I feel so naked without earrings.

:o

Third time's the charm

This is my second time watering my plants with hot water.

*Second time*!

They say it's okay to make mistakes as long as you're not repeating them, but I think I'm a bit slow on the uptake.

I was even extra careful to note that I should water my plants with *cold* water, repeating the directions in my head (yes, I need directions on watering plants). Still, I failed.

I actually even noticed while watering one of the plants that the water sprinkler felt a little warm. Being me, I automatically thought that I was:

a) extremely warm-hearted, warm-natured and therefore was lending this magical warm power into the plants

b) that the water jug was magical.

I kid you not. I need to grow up and use my brain.

Never been prouder.

When I was young I would ask my mother with a great deal of skepticism (especially for such a young age) if my father was any good at his job.

I still remember then, that even though I was at the age where I should idolize my parents, I held a lot of doubt on whether or not my father was good at working with fabric, cloth, textiles, etc.,

The problem was that his job wasn't merely dealt with labor or data, but artistry and aesthetics.

Anyhow, my mother answered earnestly (and which she still continues to do with just as much honest earnestness) that not only was my father good at his job, he was the Best!

At that time I just remembered walking away with much dubiousness, in a costume he made for me and my sister.

[Photo aptly captioned as: When I was Young and Knew no Better]

Now, you must realize that my father continued to make clothes for me and my sister (albeit more rarely as time went on... maybe because neither of us appreciated his fashion styles) and out of them all: the bell bottom jeans (that were too 70s for me and my sister to admit), the prom dresses (which were a mix between hit and miss, in my opinion), my grad dress (which I wore backwards, THE SHAME), my sister's clown blouse, and even NADA's design clothing that I watched a fashion show for... my favourite thing he has ever done, has to be the sofa covers he has just made.

I honestly don't know why I am so proud of them. Maybe because they look so normal? Because they fit so well? Because the colours actually kind of MATCH the house (although it was my sister and my mother who picked the cloths)? Anyhow, today was the day I actually told my dad that I was impressed with his skill. He beamed at me proudly.

Then I went to my room and laughed because I can honestly say today that I have never been as attached to sofa covers in my life. Maybe because all the love I wanted to have for everything he has ever (disastrously) created is made up for in these covers.

My dad, you are

Things to do:

I must learn to be more grateful.

...and to eat less junk food.


OH, Shakespeare. You EAT MY SOUL. *cries*

I'm Tired.

But I need to remember to pray.

Questions I wished People would Ask me (Part II)

Who is your favourite tragic couple? (Fiction or Non-fiction)

Without a doubt, Heloise and Abelard. Both were intelligent, articulate real people who went through a forbidden tryst which ended tragically. But there is no sweeter couple than these two, just because their end is so heartbreaking.

...I don't know why, but their tragedy speaks to me (even if it can be almost comical in a sense) while other tragic love stories just seem lame and overly passionate like Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde, Sir Lancelot and Guinevere.

Anyway, I just remembered this question when watching a clip of "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" where I found out the title of this film was taken from a poem dedicated to the couple Heloise and Abelard.