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hey jude . . .
...written on 2005-08-20, @ 11:46 a.m.
I like it when boys call me 'beautiful' - rather than - hey babe or hey sweetie . . . blah blah blah . . . something about 'beautiful' i just can't put my finger on. It's like they genuinely mean it
but then again what do i know?
I'm sad, and yet at the same time I'm not too sure what to make of all this.
it's like when I make all my wishes on the digital clocks, and when I hold my breath the way Audrey Tatou does in 'A Very Long Engagement' - and she makes wishes on silly things . . . . I do that . . .
I was wishing for a boy who was as smart and as well educated as my peers and colleagues. I was wishing for a boy who could speak more than two languages - because frankly, now everybody can speak at least two languages you know?
And a boy who had a sense of humor, who had traveled the world and proper grammer and enunciation.
None of this American pronunciation bullcrap.
Too bad he's already leaving . . .
My own fears and emotional baggage set aside though, I completely understand when us children who are the products of broken homes and divorced parents can relate to each other.
There's just this strange certain attraction to ambitious people I have.
Unfortunately for all of us - we are the same in the sense that we have a much bigger cause we seem to be fighting for, looking foward to, trying to implement change.
But you know - without these things, these causes - what kind of world would it be?
It's already a pretty fucked up world to live in, and sometimes I DO feel disenchanted in people, but there are other times when you realize that there are the little things that you can still do to make change, help others out in tiny ways that - just cosmically - might bring about good karma.
I don't know what I'm talking about. Just waxing poetic as usual.