Watched Domino last night. Tell ya what, Choco rocks my socks. Gotta love South Americans, I tell ya.
Went to Tricia's burial awhile ago. It's sad and I tried hard not to cry, in which I succeeded. But something that Tricia did just made me feel that she did not forget me after all. I love you Tricia, wherever you are right now, when I see you again, I promise I'll teach you how to swim. Probably in heaven's beaches. *hugs*
Anyhoo, they are watching Dreamer downstairs. Might go join them after a few minutes.
Songs for personal reference:
Venus in Furs - Velvet UndergroundThe Rasmus - In The ShadowsCome Together - AerosmithTaro Gomi Scans
It is sad that unless you are born a god, your life, from its very beginning is a mystery to you. You are conceived; you are born: these things are true, how could they not be, but you don't know them; you only have to believe them, for there is no other explanation. You are a child and you find the world big and round and you have to find a place in it. How to do that is yet another mystery, and no one can tell you how exactly. You become a woman a grown-up person. Against ample evidence, against your better judgment you put trust in the constancy of things, you place faith in their everydayness. One day you open your door, you step out in your yard, but the ground is not there and you fall into a hole that has no bottom and no sides and no color. The mystery of the hole in the ground gives way to the mystery of your fall; just when you get used to falling and falling forever, you stop and that stopping is yet another mystery, for why did you stop, there is not an answer to that any more than there is an answer to why you fell in the first place. Who you are is a mystery no one can answer, not even you. And why not, why not!
-Jamaica Kincaid, Autobiography of My Mother
