Wednesday, June 30, 2010

If we stand on the shoulders of giants we will be able to see new horizons

You can catch more flies with honey than you can with vinegar.

I've been thinking about this saying a lot, and trying to put it into practice.

But then I thought... what the heck would you want to catch flies for anyway?

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

I'm Addicted.

In reality, the fountain of youth is a puddle of sweat. Eat healthier and workout harder/smarter

I just fainted.

People who know me best know that I started my fitness journey a little over a year ago when I got into Beachbody's programs with Turbo Jam. And recently I just got serious by becoming a beachbody coach myself. I'm transforming my life and my body with TurboFire, ChaLEAN extreme, and Shakeology. I am so excited to share this with my clients. Anybody!
Anybody trying to lose weight, tone up, get healthy, prevent cancer, reverse heart disease, lower their cholesterol, reduce cravings, eat healthier...
This is for you:

Monday, June 28, 2010

I Mostly Enjoy Pictures Of People When They Have A Sore Throat. I Think It Brings Out The Honesty In Them.

Part of me is glass, and also, I love you.

I like stories about people who are lonely. I've started to realize that all my favorite books are about people that are lonely.
Time Traveler's Wife, Extremely Loud Incredibly Close, The History Of Love...
they're all about people who are lonely and struggling.

She talks about the underground tunnel that is dug between the minds of two people who have read and been moved by the same book, and the unsuspected current that runs between them. And there is this sense in The History of Love that these people have all been in some way moved, their lives have all been changed by this book and it becomes the vehicle, the tunnel and the way out of their loneliness.

When I was in high school, as a final assignment for "Catcher in the Rye" I wrote Holden Caulfield's eulogy. I killed him with an aneurysm. I believe that he thought too much and had so much thought that he couldn't express that his brain eventually exploded.

It's possible. I think all of our emotional stresses lead to physical stresses. Sadness that you carry will affect your lungs. Anger that you hold on to will affect your heart. Fear and anxiety affect your kidneys. Overthinking and worrying will affect your stomach. Listen to your body when you get sick.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

If There Ever Comes A Day When We Can't Be Together Keep Me In Your Heart, I'll Stay There Forever

“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”

You know that saying,
'If you live to be one hundred,
I want to live to be one hundred minus one day,
so that I will never have to live a day without you"...

It's cute. Very sweet. However, I'd like to point out the major flaw in this:

What if the love of your life is older than you? They will reach 100 and die before you.

And even if you were the same age, you'd have to have the same birthday. Dying the day of, or before your birthday is sad.

Also, what the probability that you'll live to be exactly 100?

Friday, June 25, 2010

Blood and Electricity.

I have been reading a lot of books.

Sometimes I'll have a few different books on the go.

Like, "The Art of Closing the Sale", and "Eat That Frog" and "My Name Is Memory" and "Nobody Belongs Here More Than You" and "Extremely Loud, Incredibly Close".

Sometimes I'll be reading about how to expand my business and become better at getting tasks done and not procrastinating, and then I'll switch to something fictional about loved ones who remember each other from past lives and struggle to connect again, and about a little boy trying to connect to his father who died in 9/11.

It's interesting cause it keeps me on my toes to have different stories going on all at once, but sometimes I'll mix them up and start confusing little boys eating frogs while looking for the love of their life from their past life and learning how to speak professionally to their clients.

My mind's a blur right now. Maybe my mother was right. Sometimes I should just focus on one thing at a time.

...But that's so not my style.

In other news, I received a call today from The Toronto Sun newspaper.
I made the top 20 for the Budweiser Pit Crew Girl Search 2010.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Walter Matthau Movies Can Only Entertain Me For So Long...

I'm feeling something I haven't felt for a very long time.


Because of the recent events going on in Toronto, school has been cancelled. And I know this feeling of boredom is mostly all in my head, and the only reason why is because I'm confined to my apartment. Now if I hadn't been confined to my apartment I'm sure that I would find plenty of things to do, and not feel the need to go out.

A few of my girlfriends have fled the city to be safe, and I am here.

I want to go grocery shopping but there are three levels of security that I need to go through just to get back into my apartment building, and I've also been told to stay out of the public area as much as possible.

Good thing I bought milk yesterday on my way home.

And I have some things I've been meaning to decoupage for a while now.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Things Were Happening Around Us, But Nothing Was Happening Between Us

The mistakes I've made are dead to me, but I can't take back the things I never did

Yesterday I went to a fireworks show.

What is it about fireworks that makes everyone stop and stare?
Its because we don't see them very often. They only happen during celebrations or special occasions. If they happened every day, eventually it would get annoying. All the loud pops and bangs, and sometimes it gets so bright you can't even look.

People always compare special moments in relationships to fireworks. Which doesn't really make sense if you think about it. Or maybe it does.

You light up a dynamite-like stick and send it off into the air so it can light up the sky with pretty lights and colors, but inevitably, it flutters down, and the colors and sparkles fade. And then you keep setting off more. You always want them to get higher and last longer than the previous. Some are duds and fizzle out right away. Some shoot up really high but don't last long at all.

And then the thing about fireworks shows is that they've got to know when to call it quits. People who put on fireworks shows are always trying to outdo the show they did last year, which means they get longer and more expensive every year. People can only last at a staggering fireworks show for so long.

It starts off consistently and steady. You hear the "oohs" and the "aahs" and then the finale comes. And you pack up to leave because you think its over. But it's no. For another half hour, there's a mix of big explosions, some duds, finales, and duds again. It should have ended long ago but its dragged on for a few more reactions until its dragged on so long that everyone just wants to get out.

I hope you've followed this metaphor. I guess what I'm trying to say is we should be more specific when comparing love.

Monday, June 14, 2010

The Best Way To Get Over A Woman Is To Turn Her Into Literature

And right now, I'll be the boy in your next song. I'll learn the parts and play along.
If you let me.

I love this!
This is the: "I got lucky last night- dance"

Thursday, June 10, 2010

There's A Hole In My Pocket That's About Her Size... But I Think Everything Is Gonna Be Alright

Sometimes when I can not write, I wait for the happy thoughts to pass. When the darkness returns, the words flow again and make their mark.

I've been spending the last few nights staying up late, writing stories about writing stories, which I then write about on my blog. I guess that means that right now I'm writing in my blog about writing a story about writing stories.

I've been feeling inspired to write stories about broken hearted people. I think those are the most interesting of people. I think that when I am broken hearted myself, I am at my most interesting. Although, I don't wish it upon anyone. At the same time, I wish it on everyone. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.

Anticipating a broken heart is similar to the feelings you experience before you jump out of a plane. You feel it all over. You're sick to your stomach. You can't think straight. You want to throw up and cry and scream and you pray to god that the parachute will open and save you. And although you're scared to death while you're falling, it's almost a thrill. And when the parachute has opened and you realize you're gonna be okay, and you realize that this whole time, it has been a thrill. That's when you actually realize, that you really are going to be okay. You'll live.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

The Longing That Exists Between Species

The maintenance man in my building is a very friendly guy. He's pretty funny. Although I'm not sure how well he speaks English, but he always talks to me. It's always the same thing:

When I'm leaving for school in the morning he yells at me to say
"Hey, how's your wrist?"
And I say: "It's still good."
Or he says "Where are your rollerblades?"
And I say: "I still don't rollerblade anymore"

Notice that I say "still" because he asks the same questions every day.

Or when I get home at night he'll greet me at the front door and let me know if he saw my roommate come home or not.

His English has gotten a lot better since we first started talking. At first he'd say a few words and use gestures and motions to communicate the rest.
For example, he'd say "Hey... where..." and then point down at his foot and make a rollerblading motion, which similarly, is the same motion as a bull kicking back dust before it charges towards the matador.

I really appreciate my friendship with this man.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

A Mockingbird Who's Just Lost Its Voice

It's my Gido's 81's birthday!!! Beerbongs and keg stands for everyone!
Just kidding... that's probably not acceptable, or appropriate.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

A Belated Birthday Present?

Well, I met John Mayer on November 23rd which was 11 days after my birthday. This must have been my belated birthday present?

Friday, June 4, 2010

I Bought A Ticket On A Plane, And By The Time It Landed You Were Gone Again

Wherever I go, whatever I do, I wonder where I am in my relationship to you
Wherever you go, wherever you are, I watch your life play out in pictures from afar

I'm writing a story about a man who has his heart broken after his woman chooses her career over love.

At first he wouldn't get out of bed, wouldn't eat, wouldn't speak. As she travelled further across the country for her career, the distance between him and her created a distance between his head and his heart.

One day she came back to their city and the distances came together. His head and his heart were in the right place. But only briefly as it was a short business trip.

This is when he decided that he needed to be near her. He would follow her from city to city. He didn't even need to see her, just being in the same city made him feel whole again.

Eventually he runs out of money from travelling and following her around the world without holding down a job, and has no choice but to become homeless in a city that isn't even his own. And as time goes by and she inevitably travels further away, he loses himself. Again.

And when you hear stories about what happened to those less-fortunate people, you may often hear men speaking bitterly about how their woman took everything they had. Their money, their cars, their homes, their kids. And he would nod in agreement, that she took his heart.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Wake Up and Dream Once More

I'm trying to recall what my earliest memory is.

I remember one time when I was little, my daycare teachers told us we were having "seagull soup" for lunch. I sat at the lunch table and cried. My mom picked me up from daycare early that day. I think I was 4.

I remember another time, also at daycare, while running through a gate, the latch swung down and cut my eyebrow. I still have the scar. My mom also picked me up from daycare early that day. I think I was 5.

I remember the traumatic experience of having the chicken pox. I don't remember how old I was, but I think that one is my earliest memory.
[Late Entry: Mom confirms: I was 3. And super cute. -Her words, not mine]

My most vivid early memory was the day my brother was born. I remember waking up in the middle of the night, my Aunt picking me up to go to my grandparents house, and how impatient I was as I waited at my grandparents' house all day for a phone call from my parents. I was getting really upset when I didn't hear from them. I didn't realize these things take time.
I was 6.

Tell me your childhood memories.