What have you done today?

“We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living but not a life. We’ve added years to life, not life to years.End quote. —George Carlin”


From Lolita

when soul meets body

source: midnightsa

something i experienced in the wee hours, when no one's watching, when the thunder cracks, when you drop your guard.

button pusher

only through destroying myself can i discover the greater power of my spirit - chuck palahniuk

Hey, meow

The cat loves sleeping on my clothes.

cruising down the highway on a cold, cold night

Top down in a convertible, whizzing down a highway to Alexis Bistro with friends. Good times. Got too wasted.

I'm wearing:

Philosophy Men skull scarf

Cotton On Men Tank top (I've been buying tons of men's stuff lately, I think I look nice in them)

Massimo Dutti leggings

Zara vest

Ylang Ylang charm bracelet

Clutch from Tangs

Mismatched

I see the mismatched colours on the bed - blue, white, green - and wonder if that applies to our lives as well. That our thoughts are equally disjointed, reasons unknown, so unreal, just placements. Even the curtains don't match but that's okay, I like them like that. Nothing is perfect, and I find comfort in that. That we're all here to make mistakes. And I'm unanswerable to none of you; your opinions of me are void.

"The more you change, the less you feel."

music for the soul: galapagos - the smashing pumpkins]

Run, baby, run

Eight hours later

At home, nursing tired feet and calves from the long run. Odie is asleep beside my feet as I sit here, typing away on the white Mac.

Ten hours earlier

Awoken by the phone alarm and I stayed in bed until I knew I shouldn't anymore. Sher came over, so we walked to the Piazza, where hundreds of others were awaiting for the cue at the start line. As the loud horn filled the air, everyone whizzed by us, including Sher later on, and we were separated by time and distance. I was on my own, feeding off No Doubt, Kings of Leon and other random music on my playlist. I kept my eyes on a few individuals I picked as my pacesetters but soon after, they all disappeared as well. I kept replacing them like worn socks. One by one. I'd jogged, then walked, then jogged again.

As I crossed the road, I had hit the wall, and I was close to just walking the whole marathon. It felt like I've done 5km and even after I picked the green elastic band (which I later found out it was the 6km mark), I was in no mood to run.

But one of the pacesetters kept my attention and I didn't think about anything else but to finish it. I was giving myself 2 hours and 30 minutes to finish the 11km mark. By the time I reached the finish line, it was just 2 hours. My soles and calves were in so much pain, I literally dragged them home.

So I used to be one of those who sniggled at those who tortured themselves running to death, but now I am one of them and I can't say I'm not pleased with my new profound achievement.