January 2010
15 posts
insomnia.
My head rests on my pillow, covers pulled up to my chin. I lie on my side, staring out my bedroom window. The sky is calm and the night is cool. I, however, am burning up. My head is pounding and my tearstained cheeks feel sticky.
It’s one thing to be sick, but another to be sick and disappointed. I close my eyes and try not to think about what happened when you left me this morning, but it’s all...
everyone has a story.
From the girl who sits behind you during math, to the lady who passes your street every day to go to work, to the boy who regularly sits on the couch in the corner of the café reading a book.
But you don’t know about how that girl fell in love with the geeky boy from science class, or how that lady is a single mother who has to work two jobs to make ends meet or how that boy sits there every...
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deadlines.
When I’m meeting a deadline and seriously pressed for time, I sit in front of the computer, hunched over the keyboard, typing words that are supposed to make sense one way or another. There is no expression on my face, not a frown nor a smile. As my panic grows, a silent war starts in my head with a tiny voice screaming “YOU STUPID SHIT WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCK UP WHAT YOU’VE WORKED SO...
contentment.
We are sitting next to each other in the backseat of his car, cuddled up cozy in a warm blanket while enjoying the silence.
“Today has been a good day,” I tell him, sighing happily.
He smiles. “I’m glad. You needed one really bad.”
“I don’t want to lose this feeling of contentment,” I say. “It just feels so good to know that today, everything went right for a change. I don’t think anything else...
lights.
“I love the city lights,” I tell him as we stroll down the sidewalk. It’s late, it’s cold, and all I can see are the beautiful lights dotting the city skyline.
“If there wasn’t an excess of fluorescents, we’d see more beautiful ones. You know, stars?” he asks me, ever the environmentalist.
I shake my head and grasp his hand. “Stars will always be mysterious to me, but these lights are warm and...
this morning.
It’s been a bad day, and it’s just 10:00am.
I sigh audibly as I tinker away on my laptop. She walks over to me, bright and cheery.
“Good Morninggg!” When I give a halfhearted response, she pauses and considers me for a moment.
I look at her looking at me and before I can speak, she gives me a secret smile.
“Starbucks, my treat?” she asks me with hopeful...
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aftermath.
Just so we’re clear, it’s not about that anymore. I just feel the need to say this.
When we became okay, it didn’t necessarily mean that I was okay. Things were said and done and though it’s all behind us now, it hurt a lot.
So please understand if things are a bit awkward for a while. They will be fine soon because that’s just how people are. They get over things in time. I suppose I’ll get...
sacrifice.
There are five truths about sacrifice.
First, it requires unwavering, wholehearted initiative.
Second, it’s not easy and it never gets any easier. You can’t expect sacrifice to be a piece of cake served to you on a silver platter.
Third, you can’t expect someone else to do all the sacrificing, especially if it’s not just you that’s involved.
Fourth, you can’t mooch off other people’s...
unrequited.
Her eyes lit up the same time the sky did.
As the night sky exploded into multicolored brilliance, I could only see her. Her face was tilted upwards, lips parted and eyes twinkling in excitement. She hugged herself since the air was cold, but I wanted to put my arms around her. The wind blew her hair, and I willed myself not to stroke her beautiful face.
When the sky settled, she turned to smile...
rant.
There are a few things in this world that are wrong, annoying or both. Spousal abuse, for instance, is uncool. So is doing drugs. And piracy. And killing your pet cat then turning it into lunch.
But what is infinitely annoying is YOU taking over my twitter feed with nonsense @replies and chats. Please get out of my face and use Yahoo Messenger. Twitter is for microblogging, not chatting and...
ohgod.
ohgod. i’m having a teenie moment. somebody shoot me right now. rob cham (robcham) is following me.
thusly i have lost all use of capitalization.
sigh.
You open your YM or Facebook or what have you and in the midst of this sea of messages and greetings, there is one lone line that stands out. It’s not necessarily because it’s the most meaningful greeting, but because it was sent by a most special person and everything else fades into the background.
Then you find yourself smiling like crazy because nothing else matters. This one person can stop...