Loving Strangers - Russian Red
"Give me a coin and I’ll take you to the moon”
There would always be that girl who you will always consider to be beautiful in its cleanest sense. Even if she’s not a celebrity and you barely know how she really is, she would always pass your discriminating taste.
Sure, you had spent less than 0.5% of your life breathing her air and talking to her in person. But still, you search her on Facebook and look at her photos. How come she always looks so happy? and then you tell yourself that she must really be a nice person because really, though “angel” is so clichéd, it felt like the word was invented for her.
I mean, who is able to smile like that and be evil?
Wednesday, Apr 23, 2014 / 0 notes
Perks of Being a Sunflower. A dying sunflower.
Wednesday, Apr 23, 2014 / 0 notes
Staycation means we just want to marry our bed, be haphazardly relaxed, and feel like we own the home to ourselves. And oh, it also means an endless video marathon with our kid.
Friday, Apr 18, 2014 / 0 notes
La Dépression - Pizzicato Five
"We’ve been going through quite a recession these days.
The world is going through some crisis, I tell you.”
A funny song about “The Great Decline” in single interesting men.
If the song was only in English, I could imagine some friends shouting the accurate lines with utter anger and abandon while drunk lol
Wednesday, Apr 16, 2014 / 1 note
When I was younger, I had a habit of collecting hair strands and cut fingernails inside a lockable rattan basket and a few glass jars.
I do not remember where I read it, but I’m sure that in some book, I had read that in one ancient race, giving out your hair to someone is a sign of devotion, that you meant for them to think that you are always there with them and that you are theirs.
I was young but it was this dose of sentimentality that was just the right poison because I easily obsess with this kind of things. I guess I considered it heavily poignant because I always wanted to be unforgotten. And so, I started to keep the dark strands and the moon-shaped clumps that fell on the floor after I cut my hair and fingernails so that when I die, I would leave my loved ones with some tangible parts of me and hopefully, they will remember.
It was a little morbid or maybe revolting for some. But I think it was sweet of the younger me to think of a memento that I could leave when I’m gone. Or maybe it was plain conceited. I had almost forgotten about this collection of dead cells since they do not exist anymore; because in college, I was in a dormitory and found out too late that Mom threw them away when we transferred to San Mateo.
Sometimes, it estranges me to remember how I process my thoughts back then. I was aimless, fragile, and brooding but I wasn’t really sad; it felt like I was just looking for something I do not even know of and I had held uncalled for attachments to a lot of things though I didn’t want to look like a sucker. I think that I’ve been fluctuating throughout from loving solitude to loving chitchats.
Maybe the polarity of my past jobs was a big contributing factor but I am just amazed at how talkative I could get to everyone when I was so timid throughout my childhood. Even so, I’ve been quite consistent with poorly keeping up with a straight train of thought. Well, I wonder what would our Colign love to collect when she arrives at that enthralled age?
Colign, with her ever loyal dire wolf (me), on the way to Tita Bianca’s graduation.
Friday, Apr 11, 2014 / 1 note