Buy one, get one free

As a promise made in the previous post. PS - thanks Kat for the title idea :)

Why didn’t anyone tell me
That women are like Christmas trees
Really only good when they’re all adorned
With round silicone curiosities
And cotton to cover up their prickly idiosyncrasies
And unruly oddities
That they inherited from consumer fables
While they stood obedient, silent
In the vacant corner of the local deli
Forced to observe, and knowing better
Than to yell when the back is already turned
So that the merchant,
Void of any guilt from the illegalities entailed,
Can approach the customer
Tilt his head in the direction of the object so pleasing to the eye
And say
“Yep, they only come in real or fake.”


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I was going to tell him about a college I got into

me: so guess what
fred: you have a rare but lethal strain of staff flowing througout your body and you wont survive unless i give you a blood transfusion
but its a risky procedure
and it might kill the both of us
me: but you'll do it for ME, right
fred: oh of course
im a bellarmine boy
im a man for others
me: you sit on the couch and play with yourself
dont forget that part
fred: esp the part where im a badass fairy
me: hahahaaha
anyways
GUESS WHAT
fred: oh i wasnt right the first time
shit



No moping can last too long with people like these around.


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Wind, sun, and a whole lotta dirty fun

Dirty because our feet looked like we were African, and there's still sand in my shoes and jeans.

The past two days were spent at the beach in Aptos. I'll write a detailed post about the events (and trust me, there is definitely something to write about) tomorrow, but for now, here are a few photos with the lovely Nikon D200. Facebook kills picture quality.








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Lipstick red

I've always loved the vibrance of this photo.

It was in Russia two summers ago, I think. The flower was illuminated to look almost poisonous, deadly.

There's something about this color that's always intoxicated my eyes. A deep, pure red that you can't look away from. I think this unconditional pull is what makes it so lethal, and, at the same time, what pushes some people away. For me, it represents life's most vital aspects: passion, excitement, spontaneity, danger, happiness. Danger because it is the color of blood, happiness because it is the color of love.

It takes a real vixen to wear red. Not everyone can do it. I'm not talking about some maroon tank top, I mean a real lipstick-red dress that breaks everyone's necks as they turn to get a good look. It's a color that can make you or break you. Diva or clown? If you try, you're shooting yourself in the foot. In red, sexy comes effortless.

That's why I love it. You can't fake sexiness in red. You end up looking trashy. The color will expose your every curve, every hint of doubt, every imperfection. So you have to own it on the inside. Be the diva, be fierce. Genuine confidence goes a long way.
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It shines like the sacred halo of gold

My first acceptance letter.

I stood crying at the mailbox. No, they were not tears of ecstatic joy that I got into a college, although that is one reason to celebrate. Amidst the otherwise terribly sucky events of the day, I receive the acceptance letter - because I deserve it. There's no bad luck/good luck principle involved, no life-throwing-curveballs shit. I worked for my grades, so I got in.

I presume to conclude that no matter the circumstance, we all get what we deserve.


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WTF, in a good way

Can you imagine that this was George Clooney?


What I mean to say is, can you imagine going from that to this?



How people change...


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"How painful, my darling, how strange,
With my roots interweaved in the ground –
How painful, my darling, how strange
To be split apart under a saw.
The wound in my heart won’t change,
But swell up with tears and drown,
The wound in my heart won’t change –
But dry up and turn into straw."

"As long as I’m living, I’m yours –
Can’t separate blood from the soul,
As long as I’m living, I’m yours –
Death’s partner will always be love.
You’ll carry it through every hole,
You’ll carry through darkness and wars,
You’ll carry through darkness and wars
Your genuine home, my beloved."

"But what if I can’t find a cover
From pity, incurable shame,
But what if I can’t find a cover
To shield me from cold and the dark?"
"We’ll soon meet again, you’ll discover,
Remember me one and the same,
We’ll soon meet again, you’ll discover,
At a place where we’ll both disembark."


"And what if I still disappear –
Just a short ray of light in the sun –
And what if I still disappear
In the Milky Way smoke of the stars?"
"Then I’ll never stop praying, my dear,
That you find the route you’ve begun,
Then I’ll never stop praying, my dear,
That you return without a scar."

He sat in the chill dusty train,
Became homeless, quiet, and content,
He sat in the chill dusty train,
Half-crying, half-trying to relax,
When the steel on the slippery lane
Roared a terrible echo and bent,
When the steel on the slippery lane
Tore the wheels away from the tracks.

An inhuman merciless force,
Destroying it all with one knock,
An inhuman merciless force
Took part of the earth to the stars.
And no one was spared in the course
By the promised reunion talk,
And no one was spared in the course
By the hand reaching out from afar.

Don’t leave those you love for endeavors,
Don’t leave those you love for endeavors,
Don’t leave those you love for endeavors
That even your heart won’t permit.
Say goodbye like you’re leaving forever,
Say goodbye like you’re leaving forever,
Say goodbye like you’re leaving forever,
Even when you’ll be back in a bit.






© Me
(rough translation of a Russian poem by A. Kotchekov)
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Move over, Carrie

I did my breaking-a-social-norm thing for psych today, but too tired to post about it now. The result really was quite shocking and unexpected, so it's post-worthy. For now all I have energy for is to say this:

In honor of Buy shoes with heels day, I bought the most beautiful shoes in the entire world. I usually don't care much for fashion, but it's nothing to do with fashion. When I put them on, I feel like I'm stepping out of a Sex and the City episode (and those usually leave me feeling poor, boring, lonely, and terribly dressed).

Don't ask how much they cost. Damn you, Confessions of a Shopaholic. Since I use a credit card, the next step would be to snag a dress from Betsey Johnson and a necklace to match from Nordstrom. Oh wait, I already bought a matching $50 necklace. It was sterling silver!!! And it was on sale. 

No, actually it wasn't. I'm a terrible person who deserves to rot in shopaholics anonymous.

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Bucket list

Couldn't sleep. Found this saved on my old laptop from at least 2 years ago:

Before I die, I want to max out all my credit cards. Before I die I want to stop someone on the street and ask them if they will have sex with me. Before I die I want to speed really fast down a highway at four in the morning singing at the top of my lungs. Before I die I want to flip off a movie star. Before I die, I want to be curbstomped by an elephant. But if I can't, I want to sit on a beach with a cigarette in one hand and yours in the other with your head on my shoulder watching the sunset. If that happened, I think I could die right there and it would be okay.

- Anonymous

I did a Google search, but couldn't find the source. I guess it doesn't matter that much - the fact that it's anonymous makes it more universal. What would you want to do before you die? I would want to get a tattoo, not something tasteless and overdone but weird and unconventional. I'd also want to witness a hurricane. I'd want to act in a movie, publish a book, work in retail for a day, meet an eskimo, star in a cop chase, and run naked through a busy business area. Yep, that's pretty much what I can come up with at 1 in the morning. Getting my license wouldn't be a bad idea either.

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