Monthly Archives: October 2009

butt crack

Guess who was up earlier than the sun today?

Turns out even I can be wide awake and coherent at such an unflattering hour. Also, it is unfortunate that the butt crack of dawn is so pretty. Must wake up one day (night? butt crack?) and take pictures.

In other news, am in a pensive mood. Need Pensieve.

If I didn’t have Mowgli standing in as my shadow, I think I would die of loneliness. Thanks, little man. Even though you can’t read. And even though you like sniffing underwear (quite enthusiastically), you’re awesome.

The birds were all atwitter and aflutter this morn’. ‘Twas quite lovely, it was. Except for this one annoying one that screeched in regular twenty second intervals from what sounds like the hallway ceiling, but is probably really from outside the bathroom window, because really, what would a bird be doing in the ceiling? Unless it is dead. And dead birds don’t screech. Therefore the bird must be outdoors. This is called process of elimination.

But just because all elephants are gray, doesn’t mean all gray things are elephants. Or turtles. Or Yoshi eggs. Or organic, brown, double A eggs from a Rhode Island red chicken. That was the beginning of the Odds influence. They are an odd bunch. But I like them. They all like drinking and dancing and laughing and crazy eggs, and that’s cool.

It’s almost 8. At this day and age (october-seventeenth-two-thousand-and-nine and twenty-two), dawn is prettier at 6 am, when the horizon is a strong persimmony-orangey orange  against a cobalt sky that is still night.

I really need a Pensieve.

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ms. swift says

I was driving to Sogo Bakery this afternoon and Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me was playing on the radio, and I had… well, not so much of an epiphany as a realization of a changed heart. Because it wasn’t something that struck me like lightning, just a realization that had been coming for some time, something that was less opaque as time went on, something that ‘you’ll understand when you’re older, Chip.’

Unrequited love is a sucky deal. It’s beautifully tragic if done right, but sucky all the same. 

I told you it wasn’t a sudden insight to the workings of humankind. But I used to believe it was romantic in that inevitable decay of a beautiful thing sort of way, and I have discovered, while it works for novels and movies and music and other works of art, it is infinitely better to have someone that give us back what we give them. 

However, as I listen through my collection of newly acquired music and Ms. Swift tells me to try breathing without you (a bad attempt at sarcasm, because i like this song a lot), I feel suddenly nostalgic and quietly restless, and there’s a tugging of the soul that tells me to light the candles and write until just before dawn breaks.

I told you it was beautiful, nonetheless.   

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We have an exceptionally full house tonight. My parents, me, little bro, cousin Robyn, cousin Andrew, two sets of aunts and uncles, one boyfriend, four boyfriend’s friends, and one Mowgli. 

Sleeping quarters will be a bit cramped, but i love it. The house is physically warmer, and its so much more lively. Even Mowgli, who normally starts to keel over around 10 pm, stayed wide awake and hyper until almost 11:30. 

Speaking of abnormally charming four-legged creatures, the longer Mowgli lives with us, the more I am convinced he is a real little person. You live for a week with him and then try to tell me that he doesn’t know how to play innocent, when he does wrong, when i tell him i love him. 

Anyway, I found out tonight that one of my uncles is a really good photographer who won a bunch of prizes in Taiwan. I’ve never seen any of his work, but upon hearing that I recently purchased a new lens, the rest of the relatives immediately told me to go discuss cameras and photography techniques (of which I have none) with my uncle, whom I have not seen in four years.


It was awkward at first, but then it got funny.


I have this uncle, see. He’s hilarious, but I’m not too sure why. See, the thing about him is, he has this sort of lisp thing going on, where he neither speaks Chinese nor English very correctly. In Chinese, his ‘fu’ becomes ‘hu’ (and then he throws in some taiwanese for good measure) and in English, his ‘beer’ becomes ‘bill’. And then he tells these ‘cold’ jokes, where they’re not really jokes, more like shakes of the head.


okay that was a bad story. let me try again.


Today, I had to leave Mowgli all alone for the first time since he’s been here living with us. I closed the door that led to the stairs and I listened to see what he was doing when I got to the bottom. I heard him tearing around upstairs, running from room the room, looking for (presumably) me. (And that secretly warms my heart. Lo, he misses me!) And then I hear him tearing back into the kitchen, and then heen-ing for someone to come to his rescue. Damn near broke my heart, but it had to be done. Once I got to Costco, I told my Mum about it, and then she said: can you imagine how I felt on your first day of school???


… awwww.

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