How much space does one person need?

So this is it...



This is the living room. LANG. hehe. I'm planning to make it my bedroom. :)
Then down here is the kitchen. It's HUUUGE.



And this is the bedroom which I plan to convert to my work room. :) It's really too much space for just one person.


Visitors, anybody? nudge. nudge.

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Orientales Putas!

(9th ave and Hudson? What does that MEAN? hahahaha!)

Last Sunday, we ended up drinking with J's friends from Kaplan. Apparently, there was a girl there who had a crush on her classmate so she got the wrong idea (thought J was after the guy) so she kinda got pissed. We thought it would be easier if we just left but the other girls told us to stay. So, we did.




We ended up drinking on the rooftop of their apartment.
The moon was full...with beer and drunken laughter.

"EXCUUSE, Why is two?"

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Is evanescence--fleetingness--a necessary element of the thing that most moves us?"
--Gregory Maguire

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Mikha's Fragile World

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We rejoice in our broken-ness.

"How children love the broken thing! And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done."

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Where's Fluffy

" The way you're moving in your sleep
The way you look before you leap
The strange illusions that you keep,
You don't know, but I'm noticing. "

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No way out.

I'm so screwed.

I just found out that there are no trains to Boston in Turner Falls. Kill me now.

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No Titles

In between waking and dreaming
Of drunken stars and white silences,
Their gazes articulated what they felt
With words that would never be born.

for W.

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On Loss and Recycling

I've learned to accept that we need to adjust, that making decisions is also part of growth and survival. I've come to live with the dying of one part of me that belongs to the past and the resurrection of the parts that have transcended the pain.

In a way, there's the struggle to survive in spite of always feeling a helpless sense of loss. I simply comfort myself with the promise of a future. Its urgency of salvation, this need to recycle--evaporating the past as I move on, if only to return changed, falling joyfully to the depths below.

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Counting down

Communicating from a distance is a tough love affair.

I am pretty sure that the risks that I'm taking now is well worth it. No regrets. There's the future to look forward to...besides the struggle to preserve my present. But the dull-ache in my chest is not something that I hope to get used to.. I just know that I'd be so much happier with him being around. My own, personal, uplifter.

7 months to go...

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cheeky!

When have we ever been this sofffffttt??

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From the 25th of September 2006 'til today.

Just something I heard. And I just have to sigh and agree.

Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past can be any different.

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A Feeling of Kinship...

This is from an interview with Michelle Williams...same Elle magazine!

Her smile comes easily but is complicated, never carefree. "I'm always aware of the whole," Williams says. "I have that feeling inside, like when something really tickles or delights me--it's not singular. I recognize all the awful things in the world, and in spite of them, I can still laugh." This hyperawareness has come at a price. "For so long, I felt like a walking open wound everywhere I went," she says. "There's this Joan Didion quote about being afflicted from an early age with a presentiment of loss. Did I come into the world like that? Or was I kind of gifted that?

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I was reading Elle magazine today and there was this excerpt from a poem by Galway Kinnell:

You scream, waking up from a nightmare.
When I sleepwalk
into your room, and pick you up,
and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me
hard,
as if clinging would save us. I think
you think
I will never die, I think I exude
to you the permanence of smoke or stars,
even as
my broken arms heal themselves around you.

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