my other whole

i have a bone to pick with the saying "i'm just looking for my other half." my reasoning is simple. it assumes that i am only half of a person until i can frantically find another person to make me whole. i feel like it is far too easy to fall into the trap of thinking that you need another person to share your life with just for validation. nobody wants to hangout with the person who is forever textingcallingyearning for their significant other.

it may sound like i'm a hater of love, but i am just the opposite. i'm probably one of the most hopeless romantics you'll ever meet and nothing makes me happier than seeing my friends in genuine, healthy relationships. but my whole thing is why the eff do we "settle"? i'm gonna take my sweet time to wholly discover who i am [not in the context of being with someone else] that way, when i do find that oh so special someone, i'll know that it is me that they have truly fallen in love with, and not the person i molded myself into to fit this relationship. if nothing else, i'll fall asleep a lot better knowing just that.

so if you're out there: i'm looking for my other whole...who doesn't need me, but wants me. [miss independent, holla]

and when i find you, we can become a superwhole or something...and fight off aliens and shit [it's gonna be tiiiiight]

que sera, sera.

noactiv

so i'm watching "CIA Secret Experiments" on National Geographic [party times] and one of those soft sepia-tone glancing off to the distance 1930s headshots [you know what I'm talking about] comes on the screen. while the picture should stimulate some sympathy that the man had been systematically and covertly tortured by the CIA, i just can't get past one thing:

why does he have the best skin i have ever seen?!

digging into my memory banks, i can't help but notice that everyone in those old school staged photographs look like the "after" picture of a Proactiv commercial.

i don't know what was in that Cold War water, but pour.me.a.GLASS!

youtube gems

so in the absence of having a facebook, i have done 3 things:
1. gotten a life
2. decided to start writing on this thang again
3. discovered some tittilating musical talent on youtube. the undiscovered, unsigned kind. the best kind. some of which i thought i would share with you :)

Airto

Gabe Bondoc

Passion

Alain de Courtenay

Koko Kaina

[all of those thingies are links, so waste a good hour of your life enjoying this musical interlude :) ]

Comeback Season

She's baaack!!

Contrary to common belief, I had definitely not forgotten about my little blog venting portal. My 2 month long hiatus from writing was more the result of a metaphorical "stage fright." In many ways, I think I had set the bar too high with my first couple posts. Profound life messages, underground musical woes, etc. is a bit much to live up to when I just feel like shooting the breeze of the day, from the comfort of my bed. So I think this little blog of mine is broadening her horizons. Getting some new material. Random, lighthearted material.

With that, I have 2 woes:
1. Best I Ever Had is turning into Crank That, and Drake is taking a few too many notes from Weezy [starting to like the sound of our own voice just a tad, are we?]
2. Based on the profound discoloration and protruding angle, I think I broke my left pinkie toe -_-

Other than that, life is jolly. Let's see where this lococrazay summer takes me ;)