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.
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.

This is the cover of one of my favorite children’s books. It’s about great friendships and death and the afterlife. If the world ends tonight, I want us to take our cues from there.
So here’s the gameplan: I expect a lot of dancing in heaven, so you’ll recognize me by how, graceless even in the afterlife, I’ll be making a fool of myself in that cloudy disco. Sing to me a song we both loved, and even if our memories of each other have been fogged up and erased in the transit between earth and sky, deep down we’ll know that we have found each other once again. Let’s sit down and have a picnic with our childhood pets. You bring cheese sandwiches and I’ll bring juice and fruit for past hamsters/kittens/bunnies/puppies/gerbils/etc. We’ll start from the beginning. Tell me your favorite colors and ice cream flavors. Show me your best tricks: roll your tongue, cartwheel, burp through the alphabet, anything. Just take your time, because it’s you and me, me and you, together again in a whole lot of eternity.
Disclaimer: Just so you know, I don’t believe in all this May 21 rapture day crap. Everyone knows the world’s going to end in 2012…..
Sons of Adam,
I am fast losing hope in your kind.
I don’t want to hate you – I really don’t – so if you’re reading this, please try to act like decent human beings.
Truly tired of dealing with jerks and
Sincerely wanting to renew her faith in you,
Daughter of Eve
[BGmusic: I'd Rather Be With You by Joshua Radin]
Quote for the day:
Oh, I don’t wanna know, oh, I don’t need to know
Everything about you…
And you don’t need to know that much about me.- You and I, Wilco
Something to think about: do you think it’s possible for someone to truly know another person?
My sister, on one of her more introspective moods – products of what I suspect is PMS and too much emo music - asked me this question sometime last week. She thinks that it’s impossible, and I kind of agree, because hey, we-the-people-of-this-earth are hella messed-up. But I also think that people have different degrees of knowability [that's not a word but I'm sticking to that term for the sake of this discussion-slash-monologue]; for example, you only need to spend a few days with Ms. X to feel that you’ve known her your whole life, while Mr. Y remains a mystery even after spending a lifetime with him.
Dear Headache,
This will be my first and last letter. Enough is enough. I’ve been letting you bring out the worst in me, and I will not make patol to you henymore. I will not talk, I will not write, and I will control my body language. No more drama. No no no no drama.
Sincerely,
DQ
A lamp; being a moth only gets you burned.
[Sometimes it's okay to sit and wait.]
A shield; knights in shining armor are hard to come by these days.
[And I'm no damsel in distress.]
Band-aids. Lots of band-aids.
[In all colors, patterns, and sizes. Preferably sparkly.
Having a hurting heart doesn't mean I have to stop smiling.]

[BGmusic: Love is Only a Feeling by The Darkness]
Quote for the day:
My dad: “Remember when we brought you to Kalay and -”
My mom: “I cried.”
My dad again: “We were looking at four years ahead of us. Now, three months. Three months.”- talk over dinner at a Chinese restaurant back in January
Dear Wordpress,
My golly, it’s been a while.
A lot has happened since I disappeared from the blogosphere.
By faith, I’m going to be graduating in two months.
Because of my thriving love affair with the sun, I am now officially tall, dark and handsome. Awhile ago I realized that I’m now darker than my brother, which was both pretty cool and freaky at the same time.