianteng - Blog http://ift.tt/1rNZ4Jd
We live in a 528 square foot studio apartment. One of the thing we’ve been putting off is having a storage system for our shoes. Today, I finally took care of of that problem by buying a pack of cardboard shoeboxes from uline.com, taking photos of every shoe we own and stacking them on top of each other nice and snuggly against the back wall of our closet.
The problem was that we had shoes by the doorway and shoes in the closet which were all taking up precious floorspace. There was also one box with more shoes that we never unpacked since we moved in ten months ago. I also started to wonder where my family who is coming in August would put all their shoes. I did tons of research for the best shoe storage solutions but none were versatile enough. The new rule I established today is that only the “day’s shoes” should be by the doorway while everything else stays in the closet.
Ever since I started living on my own, I realized that there is something I find refreshing about living in a small apartment (my first apartment was even smaller at 350 square feet). I’ve concluded that it’s because I hate making decisions and easily get anxious when I have too many options. With the constraint of a small apartment, my buying options are drastically cut down to two things: 1. it has to be small, 2. preferably wall-mountable. It also forces me to make decisions since we can’t afford to have clutter just lying around. So far, my small apartment strategy has been effective in putting myself in situations where I have no other choice but to overcome these things.from Nikki Sylianteng - Blog http://ift.tt/T2NWif
We live in this one physical world. But really, each of us lives in the little worlds in our heads, don’t we? Like bubbles that we see the world through. Actually I think it’s more like a haze, a cloud of stuff like Pig Pen in peanuts. But instead of the haze of dust at his feet, it’s a cloud of ideas around our heads. When we meet people we have a connection with, it’s our bubbles that are connecting. If we are lucky, 80%-90% of our bubbles overlap (because 100% is never really possible) and they are what we call kindred spirits. When a group of these get together, their versions of the world, their bubbles, combine and get bigger. When their combined bubble gets big enough, it then becomes what we call reality.
(To be continued.)from Nikki Sylianteng - Blog http://ift.tt/1gLDwNT
I didn’t read that many books when I was younger, except maybe the entire Sweet Valley Twins series, R.L. Stine, and V.C. Andrews’ “Flower in the Attic”. What I do remember is reading this Reader’s Digest book I found in our house. It was one of their special edition books, and it was called “Strange Stories, Amazing Facts: Stories that are bizarre, unusual, odd, astonishing, incredible… but true.” This photo is not mine but ours looked exactly like it — all worn out and almost unreadable. But then again, of course this is what a book like this is supposed to look like, right?
I keep remembering this one story. It was someone recounting their near-death experience. She was visited by a ghost-of-christmas-past type of being who took her through a journey of her past, and for each instance, she would feel exactly how she made someone else feel. It really gives context to that quote about how people will forget what you said or did, but will never forget how you made them feel.
It’s one of my flashbulb memories, and is something that keeps coming back to me from time to time.http://ift.tt/1f1LlLx
How many times in your life have you had to think long and hard about what you believe in and who you want to be? I think I’m going through it again right now. The last time was when I was applying for grad school. I’m now done with grad school. I guess this is what people call “life-defining moments.”
I remember the first time I started questioning things was in first or second year high school, or maybe it was in college? I don’t remember that well. I was at the dinner table with my brother who a little older than me. I can’t remember how we got to the topic, but I started questioning the things we were “learning” in C.L.E. (which stood for Christian Life Education). “Jesus died on the cross for our sins. What does that mean? And what would be different now at this moment, at this dinner table, if Jesus did not die?” I never really understood it, and I’m not sure my classmates did either, but everyone read the assigned readings and scored very high on tests, because we answered everything we were supposed to answer.
Our topic somehow moved on to the idea of the end of the world. What does that mean? Will the world ever end? What does that look like? Will it just be black space? But is nothing black? Nothing is nothing! Not even black. It won’t even be white. Because white is still something. Our minds can’t even conceive “nothing”!
I just created a Quora thread on it here.from ._. http://bit.ly/14SOqfT