Corvette Diner, I’m glad I met you before leaving this place. You were the cutest pick-me-up after one of the crappiest weeks I’ve ever had in San Diego.
Sometimes my brain feels like it's on a 5-hour energy drink. Every five hours.
Ask me anything
May 28, 2012
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012
A Healthy Heartbreak
Maybe it’s time I read a book that doesn’t end with me crying. Two in a row just doesn’t seem healthy. Although putting The Fault in Our Stars on my list doesn’t seem to give me much promise should it be the next book I pick up.
Yet, I will admit that a good cry after an excellent book is one of the most worthwhile ways to shed some tears. They’re a bit confusing sometimes, and can be credited as happy OR sad tears, however way that works out. A book ends, but a story doesn’t. That’s my favorite ending.
So, of course, I cry.
May 23, 2012
The (He)Art of Dislike
Despite how much I’d just love to love everyone, I’m at peace with admitting that there are just some people in the world I don’t fancy. And there’s nothing wrong with it.
The fact of the matter is you won’t like everyone you meet. Period. This may be initially, this may be over time, this may even be applicable to people you actually never meet but only hear about. Before this ends up sounding like a Hater Nation anthem, I’d like to point out that the art of disliking people is about restraining the Dislike from consuming you. Too often do people allow gallons of haterade to poison their bodies, fill their lungs, consume their minds. The art of Dislike empowers the fact that your energy is worth much more when spent fighting for people you want to keep in your life. Why look elsewhere?
By no means does disliking someone give anyone grounds to talk shit about a person’s back or anything. The true art of Dislike rests in the ability to dislike, and let go. To admit this person is not your favorite, but instead of allowing them to live rent-free in your head, to be at peace with the fact that some people just don’t click. It doesn’t make either person evil or good, but it does display a certain amount of maturity and thoughtfulness allowing things to happen as they come. It’s the ability to think, “Hey. You’re you, but it just doesn’t click for me.” And move on, accepting the fact that this resolve is subject to change. You don’t have control over how long or how intense you dislike someone, but you do have control over how you react to the Dislike. People start problems, not Dislike.
May 22, 2012
The Great Gatsby.
May 21, 2012
The Graveyard Book, p. 104
“Does it work? Are they happier dead?”
“Sometimes. Mostly, no. It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.”
(The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman)
May 19, 2012
This was me at Sun God yesterday, and sadly this might be the most flattering picture of the day.
May 13, 2012
Sunbathing at the Cemetery
Today I loved San Diego.
Hands covered in dirt, grass prickling my legs through my skirt, sunshine watching over me as a knowing statue of an angel sits behind my car under the shadows of a tree.
Today I spent Mother’s Day at the cemetery.
With my mom visiting the Philippines with my dad and the rest of my family miles away from San Diego, it felt right to finally visit my grandma at the cemetery I’ve visited for as long as I can remember during our family road trips. For the first time ever, I went alone. I Googled the directions, relied on memory to navigate through the memorial park, and found the strength to not cry when I finally made it. Holding two overpriced bouquets from the grocery store in my arms and using my hands to clutch onto my lunch, I walked along the grass and found my family.
The moment you do a family tradition on your own carries a strange feeling. It’s bittersweet, attached with the concept of being alone. All you can do is give love—and gamble that somewhere along the road you’ll be loved in return. Eventually.
The sun cheered me on as I crouched before my grandma and uncle’s graves, cutting the stems of their flowers to fit into the appropriate vases. I imagined how often the entire family would gather with food, loud conversation, the most beautiful flowers bought from florists right outside the cemetery.
Finding the exact spot was an adventure. The entire memorial park is a melting pot of culture, with sections devoted to particular religions and families. Several people picnicked beside loved ones, children ran around, flowers adorned multiple gray stones.
Today I love San Diego, and the memories and family that it often symbolizes.
Happy Mother’s Day, everyone.
May 13, 2012
The Night I Begged a Stranger
“You don’t even know me. Why the fuck do you even care?”
Admittedly, it stung. Mostly because it was true.
I sat at my friend’s house last night after a night of drinking. One by one visitors left until it was just me, her, and her friend I’ve only met about three times at these random drinking gatherings. With slurred speech and a curse word inserted in every other word of each spoken sentence, he picked up his motorcycle helmet and declared he’d be driving back home. As I cleaned up the number of empty beer bottles and cans, I asked him to stay. I told him to stay.
“Are you saying if I went out to my bike right now, you’d try and stop me? You’d come after me and make me not leave? I’m fine. You don’t fucking know me.”
It might sound like it was my turn to play the role of the annoying girl at the party, but if that’s the perception then so be it. An extended argument between us broke out. The number of drinks I had that night gave little effect to the point I was trying to make. Surprisingly, this isn’t the first time someone’s spat at me for showing some level of concern. I don’t blame them. As we get older, sometimes it gets tougher to trust the people you meet; the people you don’t know; the people you don’t believe to know you.
“The second I leave here, you have no way of knowing me. It won’t matter. I could leave and you’d have no idea what would happen to me. You wouldn’t know anything.”
I don’t know you. I don’t know much about you. But I know you are someone’s son. I know you are someone’s nephew, cousin, friend. That’s enough for me. You’re absolutely right. I don’t know what will happen to you if you choose to leave now. I have no way of really knowing. But I can stop something bad from happening now by asking that you stay. I have that power at this very moment. And I’m asking you to stay.
I don’t know everything about anything, but it’s to my understanding that people have the right to help people. People matter. I don’t blame him in the least for doubting a stranger’s concern for his safety. I don’t know his history at all to determine what birthed the mistrust. But people matter, and people have a duty to help when they can, if they can, in the moments they trust themselves enough to do it.
The problem isn’t just within a lack of good people, but in the doubt of the ones that exist. The doubt drags in the fear to be a good person, to notice and enforce the silly boundaries set by an excess of pride. But these are problems best to let go, especially if it’s even a small amount of help. We go through life and survive it as individuals, but that doesn’t mean we should push the company away when it presents itself. In this gigantic world of possibilities and wonder, we’re all just figures floating in space. What’s wrong with floating, together?
I begged him to stay. And he did.
May 9, 2012
My best friend visited this weekend and we took San Diego by storm. I’m not really one to hold a camera (that’s why I took up writing instead), but this should sum things up quite a bit.
- Beer
- PB
- Balboa Park
- Gaslamp
- Beer
- Extraordinary Desserts
- The Cottage
- Just about anywhere with food
It was all done in the midst of midterm season, but I must say the days made San Diego a little brighter.
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