All I Want for Christmas

One thing I know for certain is that the holidays in the blogging world is never complete without blogmas, a special blogging tradition featuring Christmas-themed blog posts which usually run from the first of December up to Christmas Day. Continue reading “All I Want for Christmas”

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Beauty Haul: Introducing Althea Korea’s Special Christmas Box and Unboxing my Year-End Giveaway Haul

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! This holiday season, Santa Althea together with his Christmas elves and pixies from Althealand, has prepared tons of exciting events and promotions for all of us K-Beauty lovers.

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Christmas is Dead

In 2015, I will look back to this year’s Christmas and I will think of it as a joke, a prank, a comical parade of everything ludicrous and shameful in our sorry lives.

In 2015, I will remember the silence and how it muffled every sound in the world when I wished everyone a Merry Christmas. But what do these words mean other than the vacant sound of a syllabic ho-ho-ho and the empty rhythm of an old Christmas medley?

In 2015, I will remember the look on my sister’s face, the crack in her fading voice, as she whispered to me on the night before Christmas, “Hey, it doesn’t feel like Christmas at all”, and in that moment I caught myself defenseless by the honesty of her expression, by the gravity of its truth.

Tell me then, what’s Christmas supposed to feel like? What thrill must there be in our hearts, what presents must we receive, in order to feel that it is Christmas? I had nothing more to say to her other than what we both already knew and felt. I peered into her young searching heart, into her juvenile soul, and saw my own dizzying reflection. I looked away for I know what was missing.

In 2015, I will remember my mother’s face and how I see in her eyes an attempt to reconstruct our lives after the image of her own ideals. I drown in my mother’s reverie and sunk into her vast ocean dream for in there I am nothing more than a speck of dust or a splinter of wood floating helplessly in the open possibilities of the things she dream for us all.

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An Ode to Remembering

It is that time of the year again
The last of the merry months
When city lights fill
The spaces between us
Like an immeasurable vastness
Stretching for miles
Across the horizon
The imaginary line

When carols echo
Still in all its sadness
What our song could not do
What you figure
In the absence of
The familiar melody
What I fear
You knew

The past
With all its handcrafted
Mistakes
Towering towards the moon
In a bitter afterglow
Against will and reason
I remember
you

But what use of it
When you are faceless
We strangers
With no name
Like two people walking
Bumped each other
And went on
Their separate ways

First of December

Post-Nietzscheans have their ‘Christmases:’ it does not mechanically fall on any 25th subject to timezone, nor does it wore off by the fake Christmas-is-everyday occult. Post-Nietzscheans have their ‘Christmases’ not so much on the extreme of the subjective neither the objective—Nietzscheans never explain outwards, towards the dispirited. Philosophers of the Future need not be daunted by the fact the mass is hefty, that wheresoever we stretch a group of herds belie in jest, such jests are hollow—unprofound. Similiar to such masses we wear our masks but our masks are of the spirit; which mask at a given occasion we ought to wear we ourselves alone are to determine never the priest. We spirits: Will. No politics of the past impinges our soul. Post-Nietzscheans ‘Christmases’ are not of routine. Thus the herald towards honest ‘Christmases.’ Let our holidays be spent either in heavens above or in hells below! We are flying spirits. We may spent a single ‘Christmas’ along this life; at the end of the day, its not how many ‘Christmases’ one has had, post-Nietzscheans refute numbers by quality.”

Nevertheless, it is that time of the year again. It’s Christmas.

A Christmas Day

This blog does not seem to have any Holiday spirit in it. Well, except for the snow. 

“Post-Nietzscheans have their ‘Christmases:’ it does not mechanically fall on any 25th subject to timezone, nor does it wore off by the fake Christmas-is-everyday occult. Post-Nietzscheans have their ‘Christmases’ not so much on the extreme of the subjective neither the objective—Nietzscheans never explain outwards, towards the dispirited. Philosophers of the Future need not be daunted by the fact the mass is hefty, that wheresoever we stretch a group of herds belie in jest, such jests are hollow—unprofound. Similiar to such masses we wear our masks but our masks are of the spirit; which mask at a given occasion we ought to wear we ourselves alone are to determine never the priest. We spirits: Will. No politics of the past impinges our soul. Post-Nietzscheans ‘Christmases’ are not of routine! Thus the herald towards honest ‘Christmases.’ Let our holidays be spent either in heavens above or in hells below! We are flying spirits. We may spent a single ‘Christmas’ along this life; at the end of the day, its not how many ‘Christmases’ one has had, post-Nietzscheans refute numbers by quality.”

Nevertheless, Merry Christmas everyone!