Desaturation against the drunken

And I am asleep. I think?



~~~

ADventures.

...with Brooke.


A simple trip to get bangs ended up in a day of excessive shopping, eating, camp fires, and screen gawking. Acid clouds and "waterfalls of sound waves."

Back to looking like a child and being tired.

~~~

Confessions...

...and objections of the dolled up gullible.

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Pony bath

This is for Val.

~~~

Zipadee doo dah

Sometimes you have to admit that you get tired of being on your feet.

That's when you slowly learn how to fly.

(And skip lala-land altogether)


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How May I Help You?

Second day in training. I was put in art supplies today. I preferred the registers from my first day of Barnes.
Today was more of an emotional chore since I was stuck on the second floor alone. I didn't have Mercedes to talk to or any other customers to chit chat with.


After work, Jess and I tried to find BCBG at Eastview. Instead of walking out of the mall with a giveaway, I ended up with yellow shoes.

So many more things to buy?


~~~

Barnes.





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running







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Orienting.






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Cake

It was a morning of wonderful breathing.

It was a Sarah and Brooke kind of evening.

My fortune cookie was right.
And I was a celebrity to the two wiggers.

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Watching A Window

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Chonny: "With the rent you're paying, you should have a roller coaster in your room."

From Marginal Error.

Jenny reminded me that I was human.

My cycles will begin and end and start again...

...but I can't appreciate good emotions if I don't feel the bad ones (thanks Catherine).

Rocking back and forth won't work...

...but rocking out with friends would.

The good news of the day:
I have a second job all thanks to Mercedes.


The good news of the quarter:
I'm going to be so busy working for money and for merit.

I just wanted to jot this down now that I'm feeling light as a feather
...and my corners aren't closing in as much as they did before.

...and I guess for my case, the last stanza bounces on earless walls.

~~~

A Hello From the Office.

Hello.


Twitter
Pandora
Facebook
Copy, Copy
Colored Paper
Mail Room to Go
I hugged a Brooke
Counting Ceiling Tiles with Mold
Etc.
et
e



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Emergency Room 21

There is almost nothing pleasant about being in the emergency room...



...except for the people who sacrifice their time to bring you there and stay to see if you'll be fine, who ask you for updates and reassure you that you will be alright, and the doctors and nurses that were more than kind.

The emergency room welcomed me at 2:22 am (at least the tag that is still strapped on my left wrist tells me so).

The uneasiness of Saturday night of claustrophobia and the various relationship stresses didn't help the discomfort. It was an appendicitis scare that kept me in my temporary and unconventional "hotel" room for about 3-4 hours.

I wasn't sure if the immediate cure of crying would have helped so I resorted to laughing with Jess who was extremely nice to stay with me until she had to go back to our apartment to finish packing for her flight that would leave that same morning.
There is nothing more comforting than having someone stay with you and share in the delusions of the early hours. Lots of ice-creamy-cakey-cake.
My uncle and my cousin Jenny were my over-the-phone doctors. I hated bothering them at that odd time, but I needed to talk to people who genuinely cared about the state I was in. They reassured me nonstop.

All the attention I was getting made me feel better. It was the kind of social cure I needed from being very locked up (more emotional than physical) these past few days. I constantly thanked and gave bundles of sorry's to everyone.

After being discharged, a cab came for me. I went home with an odd mix of memorabilia: the tag still attached to me and a phone number from my cab drivers.

~~~

Jess'n'Joi Adventures

Our mini adventures usually result because of shopping.

Photo booth and fitting rooms.
Silly faces and silly shorts.

Comfy, but I would never....
I had fun in my fitting room hah.



Amusing, but she would
never buy those Apple Bottoms.

Love her :D

~~~

Being in Another World with Another Body

The 7th of August...

...we left three hours later than we were supposed to and I guess I got bored.

To make the story short, we spent our day of vacation in the car...
...and continued to tend to the sick thing the afternoon after.

At least we bonded...

.

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Gasp! Almost skipped today

So, in a few hours I'll be on the road with my family.

And I've managed to pack a lot...again.

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Less

Stumbled. Etsy, I guess.



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Ponyo!

I haven't been keeping up with Hayao Miyazaki so much, but I'm confident enough to say that I am a fan. Spirited Away introduced me to his quirky world and I've continued to fall in love with the rest of his creations every time Jess, Val, or Alex and I spend some time around the TV.

I have yet to see two out of the six listed here (meaning I've seen four of them):



This is news to me...he and Disney equals:

Really? Ok, I'll most definitely still see it.
It's a Miyazaki so it HAS to be amazing! (:

Some of the voice actors (like two of them) make me question lots and lots of things.... Dear Disney, why?


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Music Boxes

When I was a baby, my mother would play all the music boxes we had to usher me to dreamland. I guess that's how I've come to love music boxes.

Anyway, enjoy the dorkage:

AirplaneFoods, I think you're amazing.

~~~

Ernest Hemingway

"I love sleep. My life has the tendency
to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?"

Photo from PBS: (Ernest Hemingway, East Africa, 1954. Photofest)



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Dear Photographer,

Having Jen Wang's "Touchfood" as my homepage for the longest time, I decided to move on to "Dear Photographer,". I just get a kick out of all the sarcasm and annoyances.

Here are a few favorites:

1. Out of Your 1000s Pictures, How Many are Truly Exceptional?

2. Well Look Who's Mr. Moneybags?

3. Everyday is the Only Way

4. Macro Flowers Kill

5. You Love Your Feet Too Much

6. HDR is from Satan

7. You are Not a Photographer

8. Boobs and Views

9. You Use Photoshop

10. You Still Use Film

And I'm pretty sure we have all been guilty of these things.
Please enjoy them as much as I did. The site is full of snickergiggles.

~~~

Faeryland

After stuffing ourselves with food made for my Godmother's birthday, my cousins, sister, and I headed off to play games. As Jewel distributed the Uno cards, she noticed her brother Jeremy playing "Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End" on their Wii. She looked at me and said,

"Ate Kamille...'At world's end'?
I don't want the world to end...
...it's such a beautiful place."

~~~

Skipping numbers.

Stumbled.

We've heard this countless times in our lives and it usually leaves the inconsolable birds under a giant hole-y umbrella of doubt. It doesn't really help.

I prefer a pat on the back or a big hug instead of this cliche.

Thing is, I would make an exception if it was always put in some sort of art form such as the example above.

Then I will actually believe that "It (whatever 'it' may be) is Going to be Ok."

~

So um, my dad just decided to tell me that we're leaving a day earlier. He plans on visiting Wine Country around the Finger Lakes area.
No matter how many questions I ask him, I never get straight answers so I details are as vague as Old Father William. I never was too fond of family trips. It always ends up being an uncomfortable disaster full of misunderstandings and yelling. Hopefully this one won't be too horrible.

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