thewanderingdakini I've read Anak Sastra since 2012, when a fellow free spirit writer published her beautiful piece in issue 11. I loved both Khaing's piece and the publication itself. Started in August 2010, Anak Sastra Literary e-Zine is a quarterly publication which hopes to provide a venue for Southeast Asian writers to promote their writings in English. The magazine also encourages expats, tourists, and regional connoisseurs alike to submit writings that share their experiences (real or imagined) living or traveling in Southeast Asia. The direct translation for "Anak Sastra" in Indonesian and Malay languages is "literature kid". Since 2012, I've probably submitted somewhere between 15-20 poems in different publications. (Some rejected, but kindly, Kristopher Williamson is a great writer, a generous reader and a great advocate for the writing community.) Last month, they accepted one of my poems and today it went live. It's not my first published poem but I'm definitely super excited and honored to have my work, "A Tribute To My Own State of Collapse," published in a journal I've admired for over three years. Hope you guys take some time to read the beautifully crafted Issue 20. Link is up on my bio. #literature #writing #thewanderingdakini #VSCOcam 4h

» LOG IN to write comment.

thewanderingdakini Land snails don’t seem to have a good stigma to them in many cultures due to the fact that they are slow. Most people associate that nature with being lazy and not good for much. Some snail species are even considered between the top invasive species in the world, causing great damage to agriculture and food production. The relation between humans and snails is complex and ranges from being cultivated to being pest. But with Ciracle’s Snail Hydrogel Mask, Repairing Snail Essence and Repairing Snail V3 Cream, snails are definitely far from being a nuisance. This trio of miracle contains purified and filtered snail slime material, perfect for skin regeneration and for giving your skin a cool feeling, rich with moisture and nourishment, while also tightening your skin to give the long lasting freshness you desire. These products are known to repair damaged skin and to help maintain firmness and elasticity while also protecting your skin from harmful environmental damage. Go ahead and head on over to www.phi-localy.com as stock is running low. Grab yours before they run out! 2d

» LOG IN to write comment.

thewanderingdakini I’m fascinated
with the city rooftops
and equally attracted to their view:
of restless nights; of forgotten bus stops;
the skies desolated by architected muse;

Amidst the skyscrapers I abandon all
preconceived boundaries. Downward
Distance distorts my perception–I am small like microscopic atoms within me–I drift toward
what seems so far away. Looking up
into abyss reminiscent of shut-eyed
Odysseys and steaming cups of black coffee;
I stumble on the winds; by them I’m baptized.

I want to climb each building and fall deaf
On it’s rooftop, to the euphoria of it’s clef. #thewanderingdakini #literature #writing
3d

» LOG IN to write comment.

thewanderingdakini Last Thursday, I looked out over a cityscape in Mckinley, Fort Bonifacio and saw fireworks lighting the night in every direction, heard some mosques? (not really sure) vying to trumpet out the loudest call to prayer, heard voices ringing out in celebration and welcome. It was the night before Lebaran (Eid al-Fitr) and people from all over the world had just broken their concluding Ramadan fast of the year. My boss, a freckly American expat turned to me and said, “Why are a lot of people so terrorized by this?” How pathetic it would be, to be one of those people. The marvelous little moments of glory you would miss. I’m so grateful that what I saw that night was joy in myriad and pure love. 2w

» LOG IN to write comment.

thewanderingdakini I am so grateful that the Universe took away so much from me the past months. There is now room for bigger and better things. This year, I made a promise that I would't spend so much on travel because I want to save for better things. And also because even though traveling and connecting ideas, people & dreams have always been my passion, this year feels like sort of a reset, feels like I'm returning to something sweet inside of me that got lost long ago. But I know for sure that even if I keep moving and growing, there's a kernel of truth inside of me that I'll keep coming back to, over and over again. Condé Nast Traveler @cntraveler published an article titled, "8 Destinations That Are Telling Tourists to Stay Home This Year" that includes all the places that make me continue to dream for bigger and better things. Hope this inspires you too, to dream bigger. We're at home in the world. Here's the link: http://www.cntraveler.com/galleries/2015-06-19/barcelona-bhutan-places-that-limit-tourist-numbers?fb=social #neverstopexploring #thewanderingdakini 2w

» LOG IN to write comment.

» LOG IN to write comment.

Slumber abigail bautista

» LOG IN to write comment.

thewanderingdakini I had such a lovely day today. And I’m in such a ridiculously good mood so I want to share with you, people from the other side of the world, some positive vibes to get you going. Here’s my Tuesday mantra, a quote by Julia Cameron from The Artist’s Way that encourages us to follow our dreams and to fully commit to ourselves. “It is the inner commitment to be true to ourselves and follow our dreams that triggers the support of the Universe. While we are ambivalent, the Universe will seem to us also to be ambivalent and erratic. If we look back at the times when the world seemed to be a capricious and untrustworthy place, we see that we were ourselves ambivalent and conflicted in our goals and behaviors. Once we trigger an internal YES by affirming our truest goals and desires, the Universe mirrors that YES and expands it. By trusting, we learn to trust.” #dailyaffirmation #yogini 3w

» LOG IN to write comment.

thewanderingdakini Your first time out of the country of your own skin, I didn’t bring a map. You always hated that I’d been lucky enough to pick my way through streets. I couldn’t pronounce to find cathedrals, graveyards. If you were a city, you said, I’d only like to know your suburbs. If you were a city, I said, I’d like to know your poor neighborhoods, your inner parts. Read your graffiti. Drink your tap water. Feel your smog and dirt stick to my sweat. Hear your orchestra of sirens and gunshots. I’d know which of your streets to walk. If you were a city, I’d expect to be robbed.

Heather Sommer, Traveler
3w

» LOG IN to write comment.

thewanderingdakini After the past few weeks filled with tiny glimpses of joie de vivre and a tumultuous series of “Seriously, like is this my life? Is this what the Universe has for me?” moments which is usually me frantically laughing at myself and my decisions followed by hysterical crying usually to my mom or my sister or my cousins #blessthem, I’m now spending the better part of the week, grateful for the good news coming my way, enjoying the seclusion of my room, the pitter-patter of rain and Beirut on repeat while reading Jacques Derrida’s Speech and Phenomena and Other Essays on Husserl’s Theory of Signs, anticipating on writing a collection of essays and poems solely based on this subject. My fingers are frigid as they go tat-tat-tat-tat but I feel like the ink of thoughts and reflections is boiling away wildly. I’ve almost forgotten that perpetual happiness of expressing the dialect of the heart, the joy of writing, the joy of being a dyed-in-the-wool intellectual. Oh rain, you blessing in disguise, you. 3w

» LOG IN to write comment.

thewanderingdakini Horizons. 4w

» LOG IN to write comment.

thewanderingdakini One of my Philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil—lighthouse of your universe—as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.” One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, “So you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?” “Of course not,” the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.” - Charlotte Shane, Endings #thewanderingdakini #theflowtribe #literature #passionpassport 4w

» LOG IN to write comment.

thewanderingdakini I could probably write a medium-length book around the prompt “What is your stance on the techniques on getting more ice cream at Family Mart?” #softserved #icecreamtwirl #blacksesame 4w

» LOG IN to write comment.

thewanderingdakini I had an interview yesterday afternoon, way over on the west side of Makati in a Skidmore, Owings & Merrill building that noses out over Paseo like the bow of a giant ship. I don’t know if I did well or not; I really can never tell with these things. I think I did. I remember I once pointed out the same building to a boy I like while on the roof of the Columns. This was in another life, when I did things like spend nights on the roof of the Columns. There’s a picture of me from that night, in a sheer white shirt, looking up at a sky with no stars. That was a difficult summer but damn if I didn’t have a good time. I think, someday, that’s what this summer will seem like. There’s a quote from the Aeneid I think of often: “A joy it will be one day, perhaps, to remember even this.” #thewanderingdakini #affirmation 1mon

» LOG IN to write comment.

Slumber abigail bautista
thewanderingdakini PEOPLE always want us to justify our love and loyalty for irrational and inconsequential things. You have to unriddle why you chose to stay in the expensive city, why you Facetime with the person who broke your heart light years ago. You must write a catalog enumerating why you love the city or the boy: it’s diverse and electric; he’s smart and gentle. But those are banalities, not your real reasons.

I love the city because no matter where you are at whatever hour of the night, you can sure get home with just three dollars or so. I loved the boy because he took me home to meet his family, and because the last time we were together he kissed me on my forehead. I love him now for different, more theoretical reasons: He gives really good advice. He bought me my first bottle of red wine. He shares good records. He dwells in my past and present comfortably, which only a few people can. I asked him once if it would annoy him, bother even, if I ever write about him. “No way. Of course not,” he said. “We are at peace.” Even in the worst of it all, I never thought we were at war.
1mon
  •   cardigangirl Siiigghhh. So when does your book come out again? I could read your words all day. 1mon
  •   piecesofme I hear that. 1mon
  •   binkdub Mm I like that. 1mon
  •   nookdweller Oh boy!! Love... 1mon
  •   c_xmr "why you chose to facetime with a person who broke your heart light years ago." ah, i miss you and your light presence, B1. I'll always, always love you. Kindred spirits. I'll float with you again, soon. Much love, your B2. :) 3w

» LOG IN to write comment.

thewanderingdakini the cities grow to be eviscerated of its insides–we make an armor out of life and then we give it a name, sculpting into it some stationary effect so its emptiness may radiate from the inside out. it is in this moment that i am alive and burning, burning bright; as i am slowly ebbing, only to collapse into myself. xx traces of summer's mysticism 1mon

» LOG IN to write comment.

Normal abigail bautista
thewanderingdakini This gossamer, this shade of mind, this breathing, this small sleep, this Heraclitean, this circumference, this frame of thought, this root system, this plane leaf, this noumena, this stream, this thought that is called I, this habit, this clockwork, this handiwork, this ghost house, this neighbor, this harbor, this topography, this desperate scraping, this language, this fractal light, this. - Kristen Case, “Haecceity,” TEMPLE #neverstopexploring 1mon

» LOG IN to write comment.