January 2012
47 posts
Anonymous asked: who r u
“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem...”
– Ray Bradbury
I only want you when I’m not with you. I like your company. You’re smart, you’re fun, you’re the right amount of douchery and sarcasm. I’ve gotten used to that and it’s endearing, in a way. I guess I’ve sort of figured out why you and I don’t work out as a legitimate dating couple. Despite the fact that you make for really good company, I guess there...
“And people are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t...”
– Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother Theo (July 1880)
Thanks.
I needed that. It’s a good way to start things this year. Though it kind of sets the bar pretty high, if you ask me.
Strangest way we’ve parted ways, by far. Sorry.
Shopped for other people
Had my usual fill of alone time in which I did some work (despite being on leave), read, wandered and took pictures
Met up with someone and went to that spot in Eastwood; spent about two hours just talking in the dark while taking a picture of the city lights on bulb setting
Watched the Piano Man play his usual set of awesome music
Wandered in the furniture store and...
“Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours...”
– ― H. Jackson Brown Jr.
I’m terrified that all these things I’m envisioning will not reflect well in real life; because that’s all it ever is: a reflection of the perfect idea in my head.
Like an artist, photographer or musician who gets frustrated that what he envisions goes through the canvas, the picture or the song, and by the time it reaches the audience, it’s only a shadow of that ideal...
I give up. Why? Because fuck you, that’s why.
December 2011
35 posts
2011. Meh.
There were a lot of ups and downs this year. I think they’ve cancelled each other out. For starters, I realized early on that I was in a relationship with someone I can’t get along with, save for a few trivial hobbies I learned to tolerate for his sake. I ended that, and sunk into a season of grieving. During this time, I was oblivious to the advances of someone who saw a dying...
Another one bites the dust.
Walang patutunguan pero umaandar pa rin.