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- (PART 2) You Have Such Beautiful Hands by Chelsea Fagan To look at them head-on and try to take in everything that we feel at once would be like looking into an eclipse. It’s simply too much, overwhelming, almost painful in its directness. So we must, then, take little bits and pieces of them as we go and give them each their own quiet moment of appreciation. We must spend a half-hour absent-mindedly stroking their hair. We must marvel at the way they throw their head back in unashamed laughter when something is really funny. We must make love with the lights on, watching every crinkle of their face as it plays out against the movement of our bodies. We must love the real, the ugly ripples and dimples that form on human skin under the unforgiving glow of cheap household lights. We must love it because at some point we stopped preferring form over function and got to know each tiny cog in the machine, each tendon and follicle that deserves its own attention. Perhaps we will never define love, because it is far too big a term with far too many moving components to be nailed down to a single word. But if we take things individually — if we let ourselves feel the way their arm snakes behind our backs while walking, the way a palm cups a chin for a kiss, the way lips feel when buried in the crook of a neck, then maybe we can grasp what it is about this person that makes us feel so exquisitely alive. Surely they are just flesh and bone like every other lanky animal running to catch the train, but somewhere between that spot on the small of their back and that dimple that only fully forms on one side, they became what it means to be happy.December 22, 201610
- (PART 1) You Have Such Beautiful Hands by Chelsea Fagan There are moments when we look at the one we love, but we cannot really see them. We become overwhelmed by everything that composes them: the quiet moments that have passed between us, the cries of ecstasy, the tears that only we saw. It is as though they are less a person and more an amalgam of everything they have done, everything they mean to you. And when you look at them, across a table or while they’re still asleep, there is so very much there to see. There is a sense that, after a certain point, every shared glance and whispered conversation consists merely of the few tiny droplets that we can gather from the river of meaning that flows between us. There is so much to say, so much to know, and so little time to do it all in. Words become insufficient; physical appearance becomes secondary. That face — the one that is filled with the laugh lines and dimples you feel you have almost carved yourself — is simply the packaging for everything that exists which you cannot describe. And the more that person becomes a construct of your shared life, the more you need to focus on individual things to allow your brain to process the enormous emotional undertaking. To simply look at them and think, “I love this person. They are beautiful.” is both insufficient and impossible. No — you must deconstruct them and pull them into little pieces that you can understand, one at a time. Their hands — the soft, delicate, warm extremities that can at once make me feel so beautiful, so desired, so safe — they are perfect. Their eyes — the way they look at me, that unbearable look that asks of me so many promises I suddenly want to make — they are stunning. Their laugh — that honest, loud, infectious bellow that fills the room, never more so than when a joke is just between the two of us, bringing us to tears alone in bed — it is happiness embodied.December 22, 201610
First day.
I've applied to be a graduate student. Today is the first day of my semester, everybody must to introduce themselves and so do I. I should be excited and I am. I felt the tension when I'm with many people whom I don't recognize. I don't like situations where I'm not comfortable in it.
0 votedJuly 11, 20151The Seven Wonders of the World (1: Petra).
Petra is a Nabatean and a historical city where it's located in Jordan. This city is a symbol of Jordan because it is one of the famous tourist destination in the country, in particular and in the Arab area in general. Petra was designed by its carved stone, and considered to be one of the seven Wonders of the World.
Regarding the weather, the average maximum temperature during Summer (July and August) is about 40° and 41° while the average minimum temperature is 23° during December and February.
Petra was marked a very long and old history. The first population were nomads and a lot of scientists and historians had a big difficulty to find the trace of that population which was considered like as a part of the old Nabataean civilisation because they were living there for a long time. After the Byzantine period, the city was totally given up. Unfortunately, there are just not much sources and information to understand the whole history of the city.
Today, Petra is a big interest. UNESCO has described it as "one of the most precious cultural properties of man's cultural heritage". It has been titled as a one of the new Seven Wonders of the World in 2007 and was also chosen by the Smithsonian Magazine as one of the "28 Places to See Before You Die".0 votedMay 23, 20150(correction please) People do extreme sports because modern life is too safe and boring
I don’t agree at all with this statement. In my opinion, it may vary individually. Some people do extreme sports because they are open-minded, risky, adventurous and probably likes doing different types of sports. I believe it is connected with individual's personality. For example, there are people who does extreme sports because the sport is adventurous to them yet their life isn’t boring. Also, there are people who probably lives a boring life, does it to enjoy life. On the other hand, people who lives a safe and boring life can do other things, not only extreme sports. This is the reason why I think that it may vary individually.
0 votedMay 23, 20150Feeling a little bit sad - a recent incident
I have applied for a summer camp leader role for the past two consecutive years yet I failed. Somehow I could not figure out the reason behind. I've been hoping to travel to an English speaking country for a some time but I just haven't yet. The few countries I've only ever travelled over were like North Korea and Russia during my middle school days. I think I performed well in their interviews for the language part but I just can't figure out what's their selection criterias. Plus, I did sent a "Thank you" letter after finishing my interview, just emphasizing my strong passion for the role. Nevertheless, I think life still has to go on. I would still apply for that again even if I'm hired this year.
0 votedMay 23, 20150Where do I live?
I live in a great city in the south of Spain. Here, the weather is really nice. I could be in the street all day long because it is always sunny. The life in my city is funny. I think it is because you can do a lot of things and there will always be people roaming around the streets. In my city, there are many old buildings, especially historical buildings where here lived many residents. My city is the capital of Andalucia region. Don't you know yet where I live?
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