Of Anna (and those I feel similarly of):
Makes me feel for a better sense of my whole-thing of being blah the such. Okay, so sometimes I don't exactly see because of my focus on other things.. and because of that I don't realize that I may come off as something else.. especially with Anna and those I feel similarly of: (Robert and Jho.. but hardly, if any.. Gil, Jon & Mitch.. but only on a good day.. and to a lesser extent is the Rubes and Wyn.. Wyn only less because I haven't talked to her in such a long time and I just now knew that.. Anyhow-and-no-I-didn't-forget-the-end-parenthesis-thing, I-left-it-out-just-because
Uhmn.. I got bored of thinking about that, actually. But I like Anna and she's what made me write of now since 1) I have a semi-plan on the 'Six' topic: I'm going to do everything like I wanted and not worry of making not-good things since that's never a possibility for myself. I am not capable of making something not-pretty, obviouslyObviously. I trust Anna knows me well enough to know I'd always do well whatever my decision, and that's what I've decided: : : : To trust Anna into and doing of what I want and myself.
Oh, and there was a '1)' so I guess I should make a '2)'; 2) I do miss her! Not because she's in Japan again, but because we've both been busy a while before her trip and busy with schooling and her testing and I think she's done a wonderful job with her life thus far. I also think she doesn't give herself enough credit for her mind.
Anna, you needn't be a visionary to be important to someone or make an impact on the world.
Anna, you like good things. You know good things.
You don't need to MAkE good things to be wonderful.
You know what they are >> just as important / or more.
Some do and make without knowing the value= What good is that?
Anyhow, you're precious, my dear!
Annnd my 'k' key is broken. I've pasted every one and might have forgotten one or more- /disclaimer.
+this is much longer than expected
+more of a letter-ish type thing
+ almost spontaneous
+i like even numbers
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Monday, September 26, 2005
tumbling and Now We Are Six
So, I'm doing it..
Deciding what is it that I want to do..
Now- of course there is what I thought of until now.. but.. I'm thinking of different options now.. BUT I can even do them all at once if I really wanted to. I know some people are doing it already.. (although it's not THAT good).. And that's not rude of me to say.. It's honest. It's not very good. I don't know if I could do something not very good.. I think too highly of myself to leave a history for people to compare my future self to.
Hmn.
This may be a very difficult decision.
Deciding what is it that I want to do..
Now- of course there is what I thought of until now.. but.. I'm thinking of different options now.. BUT I can even do them all at once if I really wanted to. I know some people are doing it already.. (although it's not THAT good).. And that's not rude of me to say.. It's honest. It's not very good. I don't know if I could do something not very good.. I think too highly of myself to leave a history for people to compare my future self to.
Hmn.
This may be a very difficult decision.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
¿yesterday.. and the other one?
Ahem! So.. I want to write of what happened these past days, but I've told the stories to 2 people already (and contrary to popular belief, I don't like my repetive-ness. ha!). I think I'll write it in as a memory.. much later.. of course. Hmn. Yes. I shall, will, and do.
Anyhow- I also wanted to start writing of what will happen tomorrow, and what has already happened today, but I can't much figure how to word it without seeming faux-Camus. Ew. haha No that there's much disgust of Camus, but I wouldn't want to seem all fanatical, either. He's probably a nice guy, but.. I don't know.. maybe I'm putting too much thought into this. Hm. That's odd, too.
So, let's give it a try anyhow:
Someone really / literally / in all truths died.. either yesterday or today.. I'm not sure when they unplugged him. I don't think it's rude of me to suggest to sister that they should plug him back in for a day so that we can keep our lunch I'd planned over two weeks ago. He's my father's uncle. I didn't know him too well. He didn't speak more then 10 English words. I have a memory of him dancing with his wife (who makes gorgeous garlic rice) in his daughter's backyard. As lame and blah as that seems, it was actually really sweet. They weren't dancing all romantic-like, they were dancing like two pudgey wrinkled old folk. It was funny.. especially since they were surrounded by drunken family and sober music. It was cold that night too.. and the kids still swam because they were visiting from over 10 hours away and didn't have access to a pool.
They're good kids.. even though they ate their watermelon slices with lime juices. They have a 14 year old sister. She's deaf and blind (both on the right side). I'll call her Sassafrass, because she'll come up again when I write on my hilarious / lovely mother. Oh, there's also a 16 year old sister.. She's pregnant by a 24 year old man. Their immediate family doesn't see anything wrong with that.. because they're getting married (or, are married by now, actually). The 9 year old is named Marco. It suits him perfectly.
..and no. I have no idea where I am going with all of this.
Anyhow, back to tomorrow.. That's the funeral. I've always thought that funerals were much prettier (aesthetically) then weddings. Not in a morbid way, just visually. Everything is pretty and calm. Not all flashy and bumpy / with buldges and noise. Everyone looks so much nicer in black, also.. sophisticated, classy, martini!
And this leads me to what was on my mind when I started writing this: Which black skirt will I wear? Hmn..
Anyhow- I also wanted to start writing of what will happen tomorrow, and what has already happened today, but I can't much figure how to word it without seeming faux-Camus. Ew. haha No that there's much disgust of Camus, but I wouldn't want to seem all fanatical, either. He's probably a nice guy, but.. I don't know.. maybe I'm putting too much thought into this. Hm. That's odd, too.
So, let's give it a try anyhow:
Someone really / literally / in all truths died.. either yesterday or today.. I'm not sure when they unplugged him. I don't think it's rude of me to suggest to sister that they should plug him back in for a day so that we can keep our lunch I'd planned over two weeks ago. He's my father's uncle. I didn't know him too well. He didn't speak more then 10 English words. I have a memory of him dancing with his wife (who makes gorgeous garlic rice) in his daughter's backyard. As lame and blah as that seems, it was actually really sweet. They weren't dancing all romantic-like, they were dancing like two pudgey wrinkled old folk. It was funny.. especially since they were surrounded by drunken family and sober music. It was cold that night too.. and the kids still swam because they were visiting from over 10 hours away and didn't have access to a pool.
They're good kids.. even though they ate their watermelon slices with lime juices. They have a 14 year old sister. She's deaf and blind (both on the right side). I'll call her Sassafrass, because she'll come up again when I write on my hilarious / lovely mother. Oh, there's also a 16 year old sister.. She's pregnant by a 24 year old man. Their immediate family doesn't see anything wrong with that.. because they're getting married (or, are married by now, actually). The 9 year old is named Marco. It suits him perfectly.
..and no. I have no idea where I am going with all of this.
Anyhow, back to tomorrow.. That's the funeral. I've always thought that funerals were much prettier (aesthetically) then weddings. Not in a morbid way, just visually. Everything is pretty and calm. Not all flashy and bumpy / with buldges and noise. Everyone looks so much nicer in black, also.. sophisticated, classy, martini!
And this leads me to what was on my mind when I started writing this: Which black skirt will I wear? Hmn..
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