Liv in a Life Well-Lived

How does your childhood smell like? Ivory soap? Wax Crayons? Milk? I've always thought mine was just the smell of a new book --- given that my parents bought me a new book every week. The other day though, I smelled something and was astounded. I realized I couldn't move because my brain was busily processing when I last caught a sniff of that smell. I was in a Folded and Hung sale, and I sniffed at the samples of their colognes and spritzers. They had something with Tangerine, and something with honeydew... but it was the Jasmine Bloom which took me by surprise. There was a whoosh (!) and the scent transported me to an old house, with wooden floorboards that creak if you tread on it. I approached an equally old desk drawer and opened it by giving a mighty tug. Inside was a pirate's loot of ... stationery. And it was all mine. Do you remember those scented stationery? They come in all shapes and sizes, and in every imaginable color possible. This day and age, nobody writes

This is embarassing, but I have to admit: I bought the book eons ago and now i watched the movie. And you know what? I don't care if i'm labelled a wussy chick-flick gal , because, I liked the movie and the book made sense to me. So, I didn't exactly follow everything in the book and turned it into a personal mantra. But I get the point. We don't have to keep pushing ourselves on men who aren't so nice to us. And you know what else? Even if they're NICE to us? It doesn't mean they like us like us. BELIEVE ME. Been there, done that. I'm in a personal salvation mode these days wherein I'm trying to hold on to the frayed edges of my tattered dignity, after going for a guy totally unsuitable to me. And I keep telling myself, NEVER AGAIN. So help me God. Never that way. I'm never going to be that stupid ever again. And my friends all roll their eyes. Yeah, right. You know what I hate about the whole thing? What gets me the most is that one guy can be

I may have found the remedy for self-pity and depression. When you’re feeling lost and confused, an idiot or a fool, watch Gossip Girl and you’ll feel like freakin’ Socrates or the mythical Self-Actualized Man. No, wait, hold your horses. Before you think this is another hate post about the daftness and inappropriateness of today’s media for children, let me tell you, I’m not in THAT mood. I maintain GG is, well, far from a masterpiece of modern television. But some days, you just want to watch crap, you know? This morning, I woke up feeling happy. But I know happiness these days are tremulous at best, and I wanted to prolong my bliss a little while longer. So I asked myself: what would make me feel good about myself, happy to be alive, and thankful for what I have? Ah. Why not watch a bunch of over-indulgent kids, who have everything but their sanity intact, seduce and fumble their way through high school? Awesome. My life is buttercups and blue jays and butterflies compared to theirs

Ella is working at it inside the gym, while i sit inside the members' lounge and moan about my broken, broken achilles heel. Who knew? Achilles could very well have been killed when that arrow notched his heel. This hurts. But I may be going overdramatic. I can stand the pain anyway. Also, I KNOW how to get rid of it. Lose weight. About 7 people said that to me. Quit it, I know already, okay? Pain makes me bitchy, so back off.

Stephen vs. Stephenie, the fight is onnnnn! :) Guess whose side I'm on? I just read this in yahoo mail and I had to IMMEDIATELY blog about it out of pure joy that all the faults I found wasn't just in my head. Somebody else who has more authority to speak about it, agrees. Meyer sucks. She just purely does. She was saved by finding a really great story, one she didn't do much justice, but girls will read anything with a hot dude in it. We are not all Stephen King fans, but I respect this dude (botoxed face and all) coz he writes. And even if his stories are creepy, he writes them well. I don't always like what he writes about (i.e. What's up with that The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, huh?), but at least he tells it well. And for those who say, well, Meyer's an amateur, get this: writing Twilight makes her an amateur. Did we see improvement in the next books though? At all? No. It even got worse. One word: Renesmee. But I've said all this before. Let me just qu

Honeyed hair and licorice ears And your eyes would taste of something blue And if I go and take a bite Your tongue will taste like dew. I think it’s true If I take even the smallest sip Your mouth tastes like champagne And if I close my eyes, I think I may even taste the rain. This is my shame Your youth is a blasphemy And my progressing years a sign That love is naught but infamy And old age is a crime.