are you impressed by the title? i am not sure if it really reflects what this blog is going to be about but it is better than "unnamed blog."
I was lying in bed, trying to calm my body and mind from a stressful day of writing papers, when I imagined my happy place. Everyone has their happy place. I went to a yoga class once and we had to imagine a place completely free of stress. My oasis is the beach at night.
Then I realized that I am more drawn to the nighttime than daytime. Perhaps my favorite high school memories are going to the beach with my friends at nights, laying on a blanket to stare at the stars and talk. My best friends and I loved it. The tranquility of the ocean yet possibility in the stars. Later, when studying abroad, I would be waiting for the bus alone or with friends and I would just stare at the stars. Trying to figure out if my family can even see the same stars that I can. Since I have been back in the U.S., I find myself staring up late at night while walking home from class.
My favorite time to drive, which has always been an escape, is at night. It is the most dangerous, granted, but it is also quiet, clean, cool, and less busy. So, are other people this drawn to the nighttime? Is it just me? I would not be surprised but how can you not love the night air! I just thought I would share this tidbit of info... see if my happy place truly is solitary.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
dream
So... let me first say that I am an Office fan. I think it is an hilarious show. Love it!
But, I am not obsessed with it. A lot of people can quote from it verbatim and decorate their myspace Office-themed. Not I!
I was surprise, therefore, when my dream was all Office characters. I don't exactly remember what happened but at the end, I had kinda replaced Pam and was dating Jim. The most clear part of my dream that I remember was sitting beside Jim... holding hands. It was like we were both happy... just sitting together.
Sometimes I think that people who are in relationships take the small things for granted. It is the small things that matter. Just like in the movie Wedding Singer when Robbie is describing how he knew that his ex-girlfriend did not love him. She didn't let him have the window seat as they were flying to the Grand Canyon, although she had already seen it all. The big things (politics, religion, family) are important but it is the small things that make a relationship strong... unique... special.
Most recently, my friends and I went to this party. There was lots of music and drinking. (we are not really party-ers so we didn't handle it very well) My best friend's fiance was in town and went to the party with us but did not drink because he was the DD. When the party was over and they went to their hotel room, he took care of her. (not in a dirty way) he took down her hair (she had it all bobby-pined in place) so that she wouldn't have a head ache in the morning. he put her flowers in a vase. he went ahead and went to the vending machine to get a Sprite and crackers for the next morning hang-over. he was very considerate. a couple days later, as she and I were talking, she told me how considerate he had been. it is because of that consideration that she knows that he loves her and that she wants to marry him. that was a long story and perhaps a waste of blog space but no one really reads this anyway so who cares!
I hope all of you who are in that type of relationship appreciate it! If you are settling for less, stop it! You deserve this kind of love.
But, I am not obsessed with it. A lot of people can quote from it verbatim and decorate their myspace Office-themed. Not I!
I was surprise, therefore, when my dream was all Office characters. I don't exactly remember what happened but at the end, I had kinda replaced Pam and was dating Jim. The most clear part of my dream that I remember was sitting beside Jim... holding hands. It was like we were both happy... just sitting together.
Sometimes I think that people who are in relationships take the small things for granted. It is the small things that matter. Just like in the movie Wedding Singer when Robbie is describing how he knew that his ex-girlfriend did not love him. She didn't let him have the window seat as they were flying to the Grand Canyon, although she had already seen it all. The big things (politics, religion, family) are important but it is the small things that make a relationship strong... unique... special.
Most recently, my friends and I went to this party. There was lots of music and drinking. (we are not really party-ers so we didn't handle it very well) My best friend's fiance was in town and went to the party with us but did not drink because he was the DD. When the party was over and they went to their hotel room, he took care of her. (not in a dirty way) he took down her hair (she had it all bobby-pined in place) so that she wouldn't have a head ache in the morning. he put her flowers in a vase. he went ahead and went to the vending machine to get a Sprite and crackers for the next morning hang-over. he was very considerate. a couple days later, as she and I were talking, she told me how considerate he had been. it is because of that consideration that she knows that he loves her and that she wants to marry him. that was a long story and perhaps a waste of blog space but no one really reads this anyway so who cares!
I hope all of you who are in that type of relationship appreciate it! If you are settling for less, stop it! You deserve this kind of love.
Monday, April 7, 2008
love
when my roommate has just spent the whole weekend with her fiance....
and he bought her roses and a new camera....
and they spent all of Sunday in their hotel room....
then, three after he leaves, they are on the phone telling each other how much they miss each other...
i want to grab the phone out of her hand, throw it on the ground as hard as i possibly can, pull a mallet out of thin and smash it to such small pieces that i could blow it away into the wind like a dandelion.
she would be sad... but would i feel bad? i do not know. i do care for her but i am usually also very pissed off. this is a moment in time when i am torn but not into as many pieces as her phone will be one day! :~)
and he bought her roses and a new camera....
and they spent all of Sunday in their hotel room....
then, three after he leaves, they are on the phone telling each other how much they miss each other...
i want to grab the phone out of her hand, throw it on the ground as hard as i possibly can, pull a mallet out of thin and smash it to such small pieces that i could blow it away into the wind like a dandelion.
she would be sad... but would i feel bad? i do not know. i do care for her but i am usually also very pissed off. this is a moment in time when i am torn but not into as many pieces as her phone will be one day! :~)
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