Month: June 2014

Feast Your Eyes: Overexposure Part III of III

It’s that time of the year again, when people strip down to almost nakedness in a public park to tan and display their Crossfit/Running/Zumba/Barre Method/Insanity/P90X bodies. Then there’s the people like me, who arrive with a blanket and picnic basket, and stay the hell away from the sun. We all have a good time. Oh, summer. This was taken while relaxing in the park with Ate Jaye, Jill, and Aristeo. In the background, there was a man playing the saxophone. A perfect day to be in the park. Advertisements

Overexposure: Part I of III

This is a fast-forward version of May 2014, which I’m happy to say I was too busy living to write about. Over the course of two months, I’ve been surrounded by people constantly, which makes me happy, because people are awesome and I love (most of) them, but it puts me in dire need to recharge. One week into June, and I basically said NO HUMANS and crawled into my happy little hole marathoning Game of Thrones, The Mindy Project, and The New Girl. Back off humans, it’s sanity time. ————————- Like a long time lover and boyfriend, my best friend Isa flew over for my birthday. If there’s anybody in the entire world who knows me, Isa is one of the top people on the list. And if anyone could ever be mistaken as my girlfriend, it would be her. The last time we saw each other, we didn’t know that we wouldn’t see each other for a year, so this was such a sweet gift, to say the least. From the moment she landed, it’s almost like we …

Don’t Flinch

  Why are you looking for love Why are you still searching As if I’m not enough To where will you go child Tell me where will you run To where will you run   ‘Cause I’ll be by your side wherever you fall In the dead of night whenever you call And please don’t fight these hands that are holding you My hands are holding you   Look at these hands at my side They swallowed the grave on that night When I drank the world’s sin So I could carry you in And give you life. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Last Sunday, Tim Keller gave the vaguest anecdote (says the queen of extreme cross-references and name-forgetting) about a scene from a movie where a doctor tries to perform a delicate but urgent procedure to save a man’s life. They were in a war, and there was no anesthesia. He told the man that it would be excruciatingly painful when he removes the object inside, especially since there’s nothing to dull the pain. But while he’s doing it, the …

Mist

It’s been seven days since my birthday, and since then, I haven’t touched my birthday messages, I’ve had a near heart attack due to the discovery of a strand of white hair, and panic because of a friend’s comment that there are fine fine signs of aging on my skin. Hello, twenty six. I’m too young for the onset of these, or even if it’s just the right age when time become more apparent on the face, it still sucks. I was comparing stress dreams with a friend and learned that there can actually be levels to these things. Level one finds her taking an exam, level two finds her with a baby in her arms that she has to take care of (which is ridiculous and funny), and level three places her in a world without sun (where everything is just faintly perceivable like when your eyes adjust to a dark room). Her worst dream yet was when she found herself taking an exam in a world without the sun. My stress dreams find me …