Tuesday, June 30, 2009

my moon my man

My moon, my man's a changeable land
Such a lovable land to me
My care, my co-lead barber I know
There's nowhere to go but on

How honestly my beggar should be
The song's out of key again
My fools, my things
We're digging the things
If the candlelit page again

Take it slow
Take it easy on me
Shed some light
Shed some light on things
Take it slow
Take it easy on me
Shed some light
Shed some light on things

My moon and me
Not skirty swift bean
It's the dirtiest clean I know
My care, my co-lead barber I know
There's nowhere to go
There's nowhere to go

Take it slow
Take it easy on me
Shed some light
Shed some light on things
Take it slow
Take it easy on me
Shed some light
Shed some light on it please

My moon
The moon my man
My moon
The moon my man...


by feist.




yesterday was my birthday and this is the song repeatedly playing in my ears and on my mind.

yesterday was the last birthday being single, i wanted it to be special, but i ended up grumpy and working, luckily with my honey by my side.

yesterday was full of birthday wishes and hugs and kisses, romantic match-lit fried-duck dinner, rich mini chocolate cupcakes, and cold wine given by a good friend.

at the end of the day, the day is good, and i haven't yet finished counting my blessings.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

found treasure!



a doodle he did in my purple book about 2 years and a few months ago..

exercising discipline, no excuses.

last night i woke up at 2:30 am and couldn't fall back to sleep, which is odd. i've lavender oil on my skin, counted my blessings, daydreamed about the future, and it still didn't work. i must've been up for at least an hour or so. this morning i awoke again at 7 am thinking i could nap for another 30 minutes, but i should really get my morning walk. that's what i think almost every morning, and usually, successfully fall back to sleep with all the excuses: i had a late night last night, my body needs its rest, etc. etc. blah. blah.

and then i got up. took my brisk walk. jogged a bit. did lunges and stretches. and i feel great. i always feel great afterwards. i feel lighter, more flexible, my skin feels like it's breathing. i thought to myself, i should remember this. every morning, i should remember that feeling of health, feeling of accomplishment, even if it's only a small one, but to me, disciplining myself is a big deal. me, who hasn't finished that knitted shawl, me, who hasn't started swimming class, me, who only tastes a bit of everything and never can quite finish what she started.

i gotta remember to start small. do it everyday. stick to it. no excuses.
and i'm doing this because i love myself, i want to try to live a somewhat healthy life.

i may cut down on my sugar intake, but if i crave that strawberry shortcake today, i'll allow myself to have some... and share a piece of sweetness with a friend.




"change the way you look at things and things you look at change."

said by dr. wayne w. dyer on the ellen show, author of excuses be gone.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

you and i, today

most times i think you've let me in. some times i feel like the wall you put up will never crumble, no matter how tall or small.

most times i feel like i want you all to myself. some times i feel that i should set you free to be as alive as you want to be.

all i know is that i have faith in you. all i know is that i love you.
i love me too, so you better tell me if you have any doubts at all, about us.

i'm writing this as we are chatting about saving to buy a house, which is ironic. but the reality is, people change, or change their minds.

being realistic and level-headed ruins all thoughts of feeling high on love, which is the state i'm in. i sometimes think this is too good to be true, but why not? i know we deserve this. i think we're both mature enough to know that things aren't always going to be fun and good times, but it's all okay.

if our intentions are good, things will go our way.

yesterday afternoon




"your limitations are your virtue."

by max kisman.

(or something like that. that doesn't only apply to design, but also to life.)

quote from last night

"you are the best decision i've ever made..."

adult mike o'donnell/matthew perry in 17 again.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

a letter

I wish I had met you. If I had the chance, I would thank you for raising your son to be the man he is today. The man who is soon to be my husband. The man I will promise to love and share my life with, to have him live the fullest life he wants to live.

I wish I had the chance to get to know you, then I would find out who he got his deep eyes from, his genuine smile, his characteristic walk from. I would figure out all the traits and habits he inherited from you. His love and curiosity for life, his thirst for knowledge, his big heart of giving.

I wish you were here, so he could feel this once in a lifetime experience with you. To share this chapter of his story, together with you. I know you are present with him and are forever in his heart, and I know this is just wishful thinking, still… from the deepest place in my heart, I wish you were here.


Love,
irma

oops.

Do you ever think that your voice sounds different when recorded? Or when you hear yourself singing on the mic at your birthday karaoke? Or when you hear yourself talk in the latest family gathering video?

After over 2 years of dating, I failed to recognize his voice over the phone last night. Well, we never had that kind of relationship anyway, we're not the kind of couple that chats on the phone for hours on end. But not recognizing him is a bit of a surprise.

Sorry honey! I'm anticipating lot's of surprises to come!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

a little prayer, a big wish




Dear God, may both souls grow stronger together, may we become your instruments for goodness and please use this relationship that together we might know joy.

by Marianne Williamson

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

time after time




Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
and think of you
caught up in circles confusion--
is nothing new
Flashback--warm nights--
almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after--

sometimes you picture me--
I'm walking too far ahead
you're calling to me, I can't hear
what you've said--
Then you say--go slow--
I fall behind--
the second hand unwinds

chorus:
if you're lost you can look--and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
time after time

after my picture fades and darkness has
turned to gray
watching through windows--you're wondering
if I'm OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
the drum beats out of time--

chorus:
if you're lost...

you said go slow--
I fall behind
the second hand unwinds--

chorus:
if you're lost...
...time after time
time after time
time after time
time after time

by cyndi lauper


he loves this song. i love this song. whenever i hear it i get goose bumps. i want this song played acoustically at our wedding.

Monday, June 1, 2009

mid-year already?

it's june 1st. it seems like it was just yesterday when we spent the new year with our dearest friends at tornado. it seems just yesterday that we had ice cream at gelato bar, just the two of us, 2 and a half years ago. i bet the upcoming 5 months will pass by in a flash, although i feel like i want to rush the preparations and just want to get things done ASAP, i will try to remember to pause, everyday, for to enjoy the moment.