Saturday, November 19, 2011
Lack
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Sin
Choice
Friday, June 17, 2011
Moving On
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
I don't want to say goodbye
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Small Town Girl
Sunday, May 22, 2011
No means no and guys are douches.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Top ten favorite relationship songs for right now, in no particular order.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Exes....Part 2
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Exes
Monday, May 9, 2011
"This one's on me."
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Apology
Monday, April 25, 2011
It's official...
Just imagine it. Monsoon season. Spicy noodle soup. Teal waters. White beaches. The full moon party on Ko Phang Ngan, venturing farther and farther south where the Wats (buddhist temples) give way to mosques, The Perhentian islands, Climbing Mount Kinabalu, Trekking through the Mangrove swamps and seeing the giant fireflies light up the rivers, dancing in Kuala Lumphur, and heading farther and farther south.
Borneo, Singapore and finally Indonesia! I'll try and meet up with an Indonesian I knew 4 years ago and then I'll head back up the way I came. Stopping at the andaman sea, making doing some rock climbing on the cliffs there, farther and farther north, back to bangkok.
The 2nd class train ticket from Bangkok to Bali is roughly $50. At least, that's what I've seen so far.
All I need now is a buddy to go with me. I was thinking about maybe meeting up with some Israelis. My summer should be incredible.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Connections and Impression
I'm sitting in a computer lab across from an arab that simultaneously looks like an Israel, an American and an Asian that I know from completely different places. It makes me a little sad to think that I will meet people and instantly judge them on whomever they look like. It's not fair and it isn't ethical but I know that my first impressions of any new person will immediately place them alongside whomever they look like from my past.
There was a girl in Israel that looked exactly like my sister. I treated her like my older sister. We weren't very close but I didn't consciously make an effort to get to know her because I felt like I already did. She and I semi-planned a backpacking trip over the summer but since I'm going back to Thailand, it won't happen. Maybe next year?
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Sheets
I iron when I'm stressed. I iron late at night in a tank top and underwear. I iron when I can't sleep. I tear all the sheets from my bed, grab fresh sheets out of the cupboard and flip down my ironing board from the back of my bedroom door.
Most women hate ironing. It's a vestige of male dominance and typically female housework. There's the possibility of getting burned and really, who minds a few wrinkles? I don't care though. I don't care if ironing is a throwback to June Cleaver and chauvinism.
When I iron, I'm thrown back to my year in Thailand. As I stand in my tank top and underwear, with my iron in hand, everything stops. It's warm and humid. The steam curls around my hand. There are palm trees outside the window of my mind. The air hangs heavy and I can hear cows in the streets, roosters outside my door and dogs howling. A pink gecko stares at me from the wall.
Suddenly,
I can breathe again.
I'm ironing the flat sheet now. I told myself that I would only iron the first foot and a half of fabric. It's the part that peeks over the blanket. The only part that matters, aesthetically. I was lying to myself. Smoothing out the wrinkles is addictive and I know that I'll end up ironing the entire sheet. Every inch will be smooth and soft. 400 thread count, egyptian cotton. I love my sheets. I used to dream about having sheets like these.
When I'm done ironing, I'll finish making my bed and then I'll gingerly climb between the sheets and try not to wrinkle them again