mindful mondays, forty-four

a few things from this week:

reading rules of the wild: a novel of africa. I swallowed the book as a whole; couldn’t stop reading. from the beginning until the end, I was just immersed into it. I know exactly the way she feels and yet I don’t.

lots of time in the cinema: saving mr. banks, the butler, mandela: long walk to freedom, hours, jack ryan: shadow recruit, from vegas to macau. I am waiting for the oscar special previews to start. there will be more evenings in the cinema than ever before.

loving the newest starbucks concoction: chestnut macchiato. yes, please.

keeping in touch with my family overseas. being good friends with his little sister. writing down lists of names and places; favorite things and places we hadn’t been to yet. we are drowning in potential and it’s only now we are realizing it.

mindful mondays, forty-three

I am keeping up with things.

I am keeping up with the deadlines at work, long to-do lists, alarm clocks, writing, the time to write on my own, the time to read, the time I set aside to work on my personal project life, lately. I’m keeping up. I wake up in the morning; sometimes early, sometimes later depending my shift. I get the coffee ready. maybe I eat something, usually I just jump into the shower and spend the remaining time soaking up inspiration online. I live online, basically. my life is scrutinized, documented, followed and commented on online. I am no longer an anonymous individual on internets; people know me. I keep up with that too, but I keep a low profile, low numbers and low curves on the graphic analysis of statistics. I keep up with things and I keep everything low. easy; or as the boy loves to say: slow down low yo.

and of course, there is us. mostly our days are good, but we have bad days too; sometimes we have them on our own, sometimes we have them together. the latter ones are much worse, because there is no one to pick us up, we have to do it alone. yesterday was unlike like that. I drowned in loneliness and fear, mind-wrenching fear coming from deep within. I was angry and furious, but mostly just hurt and panicking. mix all of that together and boom, there is your explosion. my heart was panicking. I still have those days sometimes. I still forget to breathe sometimes. I often remember her, how I used to think that we were the same person. and we are, but I’ve been changing. but yesterday. I lasted until almost seven-thirty, except the boy called too late. I’d already crossed the line between rational and irrational. I was on the other side already and all he could do was sit there and take the heat. of course, as always, after the storm passed I felt bad. I felt undeserving and ridiculous. despite feeling guilty a little bit, I also felt relieved. I am indefinitely grateful he knows what to do in moments like those. I am glad that those moments are decreasing in frequency as well.

it’s the only reason why we are still here.

january 17

today was quiet. today I didn’t go to work.

I woke up late, rested.
I made myself a large mug of black coffee. I am trying to avoid milk.
I am in the process of perfecting scrambled eggs. today’s were with tomatoes, spring onion, baby spinach and baby mozzarella.
I watched television for a couple of hours.
I wrote. I read. I wrote some more. then deleted everything. as always.
I cooked another batch of eggs when I got hungry again.
I washed the dishes.
I took care of the laundry. I love the smell of freshly dry laundry.
I organized some books on the bookshelf. I wanted to throw out some of the huge collection of dvds that I have, but couldn’t bring myself to it. more 400 discs. I might have to compile the entire list and then just give it out to people as they wish.
I went out for a walk around the neighborhood with the boy. he came to pick me up; sun was setting low and it wasn’t as cold as just a few days ago. smallest perfections are the most meaningful ones.
I went grocery shopping with the boy. slow and quiet selection of produce, but I bought the bare minimum that we need. he drank fresh milk from a glass bottle. one of those like in the movies, that you need to return later.
I feel pleasantly tired from all of this nothingness, but it is so relaxing just doing the regular things.

I am sensing a different direction that I will be taking soon.

life, lately


makumba / a friend’s cousin’s eighteenth birthday party / peel fresco on the eighth anniversary of living in hong kong / nightly walk around the neighborhood