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[2018_08_22] Crazy Rich Asians and random thoughts, in no particular order
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Title: Read none, but did watch Crazy Rich Asians Type: Movie/Book (I watched the movie today, with two of my friends who are both girls, and both Asian. We loved it.) Language: English Description: RomCom with a crazy rich heir, but with an Asian flair to it Notes, Thoughts: The movie was hilarious. The talk afterward was a bit more sobering.
A: My dad has the gulls to call himself a feminist while he laughs at my feminist ideals, gets offended when I tell him something is sexist and tells me I’m being too sensitive.
B: If men tell me I’m too sensitive, they should be shutting the fuck up. They are not listening, which is the first sign that they are not being the feminist that they claim to be. You are shutting me up, telling me how and what to feel, disaffirming my feelings and denying what and how I’ve been treated. No, you listen. I’m not being sensitive. You’re being deaf.
C: What is with Asian men (especially fathers) and their inability to do housework? Does their dick somehow fall off if they wash the dishes, god forbid? And how come they’re so shitty at taking care of themselves? They don’t cook, and when they cook it’s all instant meals. Then they have the balls to tell me to eat healthily and shit. When I tell my father to eat healthy because otherwise you’re gonna die early, he laughs and says he’ll die without my mother. No. You don’t say that proudly. You’re a grown-ass man, for god’s sake, you should be able to cook a fucking meal for yourself that won’t kill you in ten years.
D: It’s very, very possible to love and respect your father and to loathe him and feel the opposite of respect for him all at once. I’m going through this every day.
E: Thoughts and issues about my mother are more personal. While both my friends shared and agreed with me about their stances on their fathers, we are a bit more... varied on our thoughts about our mothers. We do agree that we wish our mothers would stop babying our dads.
F: Crazy Rich Asians talks about family and happiness as a central theme, and I think that it did a nice job of bringing both parts to light. Your family is important, they’re someone who won’t give up on you and stick by you even when you push them away, and you really need that. But putting family first and sacrificing your happiness is not right either. When you talk about Asian culture versus Western culture, a lot of people see it as family vs. individuality to the extremes. Western culture is thought of as independent to the point where you’d abandon or sacrifice your family for the sake of your own happiness. Asian culture puts family first to the point where your ideals, ambitions and happiness are considered nothing in the face of your family. Both extremes are not healthy and have their consequences and in the end. Sacrifice your happiness for your family and you’ll always blame them for something and never be happy as a family because of your bitterness. Sacrifice your family and you won’t have that pillar of strength, that support that someone unconditionally gives you.
G: I do not want to get married. I will charge money to everyone who says, “Oh, but the people who say that get married first!” or bet them some sick amount to see who gets married first or if I get married at all. Seriously. I’d make a killing, and I’ve heard this so many times I’m sick of it.
H: What part of I do not want to marry do you not understand. It’s not up for debate, and it’s my fucking decision. You don’t get a say.
I: They think I’m joking. Try me.
J: I will not marry out of pure spite.
Inspirations: Nothing at the moment. I’m too tired Classes, Assignments: Fucking dorm assignments. I’ve emailed everyone, check email again tomorrow. For Delta: email sent, just wait.
and pray.
People: Watched and talked with Jenny and Christine. We discussed the movie and all the things up there. Feminisim, Western ideals and clashes with Korean culture/paternalism. It’s almost a universal thing. Haha.
[2017_01_21] Panorama 405
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Title: Panorama 405 Type: Book / Architecture Magazine Language: Korean Description: An architecture magazine published in Korean, exploring the landscape of Seoul through the route of “Bus 405″ commonly known as the tourist bus in Seoul, as it hits all the well-known attractions. Notes, Thoughts: When I first opened the book, there was a photo of a scene I recognized right away, the scene of Myeongdong, with the Shinsegae Mall and the Lotte Young Plaza signs labeling the buildings. I could imagine myself standing there at the very place the photo was taken. It’s the magic of Seoul, and something only Seoul has to transport me so vividly to a particular street with a particular view. I won’t be able to do this with any other city. The journey of the Bus 405 begins with Seoul Arts Center (where I am very familiar with, since I interned there last summer) and I was instantly drawn. Honestly, I haven’t gotten very far in the book yet, but this section rings very true: Sometimes, the authority of such a government-based art institution may scare off viewers, and its location (surrounded by high-end apartments and office complexes I’ve walked past so many times, and offhandedly wondered how much it cost, and what it’d take me to live at a place like it) only add to its metaphorical high-wall (진입장벽). Who is it for, really?
Inspirations: Not directly related to the book, but I do want to explore the photo-text format. Panorama 405 has a really clean format and a simple, basic text and image balance which I can try to mimic in my portfolio. Note the small text size. Classes, Assignments: No classes, but researched Emily Jacir’s Sexy Semite ads in the New York Village Voice Magazine. I’ve narrowed down the date to February of 2002 (earlier in the month). Still need to email the Baltimore Sun about Tent City and Occupy. Did not touch portfolio and it needs to be done very soon. People: Met and talked with Isaac. Talked about future, military, school programs, and national identity.
I love Korea in a way only a foreigner can love it -- this is what made me come to terms with my identity, really. I still feel that I am at that awkward verge sometimes (often times), but my feelings about Korea really cleared that up for me. Every time I visit Seoul, I am struck by its unattainable, unsustainable beauty. Everything is ephemeral. The beautiful, constant lights of the cars, the city, the buildings that illuminate the road as I take the 3200 Airport bus home (my flight always lands in the late afternoon, thus I get to admire the night life of Korea the first day I land) takes my breath away, and at the same time I’m struck by the nagging sadness in the back of my mind about light pollution, and the knowledge that most of these lights are created because there are people working at this hour -- so many people working, not being able to sleep, and some of them happen to be my friends. I know so well because they tell me, in detail. The nagging sadness I feel is incomparable to the anger and the frustration of my friends who have to live through that reality. That’s the difference between me and my friends. That’s the difference between a foreigner and a local.
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Title: a Type: b Language: c Description: d Notes, Thoughts: e
Inspirations: f Classes, Assignments: g People: h
first things first
(I literally stole that line from the First Things First manifesto. Thanks, Ellen Lupton -- if it wasn’t for you I’d had never read that thing)
My thoughts tend to get very messy especially when they’re all jumbled up in my head and not spoken aloud or written down, thus the reason for the ‘first things first’ to lay down some ground rules to look back on when I forget. And the reason for this blog exists at all.
01. the purpose of this tumblr
The main purpose and the creation of this tumblr is to record. It’s to record the day’s inspirations, writings, and thoughts -- one, to remember those things (and have it in record somewhere so I can look over it physically) and two, to keep a habit of noting things.
02. what will i post?
Readings, books, inspirations. If there aren’t anything significant, I’ll just record what I did -- including assignments, etc.
03. format
1. Date 2. Title of book/reading/article + short description (photo, if possible) 3. Notes about the reading 4. Ideas and inspiration 5. Class attended + assignments given/worked on 6. People met/talked about