Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Sink into Bay

So many hours, so far away.
I worry and worry and worry each day.
What if all that we have turns to decay?
Can I gather and turn it into a bouquet?
Will you still cherish it in every which way?
Or will petals turn to ash and all fly away?

Come home to me, come with me to the bay.
Meet me on the sunnier side - in Monterey.
I'll be in white, twirling in the warm ray,
You'll smile because it'll remind you of that ballet,
When I ran, fell, cried - you held me - all was okay.
Come, come to me. Come find me. Some day, fiancee.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

The Great Gatsby

I saw The Great Gatsby today. I completely forgot how much I loved the story. And the director, Baz Luhrrman, did a phenomenal job at capturing the storyline in the script, cinematography, costumes, and music.

While many are familiar with Gatsby, whether because of the forced reading of the book in high school or due to personal fascination with the glits and glam of the rich (it's not a difficult book to swallow for one), the bottom line I got out of this movie was quite different than what I remember reading.

As Nick, the narrator, sums up Gatsby's character in the end of the movie, was that Gatsby's greatest strength was his undying hope for what he believed in (Daisy). The depth of his hope far surpassed those of the majority. The pessimists, cynics, realists, even optimists possess hope that knows its limits. Gatsby did not.

Maybe it's because I'm a hopeless romantic and I believe in that kind of hope - but I left the theater with a mixed feeling of my faith in the idea of such hope renewed - and yet subdued. I felt reassured that someone else out there understands such depth of hope. And I felt defeated because those people are so hard to come across and I'm not sure I can name any off the top of my head.

I wonder if you can relate? 

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

To Be Good

I've recently picked up a book on happiness called "The Happiness Project," by Gretchen Rubin. I'm quite infatuated with what she has to write about. A very simple and easy read, Rubin breaks down the components of her life that make her happy into twelve months.

For each month, she tackles 1 aspect of her life (i.e. Marriage) and gives tips on how she was able to make it better - happier. For February (Marriage), she breaks it down as follows:

1. Quit Nagging
2. Don't expect praise or appreciation
3. Fight Right
4. No Dumping
5. Give Proofs of Love

I'm on #4 and particularly loved this bit:

"Happy people are generally more forgiving, helpful and charitable  have better self-control, and are more tolerant of frustration than unhappy people, while unhappy people are more often withdrawn, defensive, antagonistic, and self-absorbed. Oscar Wilde observed, 'One is not always happy when one is good;  but one is always good when one is happy.' "

Monday, April 1, 2013

Firefly in a Jar

We bid goodbyes.

And I hoped.

The grass is greenest here.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013


Remember the days,
When we were young?
Got lost in a maze
In foreign tongue?

Now and again
I think of us then.
A Japanese crane
Guides us at ten.

Jumped across rivers
On slippery rocks,
Warmed the shivers
And our wet socks

By smokey fires
Amidst the tall pines,
We shared our desires
With gods of shrines.

You'd pull my hand,
We'd fly through forests,
We'd rule the land,
No longer tourists.

The little Russians,
We were a team.
With no reprecussions,
We chased the same dream.

Now you are back there,
And I am now here.
I long for that pair,
That's seemed to disappear.

Sometimes I visit
A place in my heart,
Where memories elicit
Our friendship's start.

As long as I live,
I'll never forget you.
And please forgive
For when I withdrew.

You've probably changed
And so have I.
I wish we've exchanged
A proper goodbye.


I get up restless,
I cannot sleep,
As night’s mistress,
Peace I will keep.

I’ll tiptoe down,
And steal a cookie,
Once light’s in town,
I’ll play hooky.

But wait,
What’s that you say?
Dawn’s long gone
And it’s midday?

I draw the shades –
You are right!
I rush my braids
To work - into the light!

Friday, February 8, 2013

Not Again

Dear God,

When will it all end?
I thought you had sent
Someone who will never say "I can't",
Who would stand by me and defend,
Be a lover, a teacher, a friend.

But now I find myself again
Defeated, tortured with a chest pain.
In the cold, under the rain,
The drops stab at me and inspire pain.
Again my great warrior leaves my body slain.

Dear God, I beg of you:
I no longer wish to go through
All that causes my rays to turn blue,
Help me break away and bid adieu
To the poison eating its way up and through.