Thursday, January 27, 2011

{{ white and blue }}

I've forgotten how I used to love reading blogs; food blogs, fashion blogs, interior blogs, home decor blogs etc etc... It's such a heart-warming past-time. The creativity that flows around is so inspiring and looking at beautiful photographs makes me feel so relaxed, so calm and most importantly, so happy.

Work has not only been more than I imagined, it has been a bit of a disappointment to my expectations. I'm not going to argue to the fact that this job has a lot to offer me, a learning opportunity no doubt, but we live in a time where people insist on following their passion, having a career that they love. We can do that now, can't we?

So, a lost soul. Time is suppose to be this amazing medium that heals people and that guides people, but it also flies past us. I think sometimes we have to stop for time. Wild idea, but that's what I feel like I should do now.

Tape It

Stop button
Originally uploaded by Happysmurfday

The tape is town; it's wrecked
It's wrinkled.
It's faded.
It's obscure.
This time it won't pause
This time it won't replay
This time the music stops.

The tape is linked, it's blown.
It's mature.
It's nostalgic.
It's powerful.
Yet, it remains still
Yet, it whispers in silence
This time, the song lives.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

{{ it's a little warmer }}

The temperature is higher today. Not only was the sun out, the breeze made it a perfect day for walks. I put on my puffy jacket over my lulus and pj top (not exactly formal attire...) and grabbed my headphones as I walked out my door. It was a lovely day, despite the ongoing traffic. For the first time in a very long time, I felt a bit of liveliness in me. Sad, but true. I miss the warm weather.

Things I miss:
Fit body

and cheap pizza.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

{{ easier to start than to maintain }}

Five months have passed since my last Bikram session
Four months have passed since my last post
Three months have passed since my last enjoyable party
Two months have passed since my last outdoor adventure
One months have passed since my last unemployed days

It's been too long. I need to reorganize.
Tomorrow, is a day of rest.