chrasy.com ; naive gravity means never falling

My name is Tracey. I love languages and I love the way that people communicate with each other. I love music and I'm a very bad driver which makes sense, since I'm Asian AND female. I live quietly, but my life is often full of brilliant sparks and happy moments. Let me share them with you.

thinking/feeling/doing #01

  • I don’t really like people from the past popping into the present and saying hello. They only remind me of how awkward I was.
  • I guess I don’t like them to remind me about a time that I was uncomfortable, now that I finally feel settled. Settled, resigned, safe in Sydney, and happy with my funny looks, and with the way I think and my stupid questions.
  • I still don’t really wake up with much of a plan beyond the coming day, but maybe I’ll get there soon
  • Tori was so right when she said she could leave your world, if the other was the better girl.
  • I thought that the lyrics “You’re just too used to my honey” were “You’re just still, you’re still my honey” for the longest time. Either are appropriate.
  • Humble and honorific verbs in Japanese confuse me.
  • I guess I used to wonder why I wasn’t as sick as other people.
  • Don’t really know why I wanted to be.
  • I’m really polite when pushing through crowds at a concert. So polite that they don’t really let me through.

Posted 2 days ago in text. edit.

ghosts.

Paranormal so and sos, I don’t necessarily believe in them. I think ouija boards are a crock of shit. I don’t think that staring at myself in the mirror when it’s dark will show me the face of my past life. I don’t think the boogieman exists in my closet or under my bed.

But… I believe in myself, and I believe in other people, and I scare myself with what I see. I think you should be scared of what you see as well. My only problem is that when I realise that I’ve seen something, it’s already happening and then I scare myself even more.

The future is happening. What are we doing about it?

Posted 3 days ago in text. edit.

transition.

Suddenly everything seemed darker with everyone’s goodbyes and all the shades of black that I dressed myself in made me invisible in the new midnight. But these days, dusk is characterised by pink streaks across the sky and the sun no longer dives directly to plunge us all into night. Like the winter sun, I once thought that maybe I was not to do anything in between, and jump immediately from day to night, one thing to the next. Now I can see a transition exists.

Posted 2 weeks ago in text. edit.

Vintage Tokyo subway manner posters →

These are really excellent posters, that I wish we had on CityRail trains. I love the wordplays (all explained in English, do not be afraid to click the link!) and the pop culture/historical references.

Posted 3 weeks ago in link. edit.