starrysurrealism:


there is a chance
that we could be
in this surreal dream
forever
I would try to grab it
and hold it in my hands
but I know, that would
only break the spell
and end up leaving us
lost and 
alone

starrysurrealism:

there is a chance

that we could be

in this surreal dream

forever

I would try to grab it

and hold it in my hands

but I know, that would

only break the spell

and end up leaving us

lost and 

alone

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I lived it up in 2013

2013 was probably the height of living for me. I didn’t want it to end, but of course all good things do.

It started off on a so-so note and definitely had its cursory disappointments, but I made sure the second half would be, well, one for the books.

And it was.

Like I already said around my birthday in August, it will be difficult to top that one. So let’s recap, shall we?

In 2013, I’m thankful for these things:

  • Seeing Pope Francis himself in the flesh just three months into his papacy. Didn’t see that one coming!
  • Spending the big three-oh in Rio de Janeiro, getting to live with its locals, and now having two families on that side of the world in my heart forever.
  • Seeing Donne again after two and a half years of trying to maintain a relationship via Skype, FB, YM, Viber, etc. Thanks, technology!
  • Flying a total of nine or so times between five countries and surviving each flight. You’d think I’d have gotten the hang of it after the third or so but I just got more nervous on each flight than the last. But on the upside, I’ve now racked up a considerable amount of frequent flyer miles!
  • Scraping together the means to finance those trips and getting some shopping done to boot!
  • Being able to send enough home to my two grandmothers and help complete the church in the province.
  • Being able to provide some shopping money to my mother every month and help my father pay for the car I now won’t get to ride in every day.
  • The strength to up and drop everything and leave it all behind because I recognized I WAS MAD AND I WASN’T GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE.
  • The character-building experience of emotional abuse, gender gap, stupid labor laws courtesy of Saudi Arabia, land of my formative years, heartache, and general disillusionment. Never again! (But I’m still thankful for this one.)
  • Not having the ticker give up on me despite me almost giving up on my erstwhile stringent diet and exercise regimen due to unavoidable circumstances. I sooo can’t wait to get back on track with regard to my health.
  • Getting five months of idle time, uncertainty, exploration, excitement, navel-gazing, catching up with/on love, making memories but not babies, and what have you.
  • Discovering the joys of independent living. I think I am now an expert ipis killer (daily quota: five).
  • The opportunity to go back to technical writing. Thank you, Rejection, for pointing the way.
  • I am now remotely connected to Penguin Random House by virtue of our mother companies. Anything to be closer to the books!
  • Having read 100 books without having to wear glasses! Although I actually have to now.

Note: This post has been updated. You might want to reread it. :P

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"If the Church wants to provide compassion, it can stop talking about gay people and start talking with them. It can demonstrate the genuineness of its care by ceasing to belittle and patronise them and start taking them seriously. If it wants to pray with them, this institution which cheerfully blesses nuclear submarines, hamsters and buckets of cement can start blessing their often stunning relationships."

Dr Alan Wilson, Bishop of Buckingham (via mirandaskye)

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the-absolute-funniest-posts:

lolsofunny:

“You know what else his stupid about Batman? His villains.”


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jhnmyr:

Dear Virgilio Villoresi

This video is beautiful and moving… It’s the highest compliment to know my song inspired something as deep as this. 

Thank you. 

Dear everyone else, 

Watch this. Everything was filmed live action. Brilliant. 

JM

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granogue:

bookfessions:

Credit: alyssaweasley

Starting a book at 11PM on a Sunday night = miserable Monday morning. 

granogue:

bookfessions:

Credit: alyssaweasley

Starting a book at 11PM on a Sunday night = miserable Monday morning. 

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the-absolute-funniest-posts:

oftenlysad:
i found my prom shoes


My lovely followers, please follow this blog immediately!

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

oftenlysad:

i found my prom shoes

My lovely followers, please follow this blog immediately!

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buzzfeed:

Game Of Thrones characters, according to someone’s dad. 

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heatherbat:

callmebliss:

hellotailor:

rubdown:

lovelymoonbeams:

stunningpicture:

‘Cause people seem to only post the 20-something Audrey Hepburn

this is genuinely the first photo i’ve seen of her looking older

I didn’t know Audrey Hepburn grew old into a bomb-ass old lady until like, last year. I thought she died young cuz that’s the only pictures I’ve ever seen. 

omg

<3

she was also the granddaughter of a baron, the daughter of a nazi sympathizer, spent her teens doing ballet to secretly raise money for the dutch resistance against the nazis, and spent her post-film career as a goodwill ambassador of UNICEF, winning the presidential medal of freedom for her efforts.
and history remembers her as pretty.
\o/

heatherbat:

callmebliss:

hellotailor:

rubdown:

lovelymoonbeams:

stunningpicture:

‘Cause people seem to only post the 20-something Audrey Hepburn

this is genuinely the first photo i’ve seen of her looking older

I didn’t know Audrey Hepburn grew old into a bomb-ass old lady until like, last year. I thought she died young cuz that’s the only pictures I’ve ever seen. 

omg

<3

she was also the granddaughter of a baron, the daughter of a nazi sympathizer, spent her teens doing ballet to secretly raise money for the dutch resistance against the nazis, and spent her post-film career as a goodwill ambassador of UNICEF, winning the presidential medal of freedom for her efforts.

and history remembers her as pretty.

\o/

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Random fact of the day:

fluffmugger:

“Blood is thicker than water”, when used in the context of family over friends, is in fact a wildly incorrect bastardisation.

The true, full quote is The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” and refers to relationships forged by choice holding deeper meaning than those of mere biology.

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Operation: Get my life back

What do you do when someone wants to take over your life and live it for you? Not in a twin switch sort of way; that’s the stuff of soap operas. More like an I’m-your-mother-you-can’t-do-anything-without-tacit-approval-otherwise-you-shall-be-considered-a-traitor kind of way.

The way I see it, I came here to fulfill a promise to do what I can in two years to lift the family from a certain quagmire that is sometimes blamed on me for reasons I still do not accept. Despite all my misgivings, I agreed, partly in atonement, partly in defeat.

D’s been very understanding of the setup. So far. But we’re not immune to dreaming about being together again someday and enjoying that freedom to dream. My mistake was sharing a sliver of that dream with the wrong person. Somehow something got lost in translation and now I’m a bad daughter and he’s evil for wanting me all to himself; we’ve been branded selfish.

It’s like I’m 16 all over again. So was all this a ruse to get me back here so someone could dictate my every move and decision? Sometimes it seems that way. I can’t plan my own vacation, can’t take a job where they can’t go, can’t keep all my money, can’t say anything contrary or it would spark a world war. I feel trapped in my own life.

Can anyone blame me for wishing I lived alone again? I was broke all the time and prone to overthinking to the point of depression—but at least I did all the thinking for myself. 

I still cannot believe the words I heard last night. Sure, they were said at the height of emotion but all rationality simply flew out the window. Suffice it to say that I was more than disappointed to realize a mother, despite her best intentions, cannot always be a best friend. 

Lord, is this what I get for simply wanting to be my own person? For not wanting to be filed under “failure to launch”?

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Busy not living

I could have written sooner but I’ve been busy not living.

I could have written about what happened to my first job here and why I had to quit two weeks short of six months. One word: abuse. I made many friends, though, so that’s all water under the bridge. But I’d still like to get paid for the extra 18 hours a week I had to put in and never got paid for. Fat chance.

I could have written about the work ethics in this country, or lack thereof. The lack of discipline, method, expertise, professionalism, fairness and justice. The lack of even basic respect in some respects. But NVM; they’re enervating. Besides, perhaps they’re better saved for a long overdue PDI Global Nation piece.

I could have written how I then ended up where I swore I’d never go, where they pass off rewritten copy copied wholesale from Wikipedia entries as journalism, where they make you hastily write front-page stories with a decade-old source, where no fact-checking is done, where days-old events still get written about like they happened yesterday, where most everything is third-rate, including some of the staff they call “editors.”

The last infuriates me the most. These days all I do is clean up after first-rate poseurs, who can’t tell a kicker from a byline, much less know basic grammar and punctuation. And I bet they earn more than I do! Why? Because I happen to come from a certain country whose workers are publicly praised but not properly placed on the pay scale and, second, I happen to be a woman—a perfect recipe for abuse.

If there’s any justification for jumping at all, it’s wanting to find out for myself if things are really as bad as that scathing New Yorker piece from 2003 made them out to be. Well, four months later, I think I’ve seen everything firsthand, enough to be able to tell Lawrence Wright (author of that piece) that he got most everything right.

See, I don’t even know how to write anymore.

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