[BGmusic: my brother on the guitar, singing The Beatles' In My Life]
This is a pretty straightforward post. For context, see 2011: The Wishlist
Dec
31
2011
Dec
14
2011
TY Frida
Tumblr cross-over copout post.
Haven’t had enough time/the right mindset to write. Sigh. I’ll get back to you, blog, before the year ends for our year-end review.
Oct
12
2011
The Deep Blue Something
[BGmusic: A Little Doubt Goes A Long Way by Reel Big Fish]
Quote for the day:
“I find you stunning but you are running me down.”
- Ingrid Michaelson, Sort Of
On my last beach trip, my girlfriends and I dared each other to see who could walk the furthest into the water, up to the point where the aquamarine suddenly turned deep blue, where shallow water sharply dipped into deadly depths [insert ominous music: tun-tun-tuuuuuun]. The rules of our little game were simple: hold each other’s hands and walk, don’t swim.
Oct
12
2011
Oct
08
2011
Oct
06
2011
DQ Presents: Personal
by Tony Hoagland
Don’t take it personal, they said;
but I did, I took it all quite personal—
the breeze and the river and the color of the fields;
the price of grapefruit and stamps,
the wet hair of women in the rain—
And I cursed what hurt me
and I praised what gave me joy,
the most simple-minded of possible responses.
The government reminded me of my father,
with its deafness and its laws,
and the weather reminded me of my mom,
with her tropical squalls.
Enjoy it while you can, they said of Happiness
Think first, they said of Talk
Get over it, they said
at the School of Broken Hearts
but I couldn’t and I didn’t and I don’t
believe in the clean break;
I believe in the compound fracture
served with a sauce of dirty regret,
I believe in saying it all
and taking it all back
and saying it again for good measure
while the air fills up with I’m-Sorries
like wheeling birds
and the trees look seasick in the wind.
Oh life! Can you blame me
for making a scene?
You were that yellow caboose, the moon
disappearing over a ridge of cloud.
I was the dog, chained in some fool’s backyard;
barking and barking:
trying to convince everything else
to take it personal too.
Sep
21
2011
Sep
20
2011
>:(
I’m not sure where this is from but it made me LMAO for such a long time [Joyce: "Bat ka ba sobrang tuwang-tuwa jan?" :-/] that I think it deserves to be exported from my tumblr.
And also this is a cop-out I-just-wanna-update-my-blog post. I haven’t had the time to write anything coherent. Reader, if you’re out there, I’m sorry. I’ll try later this week. (^_^)v
Sep
01
2011
August posts, WRU?
[BGmusic: In Repair by John Mayer]
Quote for the day:
Miss Stubbs: “You seem to be old and wise.”
Jenny: “I feel old. But not very wise.”- An Education
So another month just came and went and I have nothing on my blog to show for it. Yet again. =|
What could have happened in just one month anyway, right blog? Thirty-one days isn’t a lot when you think about it so you couldn’t have missed out on a lot, right?
Wrong! Haha! A lot has happened!
For example, just last weekend I taught myself how to knit.
Clockwise, from top-left: learning via ebook; step 6 – you can’t see it here but my manual was congratulating me for making my first stitch – yay?; a tangle – the point when I had no idea what I was doing and had to consult youtube; my many failed attempts; a little progress and my ripped jeans; my most loyal companion helping out by lying down on my ball of yarn. (more…)
Jul
22
2011
A Reoccurring Daydream
[BGmusic: Change the Numbers by Sophie Madeleine]
Quote of the day:
“Truth is more of a stranger than fiction.”
- Mark Twain
Wouldn’t it be great if we had one day dedicated to unabashed honesty, sans repercussions? Just imagine—one anarchic day to finally get that weight of your chest and admit to your fourth-grade teacher to being the one who killed off the class goldfish, to tell the boy you’ve been watching that you’ve been watching him, to confess that in reality you’re not a Pink Floyd fan—you just pretended so they would like you and you could maybe be friends. Think of all that we could accomplish in that one day; think of all the pairs of jeans-that-make-your-butt-look-big you’re going to throw out; think of the lines drawn in relationships that needed them; think of long-“forgotten” issues we can stop rehashing and finally get closure for.
The cool thing about this is what happens the next day, when our social filters kick back in. We won’t have any memory of what happened the day before, but we’ll notice how we suddenly have more space in our closets. And some of us will discover that they do have the courage to tell her she’s beautiful, or they’ll find themselves paying more attention to the quiet guy they keep running into at the photocopiers. Ill-fitting jobs will be vacated and filled by the people who want them. Without knowing how or why, fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters all over the world will look at each other with new-found understanding and respect.
Or.
Maybe nothing will happen, maybe we’ll forget and that will be that. But regardless of whether or not anything changes, our breathing will be a little easier in the lingering aftertaste of clarity, the remainder of just one day of sweet, reckless abandon. Wouldn’t that in itself be great?