Another -- Anamnesis
I was finally home after my wet market duty at 4:00am. I had been lugging around about seven kilos of fresh meat and produce from one city to another. My sandals were mucky, slightly slippery, and smelled of chicken liver and fish scales. I smelled of fish scales and exhaust pipes. My hair was mussed-up, and I wanted a bed badly.
James had the above song playing. The stroller handle and vegetable bayong were out of my hands, and beside the table. My eyes had forgotten how to focus. I felt my arms being lifted around a neck, and another pair of arms finding their way around my waist.
Then, slow, subtle swaying. A warm and gentle nose nuzzling my cheek.
I guess he knew how worked up I could get on a wet market run. And I think I remember asking him why we haven’t ever slow-danced yet. We slow-danced to the ending theme of a horror-suspense anime, and it was warm and lovely.
Dusting off drawing skills, and getting it done
Hi, guys and dolls. I've simply been letting my creativity take me where it wants to go. It feels a bit like when grown-ups let kids drag them to places unfamiliar, impractical, and maybe even a bit embarrassing, but as these sort of things go, it's never a dull moment.
It seems the place of choice at present is
Fashion design.
(There, I've said it. Currently quelling inner panic, but I think I'll manage.)
It's been ages since I've taken pencil to paper, but well, you know, why not give it a try? It's good practice, gets my ideas out in the open to see how work-able and do-able they are, and I don't really lose much, except perhaps a bit of my comfort zone. Plus, it's a good way to beat the living daylights out of my self-consciousness and self-doubt, and just get the work done.
Self-doubt and panic attacks
Kicking self-consciousness and constant worry to the curb can be a good thing for us to do, no matter how scary the thought can get. I say scary, because it's been noted that every time we set out to do something we've never done before, there's this tiny, nervous voice at the back of our heads that sets panic alarms off.
"Oh wow, this is kinda new for me. I wonder how well I can pull this off. Can I actually pull this off? I mean, other folks do it so amazingly well, I don't know if I can get up to their level. Oh gosh, do I even have the right skill set for this? Do I have the right perspective to this? What if I do it and give it all I've got, and it comes out an absolute fail next to their work? Was I meant for this? What the hell am I even doing here?! How could I even think I could actually do this?! I can't even --"
Sounds familiar?
It sure does to me.
I want to stay in this lovely glow the weekend has given me.
Dear Weekend,
You've been so good to me. I have no words.
Thank you for having James and I take a chance and spend a pleasant evening in the company of good food, a few drinks, and excellent company.
Thank you for James teaching Fai and Anja Magic: The Gathering 101, then have me mentor along as they kicked each other's asses most awesomely with Koth and Venser decks.
Thank you for James teaching Fai and Anja Magic: The Gathering 101, then have me mentor along as they kicked each other's asses most awesomely with Koth and Venser decks.
Thank you for taking me into Marissa's home, inspiring and feeding my spirit with all the history and character and beautiful art it contained. It taught me a lot of things ---- being unapologetic about one's creative spirit, how trusting your keen eyes and taking things "other people throw out" (as Marissa says) can make a beautiful home, and how I have every right and reason to dream and make them happen. James and I now know what kind of home we'd both like to grow old in -- I definitely know what kind of home I'd want to grow and make my art in.
Thank you for wonderful conversation, wonderful food, and wonderful hospitality.
Thank you for kind, warm colleagues and car rides.
Thank you for mother-in-law meals and desserts, and for half a cavan of rice and some mangoes to take home. This will feed us for two months, maybe even more.
I have sooooo much to be thankful for, and I want to stay in this state of mind for as long as I can, and keep finding more things to be thankful for.
I am proud to be a Brony.
A while ago if you would ask me what I watch in my spare time,
No I probably wouldn't tell you what was really on my mind.
But lately I've been thinking of a reason I should hide
FiM as if to mention it where painful, when it feels so good inside!
Why can't I mention Fluttershy and her timid loving mind,
How she can be herself near animals, but shies away from her own kind?
Why can't I mention Pinkie Pie? And the way she kind of acts a bit like me sometimes?
You see I use to hate that I liked my little pony. Not any more...
I'm proud to be a brony!
(Sound bytes from the show during bridge.)
"FOREVER!"
"Can't hear ya, I'm asleep."
"Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh OHMYGOSH!!"
"Thiiis is whiiining!"
"You rock! woohoo..."
"Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle."
"can you do that? Can you explode twice?"
"It needs to be about twenty percent cooler."
"Oatmeal?! Are you crazy!?"
"I don't wanna talk about it..."
*grin*
Many try to make me feel embarrassed but their attempts have been in vain,
For though they tell me I'm the one with problems, they're the ones who are insane!
So for those watch but won't admit it; well you shouldn't be like that.
Cause you could be twenty percent cooler in ten seconds flat!
Why don't you mention Rainbow Dash and her acrobatic skill,
How she will try her hoof at anything just to get a little thrill?
Why don't you mention Apple Jack, and talk about her honest southern style power of will?
See you don't have to fake that you hate my little pony. Shout it out!
"I'm proud to be a brony!"
---Musical Interlude---
"My Little Pony"
"Winter Wrap Up"
"Art of the Dress"
"Cupcakes"
So I'm gonna mention Rarity and how she's oh so lady like,
But even though she's prim and proper, she could make it in a fight!
And I'm gonna mention Twilight, and though she's kinda nerdy, boasts a power tucked away, could take an Ursa any day!
So how about you? Would you do what I do, or be phony?
I'm asking you now...
Are you proud to be a brony?!
Are you proud to be a brony?...
~*~*~*~
Props to BlackGryphon for creating this awesome fan song.
Smile! You just got 20% cooler.
Oy, Tinypic.
Hi, everyone.You may notice for a number of posts that some of my pictures seem to vanish. Just like that.
It seems that Tinypic enjoys my pictures so much, it makes like they're tasty and eats them.
Quite disconcerting, I assure you.
So, I'll do what I can to remedy this problem. Thanks for your patience, folks.
Because we love Bruce Lee
and he's one of the biggest bad-asses we know.
Lo, behold his bad-assery.
Tutorial: How to Make Yoga Shorts from an Infinity Dress
I'm here to also talk about yoga workout clothes. More specifically, making them.
One of the things I used to groan about exercise was that I didn't have enough exercise clothes to sweat into.
When I sweat, I sweat buckets. Seriously. The last time I did yoga, and went up to take a bath, James was aghast and exclaimed, "Honey! Did you do manual labor or something?!" (Also, iron-clad rules for fitness, ladies and gents: Drink. Water. Keep drinking. One of the best and simplest rules ever.) Now, lovely as a good, hard-earned sweat can be, running out of sweat-able clothes isn't. So, In the DIY-ness you know me best, I converted an ill-fitting stretch jersey A-line infinity dress I picked up from a bazaar into yoga shorts. Getting into the Yoga habit.
There are just some things that you just gotta do for yourself.Like exercise.
Hoooo, boy.
I was sweating and heaving and groaning and shaking and holding on for dear life through the poses. And that was just the warm-up, by the way.
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