February 2012
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write
i want to do beautiful things but things that don’t concern you. and i can only write when i am sleep-deprived and only at night, but lately i have been sleep-deprived and cannot make it past 12am.
warm winter sunlight in the kitchen shy shadows in the corner the angle won’t allow any coaxing there is always that one corner only touched by the artificial fluorescent, unscented,...
REGRET
sometimes, my mind just screams “REGRET.” no exclamation point, just a loud word in my head, and it instantly stops every ounce happiness in my body.
1) bought a frap! can’t wait to drink it, yumm! *first sip* “REGRET.”
2) i really want this. yeah, i’ll buy it. suh-weet, i’m doing it! *swipes card* “oh f— REGRET.”
3) ahh, i don’t...
January 2012
20 posts
angela and i can get lazy with words
instead of “did grandma make this?” it goes like this:
me: *opens fridge* what’s in this container? grandma? angela: yeah, grandma me: oh good, hungry.
“au milieu de l’hiver, j’ai découvert en moi un invincible été”
– albert camus
buzz. buzz. buzz. against the surface of a desk or the denim of a jean pocket. the sound of a phone vibrating without a ringtone makes me sad. not sure why. it’s just a sad sound. i think it started in high school.
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my mind can think of few beautiful things, but at least there are still a few. your teeth. coffee and sunlight. muted colors. floating in a pool as meteors streak across the sky. the world is soundproof that way. your eyes are more reliable that way.
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December 2011
42 posts
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if i could capture the cold in photographs, i’d imagine half-lit cigarettes kissing the frame, smoke curling around the edges of the coated paper, lifting it into the air as ashes float from embers. a funny thought, to capture cold through visions of warmth, like realizing affliction through the absence of complacency. are you aware of that passiveness without an opposing force?
in addition to my last post
i could totally go back to t9. it didn’t screw me over half as much as a touchscreen keyboard does.
oh, except for the time my nokia didn’t know how to spell “raccoon”
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omfg
when my iphone’s autocorrect is trying to be so helpful that it takes me 10 seconds to keep retyping the word i want.
osuso asked: thanks grl! do you design as well?
an end of a chapter
osuso:
twas fun singapore. you gave me bad grades, a weird heart, a (more) open mind, a lighter wallet, and a drive to be more.
at risk of sounding dramatic, i feel as if i left a part of me there. i’m in a long distance relationship with myself, ha! i’m sure i’ll come visit again. i might even go work over there at ogilvy.
wishful thinking.
not creepin, ok. i just appreciate good design.
nice
sometimes i have the urge to say nice things to people out of nowhere. compliment them about something i’ve always noticed but never cared to mention. “i love the way you describe things.” or compliment a stranger about something i noticed right off the bat. “your teeth look so great.”
it’s surprising what you hear back from others. not just a “thank...
i used to hate all kinds of food. and then my palette became more sophisticated. i started appreciating all kinds of food. this? sure, i’ll try it. that? of course, i’ll have some. dessert? don’t mind if i do. late night eats? ANY time eats!
and so i gained 10 lbs in three months.
i still hate cake.
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“i think i’m f…”
and the sunlight looks so friendly when you’re in bed. it peeks through the slits of the blinds and travels across your room. each minute you spend searching for your words, it inches towards your chest, your neck, your chin. it hovers on your lips, trying to coax the unspoken syllables from your mouth.
the body next to you shifts and patiently says...
backwards
i do everything backwards. i used to think it was a few things, but the list keeps getting longer…
- read magazines starting from the last page - count drawers/shelves from the bottom up - read the last words of a sentence first (have to restrain myself on the last page of a book), then read first words to the middle and piece it together (also, if you send me a text with more than one...
damn, didn't catch anything
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making sense
sometimes i keep stories in my head from when i was younger in case i one day have the knowledge to figure out what it all means.
example:
when i was about 6 years old, my 13-year-old friend told me a story about angels. she said she was almost in a car accident, but the moment the car stopped, she saw a bright green light cross her path. she believed it was an angel guarding her and saving her...