~ Sweet blue yonder of Maui~
Dear Pseudos~
Remember this?
A whole new year means a whole new stamping inappropriately on crotchy part of guys that I never really know the name of. So anyway, this is my new favorite “Nugu?” group and they just have enough member for us to divide somewhat evenly. I get two b/c I’m the birthday girl =D
Star obviously get the most girly one b/c like we’ve said, only YOU can whip them straight! I mean look at his vid, he’s beyond our normal power.
Continuing the proud tradition, I get the fuzzy one and because it’s my bday month, I get the pretty one too. And since Jane is getting a new job and am angling for an AWESOME bday present from her, she gets the next pretty one. Sorry Pinky. Jane, you’re welcomed.
Dear a part of me that doesn’t quite exist….
…but still believe regardless.
“But love has its grammar, even though it doesn’t recognize tenses but only moods, and only one of those, actually: the present in-fin-it-ive. When you love it’s forever and the rest doesn’t matter. Any old love, no matter what kind. Because it’s not true you get over it – you don’t get over anything, which is a bit of a drawback most times; rather, you bring it along with you, like life, which in itself is nothing to shout about, except that you get over love even less than you do life. It’s there like the starlight. Who cares if the stars are alive or dead? They shine and that’s that, and even though you can’t see them in the daytime you know they’re there.”
Claudio Magris, To Have Been
Dear Corner of Happy…
…today it’s all about the real life friends (as opposed to Internet pseudos). I’m always grateful to have you all in my life, but sometimes I take your presence for granted. Thus it’s important, I think, to have these moments where I stand back, reflect, and understand that ” Damn! Am I lucky or what?”
Today’s reflection comes at the courtesy of Mr. K, who being the always nice guy that he is, follows my whims and sent me a postcard of Chicago (after returning to CA already that is). Have a cute picture of us two~
The pics really sums up my group in a nut shell. We get together, we eat, we talk, we camera whore, and thus–happiness. We’re rather different from other people in our age group that way. No drinking, no clubbing, no random hooking up with strangers in the night. Just a bunch of 26 years old running around, posing oddly against different backdrops and lots of raucous laughter. Ahh good times!
In a group of friends, there are always different roles that each take on. I think I don different hats for my group. I’m the Mommy, the organizer, the one who yelled that “HEY! It’s been a month, why have we not see each other yet?”, and thus kick start the many long threads of FB messages that we send back and forth b/c ugh! we all live so darn far away from each other, and getting together require a certain finesse of the scheduling kind. But I’m also the child, the spoiled one, the one who gets to have her ways due to sheer adorableness (or you know b/c I whine the best. hur) I like to believe I’m the most loved one because I’m vain and self centered like that (with a touch of delusions). But really, when you get treated like I am by my friends, it’s hard to think otherwise.
Friends are LOVE.
With clingy affection,
Me!
Dear Bringers of Fire…
…to my taste buds that is, I love you.
I’m little bit of an M, I think, because nothing is more enjoyable to me than that scalding hot and near numbing feelings you get when consuming a really good chili pepper. My taste buds so crave this sensation that now when a dish has no heat, it just simply don’t taste as good to me. It’s to the point that I will put chilies into Mac n’ Cheese. My friends got quite disgusted with this, but what can I do? It’s so much better that way!
Where I live it’s seemingly impossible to get really good chilies. Sometimes I luck out at the market with a handful of spicy Thai peppers or several chubbin Jalapenos. I’m not such a big fan of the latter unless they’re pickled in a delicious concoction of vinegar, salt and sugar, but fresh ones, not so much. I don’t prefer their plain heat as much as I do with the fragrant heat of their cousin, the Thai chilies. Unfortunately, I live in the wrong town for access to good Asian chilies since white people, I’m surrounded by them.
Thus, imagine my glee when at Wednesday Night Market (the weekly Farmer’s Market my town put up each Summer) I saw a whole table of freshly plucked Thai chilies in their array of colors ranging from soft green to passionate red. My face, it was like this ^________________^
I quickly grabbed a plastic bag and with my chubbin fingers went through that pile like it was gold and I’m in possession of a really good shovel. There were also bouquets of fresh veggies and green herbs that pretty much completed my happiness.
Half an hour later, I had a bag full of delicious chilies and with bouquets of basil and veggies cradling against my body like precious blossoms, I was happy it’s Summer time.
With happy tastebuds,
ME!
Dear H2O….
…today I appreciate you. Actually, I have always like you so much that you’re, with few exceptions, my beverage of choice. You also calm me. There’s few things lovelier than gazing at your reflective quality whether you’re in the shape of a lake or an ocean. I have to admit though, I have a little bit more fondness when you’re the vastness of an ocean.
Plus I love frolic within you. If I’m in you, I have to duck down my head and feeling that cool wetness washes over my face and hair like the most effective therapeutic drug. And wow…that just sound incredibly dirty. But we both know what it means. I like swimming in you so much that even my friend, L, was surprised at how active I voluntarily become once I was in a pool. I think we both put shock into her system a little.
So here’s to our relationship, H2O, may you not drown me any time soon.
With chlorinated smelling skin,
ME!
Dear corner of Happy…
….today it’s about fanfics. I love them. I love them even before I knew what they are technically called. I love them so much, I saved some of the best ones in a box. The same box where I stored pretty pics of people I used to perve on. I always think it’s creepy to have posters of people plastered on your walls, therefore I chose a box. Now that I think of it, my box possibly is the creepier method. But that’s a topic for another day.
Today it’s about my love for fanfics. Whether reading or writing them, I derive a lovely pleasure from it all. But the BEST thing about fanfic? It’s when I wake up to a surprise in my inbox from either of my very talented pseudos.
This morning I woke up to Jane’s piece for Nagareboshi – which in case you didn’t know is only the Bestest Best Drama out there! I have pined and whined and wheeled for a fanfic from her so much but I totally didn’t expect this (especially since she’s still spurning me for not watching City Hunter *coughcough*) So to get it colors my day all shades of lovely.
An Excerpt Below!
Kengo lets out his breath, a short expulsion of air he isn’t aware he’s holding. He stands, extending his hand out to her. She looks at it, then at him, her question unasked.
“Risa…” he pauses.
“Hmm?”
“Ishenou kairo.”
Let’s go home.
She stares at him, then at the outstretched hand, pondering. Kengo waits, uncertain why it seems her answer seems to greatly matter, and why he feels that a refusal will undoubtedly break him.
“Kairo,” he repeats, a little firmer this time.
Yes, home, Risa decides, putting her hand in his as he pulls her up.
And as she walks next him, their hands occasionally grazing, Kengo realizes that he has never felt more contented, more complete, other than when she’s by his side.
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Thanx JANE!
I heart you and you know you heart me, too! =D
ME!
Dear corner of Happy….
…it was more difficult to write you today. There are some days when I wish I have a sign hanging around my neck that said ” Bugger OFF!” The language on the metaphysical sign would get increasingly more foul at times during the day, but the message remains – ” I dislike you all, please don’t come near me.” Today was one of those days.
I used to disguise these foul moods much better in the past, but recently, I’m a grumpy bumpy walking neon sign of ”EFF YOU!” …it’s rather disconcerting actually. I think I need to either take up a martial art to channel all that anger or learn some Zen technique to breathe better. Or I just need to have some more ice cream.
Today is Tuesday which means 1-dollar-scoop night so I indulged in two. A delicious and completely fattening meld of Nutty Coconut and Chocolate Royal Mousse with a cake cone. It was fun to eat ice cream out of a cone again. I haven’t done that in ages.
So with two scoops of ice cream, a cone and ” I shall wear midnight” , harmony is somewhat restored. Amazing what sugar, cream and artificial flavoring can do.
Here to you, Ice Cream. Thanx!
With craving for more,
Me!
Dear corner of Happy…
…Today I’m grateful to Discworld, that magical, fantastical, hilarious place full of good people who are bad and bad people who are good. In other words, humans. But there are also your trolls, your vampires, werewolves and various non human beings that nevertheless completely humane. Off the top of my head, I have read more than 15 works in this series and I only dislike a couple. An amazing track record, isn’t it? All because Discworld’s creator is this brilliant awesome man who as shown below is never afraid to put a duck on his head.
Mr. Pratchett sir, thank you.
With a grateful heart and mind,
Me.
Dear Death….
….please take me when I’m 70 years old or if I’m infirm and losing my mind even before that (which knowing how I take care of my body will probably be the go-to option) . I have spent enough time around older people to have the reality of aging slap me across the face repeatedly…by a hand with rings. There’s no grace to it, no silver lining, only a body slowly ceasing to function and a mind that blurs.
Also, if Death looks like Brad Pitt in “Meet Joe Black”–that ain’t a bad thing at all!
With resignation,
Me
