michael jackson and farrah fawcett both passed away yesterday.
it’s surreal, and it’s really made me think
about how we’re living through history, how sudden death can be,
how the way our world is reacting to it
(I honestly cannot find a single channel on basic cable that doesn’t have the same facts about his death paraphrased in hour-long documentaries),
and how communication has developed.
(I’m sure half of North America found out from Facebook alone – it literally exploded).
i wasn’t too big of a fan, and his scandals did overshadow his musical talents at times,
but i liked his songs,
and Billie Jean is worthy of any mood.
if only we appreciated him before his unexpected, tragic end.
farrah fawcett’s death was expected, and i hope she passed peacefully. she fought her battle and in some ways, she did win.
i tried staying away from “Farrah’s Story” but maybe one day i’ll watch it with a box of tissues at hand.
i’ll be gone from tomorrow to the end of July. will be doing some lobster-hunting at the other side of the world. don’t know if i’ll have time to update, but we’ll see :) should be a good four weeks.
here’s where i hang the ‘Gone fishing’ sign on my door,
but i think all the fish are too busy thinking about michael jackson.
toodles,
klu.
(get it? we went to go see “Up”. ahahaha)
last night was beyond words — but actually, there’s a couple that will stay for a while,
like SQUIRREL! and POINT! (with the arm behind your back too), and
“I hid under your porch because I love you.”
:)
these are the moments that will stay with me,
hanging out in the bakery at Save-On-Foods,
losing a couple between the aisles,
getting kicked out of Tri-ty because of Mo, and getting a table with Inn & Phobee,
“Let’s order tons of chicken so we can PISS HER OFF.”
taking hundreds of pictures, switching hands, switching “signatures”,
swishing bubbletea, switching iPhones, cell phones,
cube runner high scores, tap tap that never loads,
and filling up the 2GB with smiles, giggle-snorts, and constipated expressions.
…”candid”
talking about Jude Law with Willum at the library, the bench by the weird metal thing,
and “oh yeah, I’m by Fruits & Passions” –
DUMBOHEAD. you were nowhere close…
and “ladies’ man” made my day.
these are the smells and sounds and faces I want to take with me
anywhere,
Icky’s “heh heh”s and Phobee’s “huh huh”s and Innie’s
“LOOKS LIKE YOU”s from the back, and sound of Manu & Vinny, “failing” with the popcorn for the fourth time.
moving together, trying out the “magnet”
(which was a big fail, btw),
“follow Annabelle, our fearless leader!”,
and realizing that my eyes really don’t open when I smile,
because we smiled a lot,
laughed more,
walked all over on a fickle stomach,
ditched the hot pot, j-walked over to the korean bbq (dangerously),
listening to k-pop (”Gee-gee-gee-gee”) and leaving it to the cookmasters and Tim-Russ to figure out the menu,
“I wanna keep my eyebrows, guys” as the smoke goes up,
and throwing the huge onions on the hole whenever the fire blew up.
these are the tastes of summer, and feel of dumboheaded friends
that I wanna write about.
–more photos coming up on the dusty flickr account–
(i realize i uploaded them in the wrong order; it just felt right like that.)
can’t wait till the next one :)
[leaving in 4 days. i'm packing soon, I promise!]
ps – did i tell you?
I GOT THE CAMERA :) it’s beautiful.
for some changes.
I’ve always been shifty with leaving a mark, whether it be blogs or post-its on the walls or those journals I never end up finishing. I always see something I want to try differently, and don’t see the point in continuing something that I obviously find fault with.
Or maybe I’m just too used to always have changes of scenery.
Thinking about leaving this blog, but there’s too much already on here to not continue. A fresh start would be nice, but I *could* always just delete everything.
We’ll see.
Until then,
EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS -thursday is cramming day- EXAMEXAM.
Final hell week of the year?
i am DONE my 20 pages!
portfolio est fini!
so happy!
absolutely exhausted, but really satisfied everything is done.
actually, it’s crap. but there’s some decent pieces deserving of a lotta love in there.
today was fun; i’m really going to miss writing class. never been in such a tight-knit, comfortable class before.
such a shame we didn’t get a chance to take a photo.
one of those kind of memory i hope stays with me for a very long time –
“hey, remember that cockroach??”
:)
phew, now to start cramming for chem final, phys terror, eng/schum/math provs.
GANBATTE.
to be FREAKING OUT ABOUT PORTFOLIO!
actually starting to get a bit nervous.
at the rate I’m burning through these pieces, they will either
a) self annihilate for sucking. so damn hard.
b) get deleted by me banging my head repetitively against the keyboard in an attempt to stay awake or
c) not. get. written. because i’m so out of ideas.
ARRGH;KAJDS;FJAD D:
i want my weekend back.
20 pages of writing – 10 down, 10 to go.
“and miles to go before i sleep,
and miles to go before i sleep”
…miles as in hours.
..as in 4 hours.
that’s 240 minutes.
and it took me 2 minutes to type this and hit enter.
booop.
238.
:/
Eric has some eye medication and I’m crashing in his room while he’s trying to get to sleep. Some quotes jotted down from him mumbling to himself (partially me?).
“I’m sorry I can’t see you laughing…silently…
SILENTLY…”
“…you’re probably laughing right now.”
“And I double check *everything.”
…
“What’s two plus two? Four.”
“How’s the laughing going? SILENTLY…”
…
“I can’t do the eye rolling thing…”
“You’re laughing, right? -haha- How do youuu know?”
“Sometimes I wonder…”
“…if you’re just a dream. And you don’t really come true. And it’s a really long dream and I’ll be hungry and my tummy will tell me ERIC WAKE UP! Hoho, I never knew I could do that.”
The things I’ll miss if I move out after grad.
P.S. My nail smiley face! Too bad it’s grown out and I trimmed them again. (The ‘mouth’ is gone now’)
NOT.
posts, night before Math final and English journals and last day to revise portfolio…
lazy
