"Man, I feel sorry for her."
"What? Why?"
"Because she was so sick over her trip! You know you've got it bad when you're leaning over a toilet crying, sobbing 'I hate this country!'"
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Yeah, I guess that could be an indicator. :) I've converted 2 possible skeptics into can't-stop-watching-it HEROES fans this weekend. Yesssssssssssssssssssss!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Quote of the Moment:
"I hate those bums who don't have to work but live well. My babies are going to start working as soon as I give birth to them!"
"Haha--my babies are going to stay home and be nerds like me!"
"Oh yeah? Well my babies are going to beat up on your babies for being nerds!"
"Oh yeah? Well then later my babies are going to the ones to employ your babies when you send them to work!"
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Ah, lunchtime at the office. I miss Pamelam, and the Bod isn't even supposed to WANT babies...unless to pit against other babies for baby-fights, apparently. Hahaha.
"Haha--my babies are going to stay home and be nerds like me!"
"Oh yeah? Well my babies are going to beat up on your babies for being nerds!"
"Oh yeah? Well then later my babies are going to the ones to employ your babies when you send them to work!"
...
Ah, lunchtime at the office. I miss Pamelam, and the Bod isn't even supposed to WANT babies...unless to pit against other babies for baby-fights, apparently. Hahaha.
Growing up
Separated by cities, countries, and circumstance, it feels like the JFC is reaching a new level in the land of relationships. The counterparts we once sought in close proximity have now been found at distances seemingly unfathomable. Yet through perseverance, rationality, and a sheer yearning, these bonds blossom, grow, and strengthen because none of us are willing to let go of what we are sure is so good.
Personalities, appearances, finances, morals, friendships, tastes, families, directions, motivations, dreams, realities--all of these on top of distance (actual and metaphoric) have all been put to the test, and yet here we all stand, ready for the next hurdle to be thrown our ways. Where before at the first signs of weakness the instinct was to turn tail and run--not out of fear but out of deeming it not worth it--suddenly the act is to take up arms and fight through.
Growing up? Maturing? Or something else? A little bit of all is the easy answer. But I think (fingers crossed) that this just may be the first time the JFC has really found something; those worth fighting for.
Personalities, appearances, finances, morals, friendships, tastes, families, directions, motivations, dreams, realities--all of these on top of distance (actual and metaphoric) have all been put to the test, and yet here we all stand, ready for the next hurdle to be thrown our ways. Where before at the first signs of weakness the instinct was to turn tail and run--not out of fear but out of deeming it not worth it--suddenly the act is to take up arms and fight through.
Growing up? Maturing? Or something else? A little bit of all is the easy answer. But I think (fingers crossed) that this just may be the first time the JFC has really found something; those worth fighting for.
The Opposite of a Vicious-Cycle
After I post I watch people read my blog which makes me want to read my blog which makes me want to post about my blog which makes people read my blog which makes me watch them read my blog which makes me want to read my blog which...
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Rinse, refresh, repeat
When having doubts (even when they're not your own), turn up the music and clean something. Even if the doubt remains, the dirt won't stand a chance.
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Perhaps it's a good thing that mom and dad have been monopolizing the computers at home tonight. Otherwise I would have been a slave to the screen, willing the pages to change their messages with each frantic refresh. Instead, it's been pen to paper (actually, pencil, since the ink ran dry and I needed to write) and the pages have just been flying. I feel like I just escaped.
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The water pours down onto her head and over her body as she replays the conversations of the night, searching amongst the words for a clue--a hint. She finds nothing. She turns the shower off but remains a moment to linger in the warmth of the steam. She considers that topics could have been treacherous terrain, but nothing insurmountable.
Stepping out, she wraps herself in a towel and heads to change, still puzzling to herself, not able to shake the feeling of something awry. Adding up everything at face value, it was completely normal night; kiss hello, shared dinner, conversation, close proximities, held hands, ride home, and kiss goodbye with promises to see each other again soon. And yet the notion that his mind left halfway through dinner won't leave her.
Without any reasoning board other than herself, she decides to chalk it up to over-thought and hyper-active intuition. Despite her doubt, she trusts him and his reassurances; why shouldn't she?
It's nearly midnight when her phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Hey, sorry; I know it's late."
"No worries--I was up."
"I figured."
"Yeah."
"Still want to do drinks?"
"Actually, yes, I do. I need to stop thinking."
"Uh, sure."
"I'll tell you about it when meet up. I just need to you tell me I'm crazy."
"No problem. Be there soon. In the meantime--'you're crazy.'"
"Thanks. See you."
"Yep."
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How is it that we can find water so cleansing even when that which we want to wash is intangible, like a feeling, a thought, or a dirty deed?
(Okay, so Lady Macbeth wasn't so lucky, but she immediately came to mind as I came up with that cleansing idea.)
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Perhaps it's a good thing that mom and dad have been monopolizing the computers at home tonight. Otherwise I would have been a slave to the screen, willing the pages to change their messages with each frantic refresh. Instead, it's been pen to paper (actually, pencil, since the ink ran dry and I needed to write) and the pages have just been flying. I feel like I just escaped.
...
The water pours down onto her head and over her body as she replays the conversations of the night, searching amongst the words for a clue--a hint. She finds nothing. She turns the shower off but remains a moment to linger in the warmth of the steam. She considers that topics could have been treacherous terrain, but nothing insurmountable.
Stepping out, she wraps herself in a towel and heads to change, still puzzling to herself, not able to shake the feeling of something awry. Adding up everything at face value, it was completely normal night; kiss hello, shared dinner, conversation, close proximities, held hands, ride home, and kiss goodbye with promises to see each other again soon. And yet the notion that his mind left halfway through dinner won't leave her.
Without any reasoning board other than herself, she decides to chalk it up to over-thought and hyper-active intuition. Despite her doubt, she trusts him and his reassurances; why shouldn't she?
It's nearly midnight when her phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Hey, sorry; I know it's late."
"No worries--I was up."
"I figured."
"Yeah."
"Still want to do drinks?"
"Actually, yes, I do. I need to stop thinking."
"Uh, sure."
"I'll tell you about it when meet up. I just need to you tell me I'm crazy."
"No problem. Be there soon. In the meantime--'you're crazy.'"
"Thanks. See you."
"Yep."
...
How is it that we can find water so cleansing even when that which we want to wash is intangible, like a feeling, a thought, or a dirty deed?
"Out, damned spot! out, I say! [...] What, will these hands ne’er be clean?"
--Lady Macbeth, The Tragedy of Macbeth, Act V, Scene i
(Okay, so Lady Macbeth wasn't so lucky, but she immediately came to mind as I came up with that cleansing idea.)
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
No food for you!
Starve a fever, eh? Oh I starved it alright. Monday night Pho started off alright, but as the night wore on, my body started to feel it. What had begun as a sporadic cough grew into a constant, body-shaking hack, accompanied by a complete congestion, and a total body-ache. By the time I got home and into bed, my body was starting to heat up exponentially. Morning was no better.
I was practically forced to shower in order to attempt to lower my body temperature, and despite popping the adult dosage of 2 extra-strength Tylenol, hack, congestion, and body-ache persisted. I'm not quite sure how I managed, but I survived a full day at work (though the hope had been to leave at 3--damn sales department!) and a gruelling hour-long trek home in traffic caused by the freak snow-storm.
As soon as I got in the door, I began collecting myself and all that I needed to be in bed with me. I climbed the stairs to my room and stripped out of my work clothes and straight into jammies. I crawled into bed and that's where I remained for 16 straight hours. Sixteen. Both mother and father made visits to my bedside offering me mugs of tea and warm water. I recall an attempt to return a few messages, and answering a brief phone call. Other than those and 2 trips to pee, I was bed-ridden.
I recall being both hot and cold throughout my consciousness, though regardless of how I felt, I refused to emerge from my duvet. I remember during bouts of semi-consciousness that I could hear myself softly groaning as I tossed and turned my head--my body was useless dead-weight. It was bad.
Having only had lunch the day before, and then having slept through entirely to the next day, I missed a couple of meals. Even when mother and father had tried to lure me out of bed with congee, I'd had to turn it down. So, the next morning, needless to say, I woke a little hungry. But my fever had broken, and despite the persisting cough and minimal congestion, I was better.
The consequences of starving your fever to get over it? You eat like a mofo afterwards. No joke, I haven't stopped eating since morning. A whole pot of congee, pizza, pasta, salad, dinner (chicken, rice, salad), bowl of noodles, apple, papaya, mango, and some chips. Eff.
Señorita told me that it was a good sign that I was eating so much; sick people have no appetite--healthy people have a healthy appetite. I told her it was nice of her to try to make myself feel better about eating myself fat.
I was practically forced to shower in order to attempt to lower my body temperature, and despite popping the adult dosage of 2 extra-strength Tylenol, hack, congestion, and body-ache persisted. I'm not quite sure how I managed, but I survived a full day at work (though the hope had been to leave at 3--damn sales department!) and a gruelling hour-long trek home in traffic caused by the freak snow-storm.
As soon as I got in the door, I began collecting myself and all that I needed to be in bed with me. I climbed the stairs to my room and stripped out of my work clothes and straight into jammies. I crawled into bed and that's where I remained for 16 straight hours. Sixteen. Both mother and father made visits to my bedside offering me mugs of tea and warm water. I recall an attempt to return a few messages, and answering a brief phone call. Other than those and 2 trips to pee, I was bed-ridden.
I recall being both hot and cold throughout my consciousness, though regardless of how I felt, I refused to emerge from my duvet. I remember during bouts of semi-consciousness that I could hear myself softly groaning as I tossed and turned my head--my body was useless dead-weight. It was bad.
Having only had lunch the day before, and then having slept through entirely to the next day, I missed a couple of meals. Even when mother and father had tried to lure me out of bed with congee, I'd had to turn it down. So, the next morning, needless to say, I woke a little hungry. But my fever had broken, and despite the persisting cough and minimal congestion, I was better.
The consequences of starving your fever to get over it? You eat like a mofo afterwards. No joke, I haven't stopped eating since morning. A whole pot of congee, pizza, pasta, salad, dinner (chicken, rice, salad), bowl of noodles, apple, papaya, mango, and some chips. Eff.
Señorita told me that it was a good sign that I was eating so much; sick people have no appetite--healthy people have a healthy appetite. I told her it was nice of her to try to make myself feel better about eating myself fat.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Hahaha...not funny.
Sooooo...having a good time, yukking it up over some Starbucks when my friend says, mid-laugh "...hahahahaha...oh, I'm going to puke...hahahahhaha..." which I of course find even more funny which only prompts me to laugh more and enjoy the moment even more completely...
...until I found out he really did feel like he was going to puke.
"You know when I said I thought I was going to puke earlier, I really was..."
Ugh. My brad (not a typo).
...until I found out he really did feel like he was going to puke.
"You know when I said I thought I was going to puke earlier, I really was..."
Ugh. My brad (not a typo).
Thursday, March 20, 2008
A drugged up day's delirium
Steroids steroids steroids steroids fucking the dog fucking the dog fucking the dog fucking the dog.
A little crass and on the vulgar side, but really, it couldn't be more accurately spot on. 2 more hours until the long weekend...
A little crass and on the vulgar side, but really, it couldn't be more accurately spot on. 2 more hours until the long weekend...
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Multi-tasking
I am:
- boiling my last batch of brew to chug for my skin.
- doing a load of laundry to try to clear up the laundry room floor.
- downloading new music so that I may make the most of my new iTrip.
- cutting mango for a little dream come true.
- contemplating the family border-crossing shopping-trip this weekend.
- blogging when I have other things to be doing.
- reminding myself to vacuum
- resisting the urge to play the piano now mysteriously sitting in the dining room.
- thinking I might knit a bit this weekend.
- wondering about girls' movie night this weekend.
- boiling my last batch of brew to chug for my skin.
- doing a load of laundry to try to clear up the laundry room floor.
- downloading new music so that I may make the most of my new iTrip.
- cutting mango for a little dream come true.
- contemplating the family border-crossing shopping-trip this weekend.
- blogging when I have other things to be doing.
- reminding myself to vacuum
- resisting the urge to play the piano now mysteriously sitting in the dining room.
- thinking I might knit a bit this weekend.
- wondering about girls' movie night this weekend.
Ho-humming around the house
The Christmas decorations have been long taken down, but have not been properly put away--they're still being temporarily stored in the salon. This displacement caused mom and dad to do hair-stuff up in the kitchen this weekend. Dad donned an apron and for a moment it was toss up as to whether he was going to style mom's hair or cook it. Mom only had to throw the bird once, and it wasn't even at dad.
Dad spent the other part of the weekend cleaning Brodder's room for him while mom did the reading room. My room still looks like the remains of a tornado strike. However, the intent is for me to vacuum the room while the floor is devoid of dirty laundry with my non-water filtered, steal-of-a-deal vacuum from Costco that I can probably return at any moment for a full refund.
I scrubbed and sprayed the upstairs bathroom this evening so that I could then wash my hair, then soak in a prescribed bath from my GP. After the whole ordeal, I decided to wax my legs in the downstairs bathroom, not because I didn't want to mess up my clean bathroom, but because by then I'd needed a change of scenery--insofar as bathrooms were concerned. I would have done my legs in the salon, but we already know that story.
Mom bought new night-lights for around the house that change colours every 13 (or so) seconds. Now the nights in my home are like nights in a slow-motion disco.
Even when the heat's turned down at night to save energy, my house is still incredibly warm. Like, shorts and tank-top warm. And yet, here I am fending off the early symptoms of a cold. As if I haven't taken enough time off of work already.
Quirks and quarks, oddities and all, it's home.
Dad spent the other part of the weekend cleaning Brodder's room for him while mom did the reading room. My room still looks like the remains of a tornado strike. However, the intent is for me to vacuum the room while the floor is devoid of dirty laundry with my non-water filtered, steal-of-a-deal vacuum from Costco that I can probably return at any moment for a full refund.
I scrubbed and sprayed the upstairs bathroom this evening so that I could then wash my hair, then soak in a prescribed bath from my GP. After the whole ordeal, I decided to wax my legs in the downstairs bathroom, not because I didn't want to mess up my clean bathroom, but because by then I'd needed a change of scenery--insofar as bathrooms were concerned. I would have done my legs in the salon, but we already know that story.
Mom bought new night-lights for around the house that change colours every 13 (or so) seconds. Now the nights in my home are like nights in a slow-motion disco.
Even when the heat's turned down at night to save energy, my house is still incredibly warm. Like, shorts and tank-top warm. And yet, here I am fending off the early symptoms of a cold. As if I haven't taken enough time off of work already.
Quirks and quarks, oddities and all, it's home.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday Morning
It's been two Sundays in a row now (soon to be three) that I haven't had to wake up and rush off to volleyball (which, as per my previous previous post, is not to say I haven't been playing) and I must say, it's been a long time since I've had Sundays so sweet.
Before these past two weekends, I can't remember the last time I've risen so lazily in such a warm glow of contentedness, to the sound of coffee being freshly ground and the smell of homemade congee simmering on the stove. And then to crawl from the depths of my sleeping den and into the cozy company of good conversation in the presense of my parents in the kitchen--bonus.
As much as I love the rough and tumble of a spontaneous and action-packed life, it's good to be reminded that sometimes, it's just as nice--if not nicer--to stop and smell the fresh ground coffee with the ones you love. Secretly, I wish every Sunday could be as languidly lovely as this.
Before these past two weekends, I can't remember the last time I've risen so lazily in such a warm glow of contentedness, to the sound of coffee being freshly ground and the smell of homemade congee simmering on the stove. And then to crawl from the depths of my sleeping den and into the cozy company of good conversation in the presense of my parents in the kitchen--bonus.
As much as I love the rough and tumble of a spontaneous and action-packed life, it's good to be reminded that sometimes, it's just as nice--if not nicer--to stop and smell the fresh ground coffee with the ones you love. Secretly, I wish every Sunday could be as languidly lovely as this.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
"Watch this, baby!"
It's been at the centre of too many giggles from too many people in my house to not share it with the rest of you. Seriously...who does this?
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And speaking of watching, tonight, I saw the second most pukingly romantic "I love you" confession while with the Sunday night movie girls.
You're never too old for fairy tales...especially not when they're starring James McAvoy. :)
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And speaking of watching, tonight, I saw the second most pukingly romantic "I love you" confession while with the Sunday night movie girls.
You're never too old for fairy tales...especially not when they're starring James McAvoy. :)
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Lost...again!
Played a great volleyball tournament today with my Sugar girls. We lost out in the semi-finals, but it wasn't for a lack of heart, I can tell you that. I'm pretty sure I can speak for the team when I say that none of us were upset about the loss--we'd put our all into it and came up with great results, only we lost to a better team in the end. There's no shame in that.
However, despite the great teamwork and performance, my personal end of the volleyball day ended off on a sadder note...my volleyball--given to me by these girls for my last birthday--was nowhere to be found. WAH!!! Not even half a year mine (though the broken in and battered condition might suggest otherwise) and it's gone! I'm still hopeful that perhaps someone picked it up by accident and will return it in all honesty by the next play date. We'll see. In the meantime...WAH!!!
However, despite the great teamwork and performance, my personal end of the volleyball day ended off on a sadder note...my volleyball--given to me by these girls for my last birthday--was nowhere to be found. WAH!!! Not even half a year mine (though the broken in and battered condition might suggest otherwise) and it's gone! I'm still hopeful that perhaps someone picked it up by accident and will return it in all honesty by the next play date. We'll see. In the meantime...WAH!!!
Email to me
Hey,
Good line I just wanted to share....
"Find a person who loves you for who you are...The right person is still gonna think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person worth sticking with."
Squiggly
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1334 - Thanks for the great line from Juno; who knew you'd watch such a movie, unless with your own ray of sunshine? ;)
Good line I just wanted to share....
"Find a person who loves you for who you are...The right person is still gonna think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person worth sticking with."
Squiggly
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1334 - Thanks for the great line from Juno; who knew you'd watch such a movie, unless with your own ray of sunshine? ;)
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Song of the Moment: "Better Together" - Jack Johnson
There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart,
our dreams, and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer
at least for most of the questions in my heart, like
Why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together
Mmmm, It's always better when we're together
Yeah we'll look at the stars and we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah it's always better when we're together
And all of these moments
just might find their way into my dreams tonight,
But I know that they’ll be gone
when the morning light sings
and brings new things
for tomorrow night you see
that they’ll be gone too,
too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way
into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression
i was somewhere in between
With only two,
Just me and you,
Not so many things we got to do
or places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree, now,
Yeah It's always better when we're together
Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together
I believe in memories
they look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
There is no, no song I could sing
and there is no combination of words I could say
but I will still tell you one thing
We're Better together
...
Me and my iTunes get so bombarded with media from random visitors/users that there's no way I can keep track of all the songs that get added. This song surfaced tonight and caught my attention because it was just so cute. Yesterday's song to surface was "Ache" by James Carrington. And then Monday, Mr. Bon Jovi did a cover of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" as one of his encore numbers--oh if I could have recorded that! Not only was his redition true to Mr. Cohen's romantic croon, but when the whole of the ACC sang along during the chorus and the entire complex echoed back the reverb of tens of thousands of voices singing together...!!! *sigh*
Definitely achingly better together, hallelujah.
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart,
our dreams, and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer
at least for most of the questions in my heart, like
Why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together
Mmmm, It's always better when we're together
Yeah we'll look at the stars and we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah it's always better when we're together
And all of these moments
just might find their way into my dreams tonight,
But I know that they’ll be gone
when the morning light sings
and brings new things
for tomorrow night you see
that they’ll be gone too,
too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way
into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression
i was somewhere in between
With only two,
Just me and you,
Not so many things we got to do
or places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree, now,
Yeah It's always better when we're together
Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together
I believe in memories
they look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
There is no, no song I could sing
and there is no combination of words I could say
but I will still tell you one thing
We're Better together
...
Me and my iTunes get so bombarded with media from random visitors/users that there's no way I can keep track of all the songs that get added. This song surfaced tonight and caught my attention because it was just so cute. Yesterday's song to surface was "Ache" by James Carrington. And then Monday, Mr. Bon Jovi did a cover of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" as one of his encore numbers--oh if I could have recorded that! Not only was his redition true to Mr. Cohen's romantic croon, but when the whole of the ACC sang along during the chorus and the entire complex echoed back the reverb of tens of thousands of voices singing together...!!! *sigh*
Definitely achingly better together, hallelujah.
While in the kitchen
- It's lonely cooking for one.
- My future home is going to have a full set of (matching) silverware, but about a billion extra teaspoons. Company's best when you've got good drinks to warm you from the inside too.
- Until my place becomes the party place, a dishwasher seems a luxury.
- I am too easily distracted from cooking when there's blogging I can do.
- Week-old leftovers are always still fair-game; expiry dates are only suggestions to get the stock moving.
- Coffee grinder and percolator are m.u.s.t.s.
- Kitchens must have a penisula if not an island.
- My kitchen will have stainless steel appliances.
- I like washing chopsticks when there's a whole wad of them; I like the sound they make when they rub together.
- With rubber gloves, I can wash with immeasurably hot water--mother would be proud.
- Kitchens are where the warmest things happen; meals, drinks, and conversation. It's where I come for a good dose of soul food--and I'm glad that others feel compelled to join me here too.
Words of an unencumbered sweater
She bursts home with her usual enthusiam with her company. Finding it too warm, she sheds her sweater, tosses it casually in her usual manner on the closest chair, and busies herself in the kitchen with a little help. The smell of fresh ground coffee soon percolates through the air as the conversation keeps up its steady clip.
Topics are touched upon, subjects skimmed, and dreams are dabbled upon before becoming full blown agendas, detailed down to the dinner settings. Music plays. Eyes catch, bodies brush. The hours race by and too soon she finds that their mugs are empty and the night is over. Sincerely saddened goodbyes are exchanged and after one final embrace, she closes the door behind her night's company. After a pause, she returns to the room and notices something that proves to warm her more than all that came before; her sweater lies neatly folded on the counter.
...
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
--"You and I Both," Jason Mraz
Topics are touched upon, subjects skimmed, and dreams are dabbled upon before becoming full blown agendas, detailed down to the dinner settings. Music plays. Eyes catch, bodies brush. The hours race by and too soon she finds that their mugs are empty and the night is over. Sincerely saddened goodbyes are exchanged and after one final embrace, she closes the door behind her night's company. After a pause, she returns to the room and notices something that proves to warm her more than all that came before; her sweater lies neatly folded on the counter.
...
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
--"You and I Both," Jason Mraz
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Just to re-iterate...
...kinda dumb sometimes. :)
Even though my stomach may be a little more than comfortably full, I'm sitting very comfortably on my couch watching a CSI marathon while alternating between knitting and blogging. My movies are finished for the weekend (Bridget was more than entertaining once again) and my loves have left me, but promises to revisit have been made. I could be sad, but why? Tomorrow is not only another day, but I've got a date with more girls and Mr. Jon Bon Jovi!
One more note: I got brodder to read mom her horoscope (which is the same as mine) out loud in front of the rest of us, and mom was in tears by the time he got to "...you might end up crying." It was a great time.
...kinda dumb sometimes.
Even though my stomach may be a little more than comfortably full, I'm sitting very comfortably on my couch watching a CSI marathon while alternating between knitting and blogging. My movies are finished for the weekend (Bridget was more than entertaining once again) and my loves have left me, but promises to revisit have been made. I could be sad, but why? Tomorrow is not only another day, but I've got a date with more girls and Mr. Jon Bon Jovi!
One more note: I got brodder to read mom her horoscope (which is the same as mine) out loud in front of the rest of us, and mom was in tears by the time he got to "...you might end up crying." It was a great time.
...kinda dumb sometimes.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Meant to tell you...
LIBRA - The Lame One
Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! However, not the kind of person you want to mess with... you might end up crying... Libras can cause as much havoc as they can prevent. Faithful friends to the end. Can hold a grudge for years. Libras are someone you want on your side. Usually great at sports and are extreme sports fanatics. Kinda dumb at times.
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Found this horoscope stuff a while ago. I love the last line about me. I'll probably try to write a bit more about it later, bur for now, I'm out to go drink my kinda dumb self SENSELESS. TGIF.
Read your own stupid horrorscope (not a typo) here. I wanna kiss an Aries...
Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! However, not the kind of person you want to mess with... you might end up crying... Libras can cause as much havoc as they can prevent. Faithful friends to the end. Can hold a grudge for years. Libras are someone you want on your side. Usually great at sports and are extreme sports fanatics. Kinda dumb at times.
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Found this horoscope stuff a while ago. I love the last line about me. I'll probably try to write a bit more about it later, bur for now, I'm out to go drink my kinda dumb self SENSELESS. TGIF.
Read your own stupid horrorscope (not a typo) here. I wanna kiss an Aries...
Thursday, March 06, 2008
A Welcome Regression
"Are we in high school?"
"No, we're in love."
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Stolen from Boo, it's a great simile to the way you act when love finds you at the most unexpected moment, in the most unexpected way, and in the most unexpected person. It finds you and it hurtles you back to feelings you thought you grew out of; old sensations thought lost resurface feeling brand new again.
You blush deeply when your paths cross, you're immeasurably giddy when together, you smile at thoughts of love incessantly, you warm when you have the chance--any chance--to hold hands. You giggle as you quietly nuzzle in rooms that don't belong to you. You tell little white lies that you don't have to about where you are or who you're with simply because you don't want to share. You tingle every time you kiss; your heart races every time they tell you they love you back. You find yourself holding your breath for no other reason but because you feel if you don't, everything inside just might burst.
I'm so in love with love, that even if I didn't have my own, I'm just as thrilled when others find it.
"No, we're in love."
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Stolen from Boo, it's a great simile to the way you act when love finds you at the most unexpected moment, in the most unexpected way, and in the most unexpected person. It finds you and it hurtles you back to feelings you thought you grew out of; old sensations thought lost resurface feeling brand new again.
You blush deeply when your paths cross, you're immeasurably giddy when together, you smile at thoughts of love incessantly, you warm when you have the chance--any chance--to hold hands. You giggle as you quietly nuzzle in rooms that don't belong to you. You tell little white lies that you don't have to about where you are or who you're with simply because you don't want to share. You tingle every time you kiss; your heart races every time they tell you they love you back. You find yourself holding your breath for no other reason but because you feel if you don't, everything inside just might burst.
I'm so in love with love, that even if I didn't have my own, I'm just as thrilled when others find it.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Not even love
"Would you ever tell me if you fell in love with someone else?"
"There is no one else; I love you."
"I know that now, but would you tell me if you fell in love with another?"
"Yes."
"Thank you."
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Nothing is forever. Many things come close, but in the end, it's best to be honest--I would prefer painful honesty over hurtful lies.
Someone I loved once told me that if anyone was to find themselves wandering into the affections of another, it was because not everything was right at home; you could only blame yourself for not keeping your home in order. It seemed so sorrowfully venerable coming from him as he himself had found himself with the consequences of such an unkempt home.
I'd want be told to my face that I was being a slob and that other houses were more inviting. That way, I could either clean up my act, or take out the trash.
"There is no one else; I love you."
"I know that now, but would you tell me if you fell in love with another?"
"Yes."
"Thank you."
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Nothing is forever. Many things come close, but in the end, it's best to be honest--I would prefer painful honesty over hurtful lies.
Someone I loved once told me that if anyone was to find themselves wandering into the affections of another, it was because not everything was right at home; you could only blame yourself for not keeping your home in order. It seemed so sorrowfully venerable coming from him as he himself had found himself with the consequences of such an unkempt home.
I'd want be told to my face that I was being a slob and that other houses were more inviting. That way, I could either clean up my act, or take out the trash.
In the Sleepy Monster's clutches
Why is it that last night, with no other late-night obligations, I crawled into bed at 10:30pm--the earliest in a LONG time--and slept through to this morning (even a little late) and yet here I am at my desk, falling asleep?!
I am seriously on a burn-out. I just want to say 'no' to everything that comes across my plate. I want to call in sick every morning for the extra sleep. I want to skip all commitments in the evening so that I can just catch-up on everything (ask me when the last time I vacuumed was). I want to do all of that, but in the end, I can't because one day or night off from anything and I'll fall hopelessly behind.
But then, there are the littlest things that keep me going. Making it to tier 3. Eating dinner all together. Curling up on the couch for even just a moment. The simplest things make me forget the exhaustion and remind me that all of it is worth it.
I am seriously on a burn-out. I just want to say 'no' to everything that comes across my plate. I want to call in sick every morning for the extra sleep. I want to skip all commitments in the evening so that I can just catch-up on everything (ask me when the last time I vacuumed was). I want to do all of that, but in the end, I can't because one day or night off from anything and I'll fall hopelessly behind.
But then, there are the littlest things that keep me going. Making it to tier 3. Eating dinner all together. Curling up on the couch for even just a moment. The simplest things make me forget the exhaustion and remind me that all of it is worth it.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
You know --- when...
You know someone's at the office working on the weekend when you call in and the hold/transfer music on the phones is some crazy random sheit like PCD, David Usher, and Josh Groban. Actually, if the hold music is that, you can go one step further and know that it's ME at the office working on the weekend. :)
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