February 2010
16 posts
fuck,
this is harder than i thought. i don’t even know anymore, i don’t.
January 2010
16 posts
i feel that change coming on. i can’t quite put my finger on it, not quite yet, but know that i’ll be here to let you know when i’m ready.
… so this is it, isn’t it? i’m ready to let myself just be happy. this pursuit of happiness—it’s all we’ve always strived for, isn’t it? all we’ve ever wanted. the things that separate us are...
“i read somewhere of how important it is in life, not necessarily to be strong,...”
is it really that impossible for me to not dwell...
it’s overwhelming. i miss that whirlwind of change, which i would never, ever realize the true worth of until it’s gone, passed. i miss listening to the beatles on repeat for days, weeks, months. i miss the summers, when i was always convinced that it was indefinitely the greatest moments of my life. i miss traveling, the feeling of treading foreign ground, i miss unfamiliar faces....
singing is really therapeutic
there is nothing really like the roll of words on the tip of your tongue. the freedom for loudness and off-key notes as needed be. nothing like the melodies and the ease, the brazeness i’m only so willing to embrace upon the chance.
i don’t know, something about it, that certain je ne sais quoi!
i don’t mean to be so sullen, really. i’m a happy girl—just easily tangled, easily caught up.
ah, give me clarity. what will you do when the curtain falls? left. right. left. right. left. right.
we know the price of everything, but the value of...
they’ve got me thinking, hmm.
one day, maybe.
i’m tired of thinking this. from time to time again, the thought of the permanence is enough to bring me down, even if it is a fleeting thought, a small hindrance. and then i’ll think back to all those days, wondering why, how. time starts to add up, i guess, and i’m trying to forget something that’s eternally marked.
is it too much to ask for? i just want...
i feel changes on the tip of my tongue, on the pads of my fingertips. it feels like everything is suddenly so imminent, within such overwhelmingly close proximity, available. vulnerable. and for once, i am making that effort to cultivate the abstract into something tactual, concrete. something for my own. i’ve always been afraid to pursue something for fear of the undertaking. i’ve...
watching julie and julia (i thought it was entertaining, all right, a film revolving around the concept of food? … hi, i’m totally in) makes me wish i was more experienced in homecooking! as of now, i can successfully make a few things, albeit simple, with minimum key ingredients (i’m getting over my irrational fear of turning on the stove). but how sweet would it be to prepare...
it’s hard to explain, but i feel such ineffable joy whenever i see that you two are happy, enjoying life. it hasn’t been easy, i know. and yet there exists that passion for living in the here and now, cherishing each little thing… the adventure. i hope to see that this year brings good things to the two of you, because you deserve it, above all.
i’ll take care of you, if you ask me to, in a year...
♥
i’ve been having good days, thank you so much.
don’t stop me now.
i’ve developed a strange love for sushi, when, months ago, i thought it was the most disgusting thing in the world (next to celery, of course).
my, my, how we change.
reflection of 2009
My mind is slightly weary and worn by the days, and my words seem anything but fluid and refined—but I’ll tough this one out. It seems that I can’t really rest my mind while the thought of an incomplete reflection (late, no doubt) lingers about, so here’s my attempt at recapping a year that seemed to fly through my fingers so swiftly—and maybe not as easily or painlessly as I had hoped. But in...