| Sep 9, 2009 |
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I currently have this song on repeat (thanks R). Not just because it was danced beautifully on SYTYCD (and it totally was), or because of what the piece represented (which was heavy stuff). I can listen to this song with my eyes closed and my heart will just tighten up because it pierces me *right there*. To me, gthis song is about loving someone so much - someone who you CAN'T have, because they're with someone else, but you just can't let go. I listen to it, and I am crying. Despair.
Then, another friend told me of her attachment to this song, because to her, it represented loving someone so much - someone who you CAN have, someone who you're already with, but just not being able to express to them the depth of how you feel about them. She listens to it, and she is smiling. Hope.
And that - is the irony and beauty of music.Labels: ch, music |
| posted by cristina @ 4:44 PM |
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| Jun 25, 2009 |
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Everytime you come back from holidays, it’s like emptying a sponge full of water. You try and squeeze as much out as you can, and just when you think you’ve squeezed out the last drop, you’ll find some more. I’ve talked out this trip TO DEATH with coworkers, family, friends, etc. but every time I find something new to mention that I forgot. Uploading pictures has been quite the daunting task as well….how do you sort through 2000+ snapshots and bring those down to a couple hundred, when every memory is one you want to share with the world?
Good thing I chronicled everything on facebook. I think what I'll do is just import those posts to here to remember the memories.
Where to begin? So many unforgettable memories of this trip….I don’t want the memories to end, but reality is calling my name. But I’m going to take my time adjusting back. I’m going to bask in the memories, share the stories, laugh out loud (to myself), not cry because it’s over, but smile because it happened. =)
I remember telling Eye, at the end of this trip, that on every vacation, I learn something new – about life, the person I’m travelling with, and most importantly about myself. Some of the most important lessons I learned on this trip:
Life isn’t just black, white, or grey…but lilac, burnt orange, royal blue, teal, polka dot, and hot pink. Life also doesn’t always need a map and street signs. You don’t always have to go in straight lines, turn left, or turn right…It’s ok to go in circles until you eventually find your way.
If you’re going to snooze, you have to do it at least 4 times for it to be worth it.
There isn’t a hat in the world that will look bad on Iris Miranda.
I can be a beach person.
Real friends share kleenex.
I don’t need to have all the answers, all the time. But this still freaks me out a little.
I can’t fix everything, all the time. (but this still freaks me out a little)
I’m into slow sultry kisses.
As it turns out…I’m not too into red wine. Which is fine because red wine doesn’t care for me either.
Music has a healing and calming power like no other. Of all people, how did I allow myself to forget this?
So does alcohol. It also makes you semi-fluent in many languages.
People can grow separately without growing apart.
I used to HATE uncooked tomatoes. Now…they’re tolerable.
Things I tried for the first time in Europe: espresso, green olives, balsamic vinegar & ice cream. Not carrying my phone or wearing a watch.
What you see isn’t as important as who you see it with.
(side note: To follow up on my previous posts - no, I didn't meet my dream man at the Pantheon (but not for lack of trying), and Eye is still one of my favorite people in the world, more today than yesterday. =) ) Next stop…..Vegas? oh damn... Labels: ch, friends, me, travel |
| posted by cristina @ 10:44 AM |
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| Dec 6, 2008 |
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I've been having odd dreams (semi-regularly) over the last year. Most are not that pleasant, and I'm sure a dream analyst would have a field day over them. But last night, I had a dream that made me feel good. And for the record, is was not THAT kind of dream. It wasn't anything special, just something simple and random.
I hate it when living in a dream feels better than living in reality. So confusing.
serendipity.
One of my favorite words. A fortunate accident. Same as coincidence, maybe - but I like the word serendipity better. Anyways, last night something serendipidous happened that we were both in awe over. Again, something so simple and random, but something that made me realize (even more than I already do) that 1. maybe there is no such thing as coincidence, and 2. eventually, all things are meant to come full circle. At the right time.
CH.Labels: ch, dreams |
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