Thursday, June 25, 2015
Yield points.
People and things and all
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
We live half in the daytime, and we, we live half at night. (8)
Friday, June 12, 2015
Lost habits and dry wells.
Monday, May 4, 2015
No balance whatsoever.
I needed a vacation. I really did.
And I got one.
An uninterrupted one. A completely, fully uninterrupted one. I should be happy about that.
No? No.
Friday, May 1, 2015
Monday, April 27, 2015
~ Call An Optimist, She's Turning Blue. (8)
Then began the blue notebook. I had a naive, annoying name for it. It hadn't seemed so annoying then. So, yeah. The blue one. Beginning with the second week. The discomfort. The shoving of chairs - an action that had seemed gallant for a fleeting moment - then, with every passing thought, it all seemed more foreign, uncomfortable. But it was okay, right? A small price to pay?
No, it wasn't. The looks on the faces of those dear to me were new, taken aback, disheartened.
In my current flurry of thoughts, a particular memory keeps whirling around. The sad face of a friend I had known since I was five. A defeated face. I could tell. I wish I had at least apologized out loud for the trouble being caused because of me. But I didn't. Why? I'm not sure. A part of it was fear, the other may have been the lost habit of communicating with people the way I should have. I mouthed a timid "Sorry." And he smiled. No defeat in the smile. It was almost nonchalant. With a wave, he dismissed my apology, putting on a brave face. He assured me it was nothing and that it would be over in a matter of minutes. I smiled back, very slightly. I wish I had done more than that, but there was no way of knowing what terror might befall from a proper, full smile. And I was a pathetic girl. And a pathetic excuse of a friend. Which made sense, because I wasn't a friend. Not really.
And there was that time under the retreating afternoon sun , when the call rang out for everyone to stand in prayer - me being shoved away and veiled and pulled back in, all the while the Arabic words beautiful in the background, waiting to be shown respect, but getting none. I wish I had done something. I had tried. I wish I had tried harder, even if it came to nails digging in with an intention to hurt. But I didn't do that. Of course I didn't.
A statue would be built in my memory, you said? Because someone as dishonorable as myself deserved a monument? Isn't that what you said, that statement accompanied by a few words beginning with S and W, poor synonyms of the word dishonorable? Yeah, that's what you said.
I think the blue notebook is with my mom now. Or maybe not anymore. I don't know. I don't ask.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
~ You Just Refuse To Bend, So I Keep Bending Till I Break. (8)
It's important to do things for yourself and all. And if you're someone who is always feeling small, then you need to work on it. But if you're someone who only feels small when staying with a certain person or a certain group of people, then maybe you need to start questioning your choice of companions.
I have a friend. At several points in life, I have felt pushed around by her. And then eventually, I stopped getting sad about it and just went with the flow. I stopped getting too worked up about whether I was letting her down, and I no longer put myself on guilt trips. And we do just fine now.
But, sadly, you can't do that with everyone. You can't zone out parts of everyone. It just doesn't work that way. And when it doesn't, I guess you need to start thinking about zoning out the entire person. Completely. Out of your life. Not easy.
I mentioned this before, but I need to emphasize on how tired I am of finding extreme things everywhere. Nothing comfortably in the middle. Perhaps I'm discovering new things about myself now. I'm the kind of person for whom the little things make immeasurable difference. I'm the kind of person who listens to and remembers every little detail (and not JUST because of my creepily precise memory) about what someone likes or dislikes or has been craving for lately. I'm the kind of person who gets reminded of that individual when I come across something that he/she mentioned liking or wanting. I'm just kind of person who won't feel fully at rest till I have been able to give the thing to him/her, provided that it's within my ability. The thing could be anything, starting from one single cupcake from a confectionery to a loved book.
About two months ago, my student informed me that my favorite book was now available in town. I already own a copy of this (God bless some people who go the extra mile to give others what they really want), but I know of a certain friend of mine who'd have loved to have a hard copy. So, even though I was barely in regular contact with this friend, I became determined to get it from the bookstore and drop it off at her place the next morning, even if she would be asleep at that hour. But then shit happened. I was very disappointed and my enthusiasm faltered. I'd STILL like to give her the book someday, though.
I have no idea where I was going with all that blabber. I guess I'm just trying to say that I've always been a bit like this, but I never really noticed it with significance before. It's not that I don't like this side of me; I do. But it becomes a problem when it comes to people I cannot partially zone out. This whole . . listening and remembering thing becomes kind of an important expectation. And it bugs me a lot. It's probably not even fair, but it does.
I realize that this post is all over the place, and does not go in one particular direction or even make a point, really. But I'm glad I'm using my blog to spill thoughts again - raw and unfiltered.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Stellar.
The day started at 9:10 am.
First time in an arcade gaming zone, a childish way to begin the day - motorbike racing through the forests of Africa while monkeys threw freaking bananas to distract me, shooting together at zombies on pirate ships, failing to pick up one of those stuffed puppets with the impossible claw, dancing off awkwardly to some annoying Kylie Minogue song.
Then randomly walking into a store selling household utensils and furniture, walking to the very back of the store and unthinkingly lying down next to each other on a bed from one of those model bedroom settings. Yeah, bucketlist thing.
Getting the tiniest breakfast because you want to save your appetite for later, buying tickets for the movie you really wanted to watch but thought you couldn't because it was a late show and then having to buy it anyway because the earlier movie was oh-so-conveniently unavailable so it was pretty obvious what you now had to do to save the day.
Spending half an hour on the rickshaw just talking about how it all happened exactly two years ago and being amazed at how it led to today.
And then going to the buffet place you always wanted to go to together and spending over three hours and a half, eating good food and talking and being weird and watching the final match of the cricket world cup and being able to be there at the winning moment when he is overjoyed by the win of a team he loves.
Traveling back to watch the movie, but stopping to get the best chocolate doughnuts on the way even though you're completely full.
Watching the movie and wishing the day wouldn't end.
And then being thankful that there was still one car ride left before the day ended.
And being all YOLO. Haha!
Finally, getting home and being proud of your PowerPoint skills since your geeky 'presentation' was a total tearjerker, in a good way. :D
And feeling so happy. So very happy.
Yeah.
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730 days.
Yes, some days are hard; some days are harder.
But even during the times when it's hard, it makes sense. It took me a while to understand this. It's when you'd rather have something that you care enough about to be insanely affected by it very easily, instead of having something which is just..okay, all the time.
Wouldn't you rather have something that's got enough of you to madly frustrate you and also make you feel like you've just been handed a slice of heaven? Wouldn't you want something that makes you feel everything?
Because I would. Something that can raise waves and tsunamis and volcanic eruptions; the absence of which makes every tick of the clock feel like blood pulsing behind a bruise, the presence of which feels like a million stars being born all at once.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
~ And It's Your Song That Comforts Me. (8)
So, you've hit rock bottom, but things have started to feel a bit positive? Because you're remembering all the little things that make you insanely happy? That's good, right?
But it can get better. Like, you force yourself to stay awake to watch the last episode of Season-3 of Breaking Bad, only to end up not watching it because you minimized VLC media player and noticed a Skype message and you wondered who in your contact list would be writing to you at this hour and then you see it's Preacherman. Yes, Preacherman, After all these months. Preacherman.
Am I mad? Of course I'm mad. It's who I am. I get mad at him. I mumble and grumble and relentlessly complain. This is just how it is.
So, it's 3:14 am. And I'm sitting here typing paragraphs after paragraphs, updating him as he asks about everything and everyone we both know. THIS is inspiration. And motivation. I don't know how. But it is. And I'm still mad at him. Whateverr.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
~ Been This Way Since Eighteen. (8)
Anyways. Now, I don't believe that a new year means a new beginning for everything and I don't think it's a fresh start or the perfect time to make changes. You can change your life tomorrow, in mid-June, for all anyone cares. It has been years since I stopped relying on a new year to change my life. To me, all that is changing since 1st January is the scribbled dates I write at the top-right corner of pages, over-writing a five on top of that four, for the first two months or so. Despite my indifference towards this new beginning theory, a part of me can't help but feel glad that 2014 is over. Not that the first week of 2015 has been any better, but still.