One whole extra day to enjoy this beautiful life. Spend it wisely — not just in what you do, but in how you feel and what you think.
I’m feeling great! Really grateful for a job that I get excited about, plenty of friends and family, toast with chocolate & toffee flavored office-brewed coffee, and such a lot of life left to live. :) ♥
Every day, I am becoming a better programmer. And it surely makes me happy. ♥
Kitten ♥
These are the days of apartment living. These are the days I bow to idols. These are the days we listen to Weezer and Afroman.
Light an incense; and a couple other things. These are the days of auto-tune and auto-correct. I need to check my e-mail NOW.
These are the days I don’t wake ‘til ten. These are the days we lie all day, skin to skin, feelings bared, talking about how much there is still to be learned, so much still left to be done.
These are the days I need to study, these are the days I write silly poems instead. These will be the days we rally, not to the bars but to Civic Center Plaza.
These are the days that we’ll be missing.
These are the days we feel most lonely.
These are the days we can’t afford, but I’ll just put it on the card.
These are the days of contemplation, these are the days of whiskey shots. These are the days of the traffic light right outside my living room window.
(Then there was that day my cat fell out the window and shit herself.)
These are the day of modular furniture. These are the days I wear whatever I want, but I will take extra care if we’re going on a date. These are the days in between. I know who I am, but where do I want to be? These are the days I don’t mind being hungry, these are the days I choose carefully who I associate with. These are the days we choose to have fun; once the day has left, we know it is gone - this, we have not forgotten yet.
These are the days I am too honest, my words do not blush, my thoughts are not hidden. These are the days I embrace. These are the days I’m still learning how to love. These are the days I hold you, these are the days I know there’s something so sexy about that little curve in your back and the way your shiver when I trace it with my fingers.
These are the days I feel alive. Then there are those days I feel undead.
These are the days of rationalization. These are the days of self-honesty. These are the days of unnamed principles.
There are some nights of self-pity, but these are the days of feigned bravery. These are the days that no one planned for us. These are the days we take control. These are the days that we will miss. Even the seasons change every time they come back. These are our days. This is my day.
Sincerely,
CHT
GPOY Saturday Morning at a Cafe Edition
@ Urban Grind, Hillcrest, San Diego, CA, USA, N.A., Earth, Solar System, Milky Way, Universe…..
Enjoying the pleasure of my own company. Why can’t it be like this more often? I need my life to be…at least THREE times more like this.
(Yes, I *am* always that serious…)
GPOY I used to have long hair Edition
This has nothing to do with the picture but looking at it and creating this post, in this moment right now, I feel centered. There certainly are piles of paperworks stacked in organized chaos on my desk, but I am above it all. The future is looking good. I think I’m beginning to understand what I want to do…
A tricoloured heron walks in shallow water in the Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge in Titusville, Florida
Picture: AFP/GETTY (via Pictures of the day: 1 November 2010 - Telegraph)
I saw one of these Monday on the way to work at the turnaround on the freeway. Weird, huh?
Today is Friday, and I am so glad to be awake because I was having one of those really bad days in my dreams.
In light of the fact that unsubscribe attempts often prove unsuccessful, I am resorting to Gmail’s filters function to delete unwanted subscriptions before they reach my inbox. The above is an example of an unwanted subscription.
I once signed up for a volunteer opportunity because I was feeling charitable and, oh yeah, they were giving away a free day at Disneyland. Since then I have received emails at least twice a week calling for volunteers or inviting to Wine & Cheese events from the Women’s History Museum in San Diego. I love women, and I’m all for their history, but one day with those women was enough for me. Thank you, Google. No, thank you, Judy.
I wrote this to myself on August 26, 2009. I received this email a year later, 4 days ago. I lose touch with myself very often, so it’s nice to hear from me once in a while. :)
Dear Future Kris,
Hey, it’s me. I just re-read the e-mail that mid-2008 Kris sent to me and I got inspired to send this to you. Judging from the pervasive grammar problems, and not to mention the sincere outpour of pure emotions, I was likely drunk or some sort of intoxicated when I wrote that.
This past summer has been kind of crazy. Somehow within the past week, a lot of ME has come about. I made the mistake of trying to tell Dad about how I really feel about my childhood. He was extremely upset and I’ve made up my mind now to never do that again. What do you think? Maybe now you may decide differently. I don’t know, I feel like I’ve grown a lot within these past two to three years; a lot meaning exponentially. I haven’t always grown in the right direction. I’ve become more selfish, more self-centered, more cynical, less compassionate, less explicitly spiritual, and more pronounced in my hermit-like lifestyle. I have always been a social anomaly, but it was only within recent months that I made this realization. I am so curious as to who you are now. What do you think about? What are your goals?
2008 Kris asked me what kind of music I listened to now, who I’m in love with, whether I was happy…She also told me that I MUST go into the Peace Corps. You know, up until these past few days, I think I had given up that pursuit like so many others. I remember when Marina Zelinski had looked at me mournfully when I mentioned my Peace Corps dreams to her; she said she always wanted to do something like that. I don’t want to become that, do you? What’re your goals now? Have they changed again? I really want to go into the military right now. It just feels so right to me. I had been so lost for the past half a year…after Sacramento, I felt like I had lost all sense of purpose. I realized that I had reached the end of my charted road and I forgot to plan out the subsequent route. Just a couple days ago, Dad mentioned the military route to me and I was instantly inspired. However, I’m afraid to talk to too many people about this, because as you may know - the only thing I hate more
than not having dreams is unfulfilled dreams because they constitute broken promises to me. And somewhere in my mind is the vague memory of me making a promise to myself to never break a promise, especially not to myself.
I’m really working on being a person of my word right now. I want to strictly adhere to my word - on not just important matters but also trivial matters. I want to be someone that I can respect. Something I have definitely still carried over continuously since my adolescent life is I want to make a difference in this world - or a significant chunk of it at least. So, some questions, as I’ve mentioned - what’re your goals? Where are you working now? How are you controlling your finances? Do you or have you love(d) someone special?
If the answer to that last one is no. What’re you waiting for? Stop being such a wuss! Be bold, but stay cool, as always. However, if she’s worth making a fool out of yourself for, then just do it. Promise me, you won’t let yourself be silently miserable. (Read “Little Herr Friedemann” by Thomas Mann, who btw is a GENIUS.)
How’s the family? I hope that you have been a better daughter and sister than I have. I hope you’re still drumming and skating…PLEASE don’t tell me you’re too old….there’s no such thing. What’s your favorite thing to cook right now, btw? I do hope your cooking has improved. Read any good books lately? And of course, music - what’s good right now? Please give Mocha the most loving embrace and kiss for me - somehow I love her more than life.
No matter what your answers are to these questions, I love you, Kris. I know that you are capable of going places. We’re going to get there, step by step. Regardless of who you are and where you are, I am proud of how far you’ve come. Now let’s take this fucker up one notch, eh?
Love you, of course,
Kris.
This is what will be happening in my life tonight.
Owl City. John Mayer. (On the lawn, under the stars.) CLUB SEATS. UP CLOSE AND IN THE CENTER. Me. KQ. Tonight. ♥
I know I might have misled some to believe that I was no longer going to the JM concert when I made that sad sad post last week. I didn’t do so intentionally, I really wasn’t going to go. But, well, I mean, all I can say is -
I HAVE THE BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER!
Some of my assigned tasks this week -
My job title? Project Coordinator at Innovive Inc.
I wonder what Friday will bring…
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pink lemonade coconut water frosty: recipe here
Food Porn.
Vanilla ice cream served in a hollow apple and drenched with caramel syrup.
1LB of Cajun Shrimp @ The Boiling Crab
