March 2012
3 posts
dental check
cavities: a dilution of what used to be, the reduction of a whole. how to define a cavity when the whole keeps changing? if something is simultaneously decaying and growing, there cannot be a standard of what 100% is.
a hole is the absence of matter where its existence is expected.
but when expectations change, and the outline of the whole is altered, holes are no longer holes; they become the...
Another
Seven years of replaying the same moments
They’ve become so skewed
What color was your cap
Sometimes it’s denim blue, but those are the times I’m not sure
It sits to one side on you as you walk down the outside of that mall, or walk up, walk (towards), and it was sunny but the heat wasn’t from the sun
And how much did I have to crane my neck
To blink at your blinks
...
January 2012
2 posts
That awkward moment when you fall in love with a...
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December 2011
1 post
Self Inspection
My room is in constant pandemonium because I am completely capable of seeing a clutter of mess and stepping right over it. Socks, knickers and jackets mingle with food containers in little mountains scattered over the carpet, and the curving path remaining is what I travel through to navigate around. Want to leave? Find a way to the stairs.
Reflection on how I deal with the mess in my life.
Not...
November 2011
2 posts
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tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
October 2011
1 post
YeahSaturdayYeah
As usual, slept my day away.
Some room cleaning.
Watched Eli vids till I grew conscious of myself <333
walmart.com, target.com, urbanoutfitters.com, asos.com
Put nail polish in a row.
I don’t have a hanger for this? On the ground.
New curtains are very transparent and non-perv-proof.
Called my bro and gave him a lecture on how evil girls are.
Tore a page out of notebook:...
July 2011
1 post
Aging Shoulders
As I trudged up the stairs after the most random date with Mr. X, I realized my shoulders were drooping, like they’d suddenly become aware of gravity’s pull from earth’s core and wanted to leave me armless and groveling on this long climb.
They drooped like they will when I’m sixty seven, is what I decided.
If spending five hours with Mr. X will make my shoulders feel...
March 2011
2 posts
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February 2011
1 post
Kelly Clarkson Lyrics on a Night Ride in OH
Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories are haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
He was in his uniform that night. She remembers. Navy button down, khakis all nice and ironed. When he took his shirt off to dance, she snuck a furtive glance at his white wife beater and thought to herself: not bad. What she meant was: not bad at all, like holy freaking cow. It took 15...
November 2010
2 posts
Boys Are Like Food
In the art dome, 3am, chomping down my super nachos.
Some boys are like nachos.
They’re good at first but if you let them sit for a while, they get soggy. If you’re really, really hungry, they’ll do, but it’s probably because the fridge is empty. Though there are people who like soggy nachos.
Some boys are like ramen.
What you crave in the middle of the night....
Some Part of a Greater Existential Crisis
Do I feel this picture? Yes.
But
Is away where I want to be?
Do I need someone to take me?
I don’t know.
Solitary traveling: an activity I will one day develop enough courage for.
As for now,
let’s, let us, you and I;
why don’t we go see giraffes and polar bears on the same day wouldn’t that be something.
October 2010
1 post
Relativity
This is a note to future self.
Every situation is relative, everything depends on context, hence everything can be swayed with WILL POWER.
Example:
“Okay just let me peep my foot out from under the covers OMFG it is so cold how is my body supposed to withstand this weather I will definitely get a cold and then I’ll be sick for a long time and that’s no good so I’ll just stay here for a bit...
July 2010
3 posts
50 Movies
I continue in my attempt to complete this crazy homework assignment before the summer is over. Movies are great, but fifty of them brings movie-watching to a whole new level. At least, thanks to Chaon, they’re all interesting ones, albeit a couple disturbing films here and there.
My top three so far:
1) Memento
I had no idea who Christopher Nolan was when I watched this. All I knew was he...
Before I Forget Eric
Sturdy shoulders, reflective green eyes.
Tattoo peeked out from his left shirt sleeve. It was of two salamanders, and they coiled up his lean arm in dark green curves.
They were beautiful. I traced the perfect lines contouring his muscles. The details were fascinating.
A crocodile covered his left rib, a prehistoric fish his right chest. Right arm: comodo dragon standing on a rock.
*
“I...
My Man
Urban Outfitters, picked out a couple of shirts for Winston. I figured it was time he experienced the V-neck.
Counter, skipped waiting in line because I was paying with debit. Do New Yorkers carry cash on them all the time? Are they not scared of being mugged? Do muggers go for cash or credit cards?
Anyway, counter, scanning them barcodes and the cashier asks me if I was buying clothes for My...
June 2010
1 post
Of Ifs and Perhapses
Different wavelengths brought them together. If they were colors, she would be blue and he would be pink, a faded, thoughtful pink that evaded the world’s daily blunders, a pink that would only alter her blue by a little if mixed in. She was cool and he was not hot but warm, at least that’s how they came across to the world. They resonated and got indeed very hot and very purple, the strong,...
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May 2010
3 posts
Stef Responds to A-level Graffiti
Do you have stairs in your house?
We rock an apartment. It’s pretty sweet having an elevator.
be careful, your ignorance is showing
I stopped caring the day I exclaimed loudly that Stevie Wonder’s white.
Question Mark?
The Marks I know might not be the best people for questioning…
WHAT IF THE HOKEY POKEY IS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT?
Then I would not mind dancing to my death.
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Stick Figures
Actually, I don’t think I ever drew stick figures. My earliest depictions of the human body consisted of circles, shapes that made them look like cactus-people with prickly hair. Mom had a skirt, Dad had glasses, and I was a lot, lot shorter than they were.
Just a couple circles each did the job. The lines were wobbly and amateur, but the subjects at hand were still generally understood -...
March 2010
3 posts
i'm so scared of getting stuck
in a place where i’m no longer improving, challenging myself, getting better
i learned the other day that my procrastination is a result of the perfectionist in me: i’m so scared of failure that i put off trying for as long as possible
is this the attitude that’s going to take me places?
i doubt it.
“the imperfect is what is most perfect”
i still remember your...
Vicious Eating of an Orange
Tore skin off
Liquids sprayed with each rip
Crushed meat to limp pulp
Devoured what’s left
It wasn’t that good of an orange, really.
The Mind, The Mindful
There’s something about looking through old pictures that stirs up a weird tension of nostalgia, contentment and fear.
The mind is such a strange thing. Each picture brings back a memory that is linked to a chain of memories, not in a chronological way or any way that makes particular sense, but more like flashes of color that intricately trigger one another through ways past explanation.
...
February 2010
1 post
Do I Or What?!
Do I have I-can’t-sleep-before-4:30am syndrome or what?
Do I watch How I Met Your Mother until 4:30am every night or what?
Do I love Barney Stinson even though in real life he’s gay or what?
Do I think Robert Downey Jr. is the sexiest man I don’t find physically attractive or what?
Do I lose my room keys, hence getting myself locked out every other week or what?
Do I swallow...
December 2009
1 post
November 2009
2 posts
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Tall Guys in Bathrooms
You know what’s really weird? Tall guys in co-ed bathrooms.
Just because today I was still in the process of utilizing toilet paper when someone came into the cubicle beside me and started to urinate.
I finished wiping off, pulled up my knickers and jeans, flushed, zipped, buttoned, headed out (in that precise order)…
And saw a head.
Guys who are taller than the cubicle walls can...
Real Things
I don’t want to live a life where I’m already tired at the age of 19. Sometimes I study for the love of knowledge, and when those times do come around, a college education seems like a blessing. It’s so expensive, learning. And yet I wonder if this learning is what is practical and real. Am I going to get a job because I have learned about such and such? It’s all just...
October 2009
5 posts
Infidelity
Marriage. The term seems to be on a downhill journey of becoming less and less legitimate, less substantial, because there’s always something called a divorce that can clean things up, right? With Plan B ready and waiting, it’s a half-hearted committment to start with. No matter how passionate and dedicated you were when you put the ring on, divorce is a escape chute of relief that...
Demise of the Bulldog
I was walking back to Talcott from Ginko’s this afternoon when I encountered this sad, sad situation.
At first it looked cute from afar - happy young girl out with happy small dog, but as the subjects neared me, I was enlightened.
The harsh reality: emo teen girl out torturing enslaved old dog.
The girl was moving at THE MOST AWKWARD PACE she could relative to her poor canine. She was...
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On Opportunity Cost
Stumbling upon tumblr and making YUCK?, I have withstood the opportunity cost of reading chapter 11 of Mankiw for Economics, finishing chapter 4 of Arráncame La Vida for Español, and sleeping early.
To master the skillful art of procrastination is no easy task. One can only proclaim such after ticking off the following requirements:
One indulges in multiple doses of the activity on a daily...