Panties In A Bunch
March 2, 2009 § Leave a comment
There aren’t many things that can compare to the anti-depressant powers of shopping. I love even grocery shopping, the feeling of walking into a store packed with choices, picking up the things that I need and picking out something new to try.
Some women love buying shoes. Some own a huge collection of jeans. I love buying underwear. New clothes always make me happy, but nothing lifts my heart like putting on a new pair of panties. If I had the money, I would have an enormous underwear collection.
I am not sure why this is. Perhaps it is due to the fact that I never really owned cute underpants as a child, and now I am subconsciously compensating for the deprivation of my youth.
I Love You But I’m Letting Go
February 27, 2009 § 1 Comment
On Wednesday I had the chance to speak with an older female IV leader about the one overwhelming aspect of my life right now, and by God’s grace she was able to speak truth into my life, revealing some things that I didn’t even know I was struggling with. It helped, but the hurt only deepened once I understood it, and is now giving way to anger.
Unlike despair, in which I can wallow miserably, anger makes me restless. I want to throw things, to get out. I want to go home. I want to confront people. But most of all, I just want my life back. But some people have to go and make things complicated…
I also wish I could stop pretending to be fine. Some of it is self-wrought, a defense mechanism because talking about it is painful even when I laugh about it. Some of it is caused by the fact that the world moves on, and even my closest friends can’t understand what I’m going through. Sometimes it’s not pretending, but most of the time I still carry around a darkness that I cannot yet release.
I can’t stop listening to this song:
If Goliath Were A Citrus
February 24, 2009 § Leave a comment
While cavorting around Wal-Mart on Friday, Roomie #1 and I stumbled upon the bin of “exotic” fruits, which held a bunch of large, light-green spheres labeled “pomelos”.
“WHAT are these?!” I exclaimed as I examined one. She took it from me and began tossing it in the air. “I don’t know, but I really want to play soccer with it or something.”
JZ came over and explained that pomelos are like grapefruit, except even bigger. Astounded, I knew that I had to try one. The best-looking one was the one that Roomie #1 had been throwing up and down, but fortunately, as I discovered, the rind of a pomelo is over an inch thick.
This is how big it was, compared to my iPod:
It was quite an ordeal breaking into that thing. I believe that it was not ripe yet, because it was rather dry inside, which made it difficult to break through the sections. It was a messy process indeed.
The inside of the rind felt very strange and spongy, like insulation. The taste of the flesh was similar to to grapefruit except less tangy; I didn’t bother trying the skin [pith?] because I figured it would be bitter.
All in all, it was not a terrible experience, but it was also not one that I would choose to repeat. I think I’ll stick to regular grapefruit from now on.
My Life In Pictures
February 22, 2009 § Leave a comment
Listening To: Nicholas Tse (謝霆鋒) – 谢谢你的爱 1999
别问最爱我的人 / 伤我有多深
Who would’ve known that I could identify so closely with Jon Arbuckle? I’m still a little heartbroken and very, very sick, and these are perfect representations of how I feel. [Taken from Garfield Minus Garfield.]
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