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late luminescence

photo: screenshot of a danger note from january

i am so frustrated right now. i've let everything go to waste.

i'm failing my classes --- not really but basically. i wish i could p/np but a part of me also can't bring myself to. i don't even know where to begin looking for math and i almost really want to just overload myself with classes fall semester just as like punishment and to solve my issue. summer... pretty sure nothing is happening and im so mad at myself for not applying to more stuff. i'm graduating around this time next year and i don't know anything more about what i want to do than... well actually, that's not true. I guess I have more specific things I want to try, not as a result of experience, but research. But I'm not making any tangible progress and it's infuriating. I'm not really eating that well, and I'm working on it, but I don't feel like I deserve the break to cook or to eat.

And I think the hardest part of being this upset with myself is that I don't feel like I could rant about this to anyone. I don't want to or feel like I can bother anyone or I think I'll react poorly to them trying to propose solutions or comfort me and I know I have people I could call if it was ever really bad but like it's not, it's really not, I swear. Like I guess because I deserve it, I should be able to handle it. The sequence of events that have led me up to this point aren't unpredictable. I've been mentally paging through my contacts intermittently for days now, and I swear there isn't anyone. I guess that just makes me really sad too. And now I just feel bad for myself which also is absolutely not productive.

I need to do my readings.
I need to edit together my project.
I need to figure out what I'm doing in the fall.
I need to figure out what I'm doing this summer.
I need to book places to go since I'm staying.

Great, now I'm crying. I don't think my sad chinese music is helping either HAHA I feel kinda deranged just crying randomly like this. My family and friends are okay. Nobody's hurt, nobody's dying. (We're all dying--) YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. 

I want to go home.
I really don't want to go home.

I don't really know if I should be posting this, but its not like anyone will read it in the immediate future anyway.

April 16, 2025 No comments

 

photo: under bridge utrecht

on piano keys
because we never closed the piano
because we thought we’d always be back
because it’d always be there

years after we left it behind
the scavengers came and took everything
we thought we could leave
safe
at home
and i’m sure
they would’ve taken the piano
if they could

i quit piano when i was in the fifth grade
just when i started to learn fur elise
and i remember registering the defeat on my parents’ faces,
thinking i have won

the piano is still there
in a shell of my childhood
emblematic of mother knows best,
but she is also human
the scar of some growing pains

the piano
growing untuned
piano keys
untouched
unplayed
like all of my old toys
collecting
dust




April 15, 2025 No comments

 

photo: delft ducks

blushing bride old new ever-baring blue,

the simplicity
of existing
as a body
being
fluid, acted upon 
and remembering

fragrant sidewalks scattered with cherry blossom bruise,

learning,
passively active
in curiosity
and whim
the urge
to sit
on concrete

dying day meets old jacket worn from good use,

and feel
your own thought
drift
considering
freely
without purpose
or demand
or care
or want

uncapturable -- fleeting-- rapture.

April 14, 2025 No comments

photo: dunmore caves, ireland


i hang up a few seconds
after my voice breaks
and you do not notice.

i would never leave you,
and you would never leave me

but sometimes that's not how separation works.

// sometimes, it's the discovery of earth
light catching on the morning dew of a wildflower --

// sometimes, it's the seasons and land,
and all the things we swore it wouldn't be --

// sometimes, it's the imperceptible release of breath after exchanged
missed calls, untapped voice messages, late texts --

i guess
what i cannot say,
in so many words,
is that we are sampling different forbidden fruit:

pomegranate seeds, red fingertips, greek mythology,
rich springs & flowery deaths // maternal love be damned --

(and i can taste it.)

so,
when you finally turn back to see it,
don't chew on the pith.

but, just, please: 
the space,

this space,



between




does not belong
to anyone. 

(


i

will

still

love

you

.

)

April 13, 2025 No comments

 

photo: nelly's house

on our mirror:
— i’ll be out until midnight
(because i trust you enough to care)

on our microwave:
— dinner is the fridge
(because food is the way i was taught to brush the hair out of your eyes)

on our door:
— have the best day
(because)

on your car window:
— i love you
(in case you forgot)



(& i rush off giddy, because the whole point is that i won’t be here when you find what ive left)
April 08, 2025 No comments

 

photo:

is the cold of my cheeks
the wind giving violent life to hair
swirling sand at our feet, in my shoes
the chaste presses of sun dabbed at the waves, our eyes, our backs
running to waters edge
there is no room for subtlety —
we scream so that we might be heard
before the sky takes our voices
to be so serious about being silly 
there must be something about the salt
and the colors of set
birds casually silhouetted the sky
too cold, too windy, too everyday
WE ARE FROM CALIFORNIA
i know it doesn’t make sense
but does it have to?


April 05, 2025 No comments

 

photo: Leadenhall Market


you could hear a foot fall
shoulders grow small
watch the purple elephant crawl across the room

you could hear a pin drop
feel her heart stop
watch the hot breath pop a full balloon

you could hear God's whisper
the subtext while you kiss her
watch the splitting of the zipper as the world goes into bloom

April 04, 2025 No comments

 


photo: Kiefer, Stedelijk Museum Amsterdam


if you cut us down the middle,
you will never be an echo again

an 'i love you' will never be reciprocated
in such blunt and plain syllables

except by accident ---
gone just before you can grasp it ---

touch it and it will disintegrate,
the words gone.

if i lived in a house with no mirrors
where everything is new,
where nothing is ever repetition

it will never be the same again.
it will never be a home. 
it will never die.
--- will it ever be truly alive?

continuity is broken, illusion
invisible ants hanging on to blue dot
the impatient rise and fall of different (prison) cells, 
    different glassy prisms, 
made of Adam. babies born guilty.

i was delivered where the Eve bleeds into the rosy-fingered dawn 
    --- in the dark
            reborn and shattered again, where it stood
wholly alone, only caged in the freedom 
i thought i had asked for

but even regret will not stay

it is bitterly cold ---

it is blithely hot ---

the i am.

April 02, 2025 No comments

 

photo: flixbus from utrecht to antwerp

I have it stuck in my head that I am always the one who is expected to stay stagnant

to be the girl waiting back behind the picket fence who is familiar in all the ways that feel like home

but in all honesty, I am too disparate to be her

half the kitchen would be clean and the pantry would be full of all the ingredients of abandoned dreams

i'd be eating the leftovers of last week's culinary disaster

my room would be a museum of all the times i have ever loved, even if i'm only sentimental in the short term

and my desk would be covered in receipts and empty boxes of cookies,

all the postcards we bought and never made time to write

i paint my life with the best of intentions, i thought about you but not in the way that wounds

i'd either be in all day or never at all

contradiction, cyclical rebellion, oscillation, dejavu

its always the smallest things that really break you



March 16, 2025 No comments

 

photo: Van Gogh's waterlilies in Musee de l'Orangerie, Paris, France

I don't really understand what exactly I have for my appeal ---

I know its not good to talk down yourself but like I just feel ---

I'm dead weight, I'm always late, I might not flake but like

I'm certainly far cry from being the best 

I'm dead weight, when will my luck dissipate

I'm always late, and they still wait

I might not flake, but I feel sure one day they'll deem me a fake

I'm certainly far cry from being the best 

is it only a matter of time? 

most days I don't even make the sloshing rhyme,

but if I was on the stand, with a gavel in my hand,

I'm certainly far cry from being the best, so when will I fail the test?

I would deem me so unworthy.

March 11, 2025 No comments


photo: Menton, France

my love is mine mine mine

we went to nice, guys! and menton, with the lemons and the sea glass, and this lovely picture. it was nice, unironically. like, i would absolutely go back and recommend it. 


day 0
  • criminology class, i think she might've been able to tell i wasn't super engaged
  • last minute thrift for tiffany's outfit (we did an outfit swap! very proud of both the idea and the lemon skirt i found)
  • stuff our faces with things that might go bad (aka spinach, mayak eggs, fruit)
  • be public nuisances and rush to the airport
  • it ends up being so chill, we were pretty early
  • sleep, and wake up to complimentary lindt chocolate? hell yeah lufthansa
  • salivate over €7 hotdogs but cop a very large pack of biscuits
  • run away from women who want you to pay for your maybe-your-definition-of-too-big-is-flawed carry-on luggage
  • sleep, land, confusion and reddit saves us from being scammed by airport priced train tickets
  • how are train tickets €1.70?? this is so cheap?? plan to dilly dally after dropping luggage
  • I AM SO HUNGRY AND THE BURGER SHOP THATS SUPPOSED TO BE OPEN IS CLOSING

day 1
  • brief jason call in the bathroom but there's no wifi or data
  • outfit try-on time omg we are so funny and look so cute but why is it raining and why did i decide that it was a good idea to wear small backpack and then puffer over that smh
  • oh i can't speak french this is not good --- and i dropped my pastry that i just bought ---
  • (tiffany's croissant was so good)
  • accidentally not know how the train tickets work, i have to buy new tickets even though tiffany already paid
  • COASTLINE TRAINRIDE TO MENTON sleepy audrey
  • lemons lemons lemons its the lemon version of the rose parade! weird aliens and butts
  • new lemony smelling flowers... mimosas
  • BEACH BEACH model timeeeee
  • OMG AND SEAGLASS
  • free photo booth pictures!
  • overpriced lemon jewelry
  • we almost ate at a seafood restaurant and then left and then ate such good "pizza" & pesto gnocchi (was so so stuffed, gnocchi is heavy and they fed us hella bread)
  • more shopping! lemon preserves, pharmacy, more souvenirs ~
    (how i know we got ripped off with the bracelets earlier lol)
  • back to nice! actually saw monaco this time
  • matisse museum --- FREE but so tired and lwk meh... he liked naked women a lot
  • messing around at the roman colosseum ruin thingy
  • head towards promenade to catch sunset = intimidating library, old town, carnaval!
  • found flowers from the flower parade
  • sunset shenanigans with all the other people who appreciate nice beach vibes <3
  • snack? yummy churros and lwk terrible beignet
  • oh no everything is closed and we are so bored
  • reservation time finally --- so busy but THIS PLACE SHOULD HAVE A MICHELIN STAR SHOUTOUT L'EPICERIE GEORGES AND REDDIT REC I DONT EVEN LIKE BEEF AND LIKE DECONSTRUCTED PESTO ZUCCHINI PRE-BUTTERED AND SALTED AND PEPPERED BREAD CHEFS KISS UGH
  • walk home ~
  • crying on the phone on the couch why is it so goddamn cold shivering sleep time now its okay

day 2
  • i dont wanna get up... ten minutes...
  • OMG i looked like i got punched LOL my eyes aren't okay
  • brekkie take 2 = croissant, no regrets fr
  • socca @ the market! i didn't know it was a thing but tiffany ordered it, basically tastes like dad's fried scrambled egg but allegedly has lentils
  • chagall museum = also free, but so much more worth in our option --- stained glass, lithography, he loved his naked wife awwww, colorful biblical scenes as a jewish artist in europe during nazi era
  • (also i think people just liked my outfit today or something, people were really nice... or i just looked clueless HAHA ie the guard wanted me to show the inside of my jacket and i fumbled a lil and he smiled at me after on the way in AND said bye to me on the way out)
  • ...the bus never came
  • pack pack hurry hurry bye lovely airbnb...
  • most annoying TSA ever, made us lwk unpack
  • airport macarons & sandwiches
  • HOLY SMOKES SWITZERLAND IS EXPENSIVE A GIRL JUST WANTS FRIES
  • burger king... studying...shen yun...
  • albert heijn made us miss the bus and wait for thirty minutes i had no say in that
  • SLEEP

the resilience of the self under the duress of earthquakes is remarkable. you don't have to be, but you can.
February 25, 2025 No comments

 

photo: light shop in Amsterdam


AHHH ok wait there's so much to update on oops-

2/9: First: Van Gogh museum! Went with Cate, Tiffany, & Eryn, and Cate & I went through every. single. painting! more or less together, discussing all the way. I liked it a lot! --- am definitely a fan of impressionism. What was perhaps most touching was the story behind his relationship with his brother, their shared love of art, and how his sister-in-law + nephew were the people who made sure his art became known. Bought so many postcards, maybe too many postcards. Then we got giant pancakes (mine was mid af I can't order for my life --- bacon and apples in pancake no bueno) and called it a day :) ... with an accidental venture into the red light district. It's crazy how prostitution is legal here?! --- more on that later.

2/10: Delft solo trip! Shopping (came up empty, dilly dallying) + Hummus (AH) + Church + Vermeer Center.

2/11: superbowl mondayyyy: bruschetta + the eagles & guacamole & the beginning of my demise (health-wise)

2/12: criminology course coffee shop *experience* (audrey gets ousted from the weed shop... wild) 

2/13: gameco night (fun speed friending competition) + danceco hip hop + PROSTITUTION IS LEGAL HERE WHA- for ofc criminology

2/14: valentine's in den haag! : picked up my residence permit, public library-ing, aesthetic bookshop x coffeeshop, FIRE CHINESE FOOD... and lots of paper tulips :)

2/15: amsterdam : ferry to HUGE thrift shop, found a cute top for tiff (10 euro budget to buy outfit for other person) + fake chipotle

2/16: rot. be sick. 

2/17: real life werewolves start! DUN DUN DUNNNN (its so hard and so fun)






February 19, 2025 No comments

 


photo: Hellah House pizza night in Berkeley, CA 

Dear Audrey,

It's not worth it to be sad about it. It's okay. It'll be okay. I think sometimes people try to frame these things in storybooks, try to cast a villain and a hero. If only it were always that simple. You're taking a criminology course, and even just breaking the first layer makes it obvious that ethics (wuji) aren't vinegar and oil. The same complexity that makes intricacy beautiful, that makes the unfathomable appreciable, is what makes people loveable. It's why you love the Untamed. I think that's why when you get older, you come to also subconsciously learn to yearn for simplicity. The piercing, silent clamor of the cold on a winter's night. But just because you look away doesn't mean it's not there. 

I remember in show choir, the music teachers used to always tell the kids peeking behind the curtains that "if you can see me, I can see you". This is not a universal truth. Neither is its reverse.

You keep asking if there's something wrong. Is discomfort always a symptom of illness? Are you trying to feed medicine to atrophy? Are you trying to numb growing pains? You hate the feeling of metal scraping against bone, every six months in the dental office. There is always a little blood, but they've stopped telling you its an issue. 

I don't know what I'm trying to say here. In fact, I don't think I'm trying to say anything --- I am trying to piece together the present.

Sometimes I think I must be terribly uninteresting because I wish there was a manual for the right way to do things. How do you support your parents as they move apart from one another? Who do you tell when everyone told you so, and you didn't listen? When are you allowed to watch someone leave without it being called abandonment?

Because if you look back, it'll be my fault for not giving chase. It'll be me leaving. And despite whatever else is to come, I still care most about what you think of me. Is this a form of narcissism? Am I just pretending to love you if I can't love you more than I care about what you think of me? 

I hung up because you sounded happy without me. You walked away first, I swear. Please don't look back. I am weak. I am weak-hearted.

I hate how I try to masquerade under this guise of nobility. The feeble martyr. If you're going to be commit a crime, at least acknowledge your hands. Bed. Red. Lie in it, and smile, even if it feels more like baring your teeth to a dark room.

I'm hanging up now,
Audrey Sioeng

(it feels strange to end a letter like this.)

(fixed it.)

AGH.



(brittle, brittle, shhhh. stop leaving crumbs.)


February 07, 2025 No comments

 


photo: Voltaire in UCU, Utrecht (5 Feb 2025)

Hello hello helloooo... so obviously I've been awful about posting because its been a year and now I'm in the Netherlands and that's always crazy if I think too hard about it but also not that crazy now that it's been three weeks. THATS CRAZY. Anyway, the above photo is kind of what gets me through the week --- €0.60 hot chocolate (or chocomel, as is the brand here) from the coffee machines that are in every building here (Berkeley, get on this stat). Quick story time: there's a free machine in like the "office"/admin building, but last time I went the guy who shut down the bar got all confrontational with it (I'm told he is also the weird housemaster people don't love). Sixty cents isn't really worth that kind of weirdness and time, so I'm back at my machines.

Also featured in the above photo are my beloved earbuds --- I honestly don't use them THAT much, but between the book Mark lent me and that, they're kind of like safety items? Vestigal parts of my past lives, I guess you could also say.

But back to the blog: this time, I'm not making any promises I can't keep. I'll update what I update and we'll just see what happens. Because Blogger sucks and even just rotating the stupid photo above isn't a function they've built in yet... boo, hiss. We'll come back to establishing intentions in a bit.

In any case, so far I've been to some parts of Utrecht (mainly the mall) and a bit of Amsterdam (CNY fireworks + subpar lion dancing, outside of museums, Vondelpark, shopping, THE BEST INDO FOOD). Classes are kind of intense here in that I REALLY have to like be careful about at least pretending I know what's happening and like doing readings. This week I've been an awful student due to booking difficulties, but hey! Iceland & Nice are booked! That's a small miracle! And and and I keep doing extra curricular things and I have a BSN (Dutch version of SSN but the B stands for burger... I get a good kick out of that. An American citizen is like an American burger or something HAHA SEE?). I guess I've really just been trying to go with the flow, prioritize having fun and new things in general. I haven't really let myself say no yet, which sounds unhealthy but I promise it's not... yet. Movie nights with Cate & Mark? Absolutely, they're awesome. Dance class? Why not? Running with Mark and dragging Tiffany along? Uhm... fine.

Also just want to say I'm really stupid proud of myself for making myself be more active! IDK after the first run I just felt so weak and so even though I hate it, I also am trying to learn to lean into the pain and reluctance. I got farther on the second run than the first too! Probably largely because I found my breathing rhythm, but also because I dressed a lot better and wore earmuffs. Also dance is so fun! Which does not correlate to my being good at it but it's just all around like an enjoyable activity so long as I don't get in my head about how I look. Which I don't do so far because again, I suck and am just trying to keep up with the moves + I try not to be in front and see myself in the mirror.

ANYWAY main reason I wanted to write this was to kind of reflect on my relationships back home? I was so scared of what would happen and I guess now its happening but because of everything else that's happening it's like not as huge of a deal. I really missed having everyone around during CNY and like I sometimes really crave hugs, but I also feel like I'm calling like a lot. A lot of people call me too or like check in and its incredible how old that's gotten... which is terrible of me to say because I know it comes from such an amazing place of care and love. It's just a lot of me spieling the same stuff over and over again, and like I guess people think I must be having such a different time of life somewhere else. And it's in some ways true, like life is different on a surface level. But there lives are also different. And because they are different and we are all constantly growing, our lives are also the same. We have the same levels of potential. It makes a lot of sense from my side of things, but I can also see how on the other side it doesn't look like that. 

Trying to start thinking in poetry again too... we'll see how that endeavor goes. I was thinking today on the way to dance how I could describe the cold night in unconventional ways.

OH AND LASTLY INTENTIONS! I'm not really writing this for anyone else to read, but also am aware that it's on the internet and if people look hard enough they can read it. SO no super deep heart stuff about specific people, just thoughts for myself to help jog reflection :) Low stakes... hopefully higher reward.

TLDR; it's been three weeks, so I'm kind of more used to the beauty of Utrecht and Amsterdam with the canals and stuff I think? But also once in awhile the awe hits again, and it's a gorgeous feeling where everything is cold and bright against your cheeks.

Goals:
  • send out a first batch of mail
  • eat better***
  • catch up with work
  • plan & book some more adventures
  • keep up exercising!
  • call less, but also call everyone equally and at regular intervals... schedule?

February 06, 2025 No comments
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