Oh, I adore you.

I'm finding myself sharing this wherever I can. Beautiful. Take a listen.

Melpo Mene - I Adore You

Lost in a daydream of blue
And I feel so free
And then, it's like
I fall from the sky
Everything that I see is you
And you should know that
I'm thinking about what you said
When you held my hand

Oh I adore you

Now we are older and
Things disappeared somehow
And I was thinking that
Maybe we'd stand a better chance
If we met today
I find myself talking to sharks
On my way to an island and
still...

I adore you, I adore you, I adore you.

I was young, I was old
And we were in, we were out
I wanna see, I wanna see it all
I wanna die, I wanna die
Sweetheart, sweetheart
I thought I saw, I thought I saw a light
See it now, see it now

An actual blog post?

Gasp.

Monday always seems to be a trip, as if it gives out this placebo effect & makes us all believe that Mondays are bad days, when sometimes, they're just not as eventful... & that's quite alright. My goodness, what a long sentence. Mondays give me more time to slow down & think, a time that becomes rare in this fast-paced world. Did the usuals: school, home, forage for food, Rachael Ray, emails/blogs, Ellen, procrastinate. Throughout the day, I would find myself in a situation that becomes "blogworthy" & I'll make a mental note of it. Unfortunately, laziness and/or lack of inspiration eventually intermits the fulfillment of that note.

I'm straying from my usual norm tonight (*this morning, considering it's 2am). Forget overanalyzing-- I'm going straight into it.

This is what I've been thinking about.
Real talk.

• Putting all jokes aside about my future husband, I'd really appreciate it if I could end up with someone who loves the arts... meaning, not JUST museums. I've been searching up live shows/musicals for a while & frequently get disappointed when I remind myself that my family isn't interested in "that stuff," nor do I have the funds to see a production. Perhaps that's what I want for Christmas, haha. Tickets to see a show. :) I've never been!
• Going back to Art History, it took decades for styles to completely wear out of a culture. What happened to that? What happened to retaining & embracing culture for years to come? It just seems like we're moving way too quickly (reference to the Greeks!). I mean, I grew up with VHS & cassette tapes. I felt SO cool when I got to use the typewriter; I was a pro! Now, I'm not even 20, & we don't even have a landline anymore; my whole family depends on cell phones. Everyone's caught up into social networking on laptops-- even elementary school kids. (I'm BLOGGING vs. writing in a journal, whaat!) Values are thrown out the window at earlier ages & it just amazes me how people just accept it as change. AND THEN when I try to justify my views, I get shot with the "you're too conservative" lecture. What happened to morality, people?! I'm just being honest.
• Today I complained about Socal's bipolar weather. My best friend then shot me down for it was raining all week in Norcal. Slap in the face. The lesson here: don't hate, appreciate!
• We all blame money for our problems... but when it comes down to it, wasn't it man who corrupted the system in the first place? Humans screwed up, big time. AND how is it that we're in a recession when politicians receive huge salaries & funds to place their faces on stickers and talk smack about other Americans? I love my life & all, but Canada's lookin' quite friendly.
• I suuuper totally talagang dislike it when people joke around about drinking, smoking, or doing drugs. I've been battling with that a LOT lately & I get frustrated talking about it sometimes. Please don't joke around with me when it comes to your well-being. I care about you & I mean what I say.
• Since I was saved by grace at 15 years old, the blessings never stop. Just because I was raised in a Christian home surrounded by a Christian community, it doesn't mean I started out as a Christian. It took me years to realize what it really took. I thought I was a Christian-- I knew all the stories, the verses, the songs. I wasn't. It finally hit me & it changed my life.
  

Why did you read all of that?

Yeah well, I'm not sure why I wrote so much, but it sure did feel good to get it all out of my system. These are the kinds of things you can't send through a text message, nahmean? See, I would definitely text/tweet something right now like: "It's 2:30am, I'm air-drying my hair, & I'm hungry." Thanks for sticking around.

Oh hey, that was my 100th post.

HAHA. Hip hip, hooray! Thanks for sticking with me after 100 posts! :)

The usual.

Goodness gracious, it's been a while. Basically the same intro I give these days, haha. I guess it's not about having the inspiration to write, but having the willingness to write, regardless of how inspired you may be. Practice practice practice.

Dang, I'm lazy.

Eric? If I may say... far better than any dream girl is one of flesh & blood, one warm & caring & right before your eyes. --Grimsby, The Little Mermaid.

Yeah, I've been soaking in a ton of Disney magic this week. Other than that, I check this blog almost daily to view updates from friends, various bloggers, & design/photography sites. About time I said something, right?

Blog to follow:

• CafeJams. [http://cafejams.blogspot.com/]
  Virtual cafe owned by good friends of mine that showcases all sorts of talent, from music to photography to paintings. They have wonderful tastes in art. Follow! And/or spread the word :)

That's basically it! Lots of school work, family time, church whatnots, & goooood company.

Off balance.

I suppose a tad of arrogance is going to get the best of me while writing this post, but is it wrong to want the same kind of treatment from someone you've known for years? I thought I was over it. Guess not.

Being best friends, you would think you'd be one of the first people to know about the different events in their life, especially about something that created such an impact-- literally. Having been in my first car accident at the mere age of 7, I am personally tugged by anyone's story. That crash almost directly hit my 3-year-old brother (who is now 14) & is still affecting my mother today, physically. Touchy subject, much?

It would've been nice to be informed of the accident. & by informed, I mean.. directly. Did I really just get the 411 from her Twitter? & perhaps more importantly, did she really just TWEET about it? She ended up in the ER. Already in a rush to leave the house to catch a church event, my flurry of worry, anger, & confusion faded off as the night continued, until I was reminded of it toward the end of the night. I received an update that she was fine & was out for dinner, which didn't make me feel any better. Relieved, I suppose, but still worried, angry, & confused. Worried because it was an accident that got her sent to the ER. I mean, what kind of accident happened to get her there? Angry because I've been trying to get her to open up more about everything by visiting her & sending her random notes, and yet I still feel that I don't get anything in return. Confused because I had bits & chunks of the story.

Now at this point, I'm blowing things out of proportion. I tried getting an update, expecting her to call me or something, but no, I only received the "long story short" in under 140 characters. That she was fine & still sore. Uh, okay. I guess the most important part is that she's fine & not dead (praise God), but I wish she could've told me.

I hope you know that I care so much about your well-being that I'm always trying to get you to go to church or a Bible Study. I hope you know that it hurts to always see you going out with friends who don't care about the same values as we do (or at least, as I do). I hope you know that it sucks to see you being influenced by this world. I'm really trying to pull you back in, but it's all up in prayers now.

I'd just like some reciprocity.
Nahmean?