Oh Comely.

To be perfectly honest, I had a good day today. I went out and caught some sun and chilled with my second family. Then, I watched this whack movie called Kickin' It Old Skool with Matt. Funny stuff there. And after that, just regular, old-fashioned American television that consists of comedic teenagers in awful, yet stereotypical situations you could encounter any day of your own life. Another scenerio is where you find a crew of people examining corpses in a forensics lab, or crazy people who search in so-called "haunted houses" to contact the dead, pointlessly and to prove nothing (although, but still enjoyable to watch), or a show where people embarrass themselves for money. Another one: American football (and I make it specific because I just got used to the fact that people who don't live in America refer to soccer as football. And I keep calling soccer, "football" now. I'm such an American.), soccer (*ahem. That was hard for me to say.), and/or any other physical activity that humans watch other humans do. I find that really weird and pointless. Hmm, I should study psycholgy. Wow. I hate how I'm not getting anywhere with this. And I hate how I'm making fun of a stereotypical America by mashing something that rescues me from reality called the Television. Hypocrisy. Go figure.

A few days ago, on Christmas, actually, we were on the road, driving to Daly City. I noticed that long car rides soothes me. Especially getting out of town. It's not that I hate living here, it's just that I'd rather get out and see somewhere else. People are never too young or too old to see something new, seriously. During the car ride, I couldn't stop listening to Death Cab, mainly "A Movie Script Ending". I didn't fall asleep, though. I kept listening in on the lyrics, just to be sure. After that, I started listening to Transatlanticism, which is probably one of my favourites, but I dare not play favourites because it's simply cheeky of someone to do. It's unfair and ruling. Okay, enough. Haha. Anyways, "A Lack of Color" is another one of those songs that I dream to play on the guitar one day. I have my list of those songs, but "A Lack of Color" is for definite one of the top ones, again, not favouritising.

Something about walking on never-ending roads just soothes me. When there's nothing to think about, it's really hard to walk in one, but events that somehow change your thinking, you're sure enough to be bound into walking on a winding road. I like how it's quiet, but if I truely wanted to be in a loud place, then I'd spend loads of money to go to concerts. But for now, winding roads, with a coat, and a scarf sounds like fun to me. Oh, and and occasional friend to bring along. I wouldn't mind them not talking either, but I'd like them to speak their mind once in a hour or so. Something better: talking to a stranger. I mean, though, someone my age, not some creepy, old sod who'll pounce on me when I seem most vulnerable. That's really weird. What I think most about is someone who share the same insights as me, but yet different somehow. I know it's confusing and cheesy and weird when I say it like that, but please agree with me when I say that exchanging conversation with a stranger is thrilling, but you feel more secure. Especially one of the same as you. I could talk to someone who is American, and think America as a completely wasteful country and I'd be satisfied. But I'd like more to talk to a non-American; someone who's unpatriotic, you know? Someone who shares the same insights. See? It all goes together, doesn't it? Satisfaction.

Oh, it's that word again. SATISFACTION. To me, it's one of the most confusing words I've ever known. And it's hard to define straight out of your head, like the words "the", "and", and any other little words that we squeeze into conversation in the English language. Who gave someone the right to make such a word up? How dare they! And yet, I'm asking myself a question that I can't even answer. To satisfy myself, is it? Oh, the word!

Have a wonderful day.
Cheers xoxo .

Holland, 1945.

So, it's officially a Monday. I should be off to bed because I have Filipino folk-dancing practice in the rise-and-shine hours of noon, but I'd rather sit here. It's not as bad as you think, sitting in the same spot for a long time.

Okay, you got me.
Slumber sounds the best right now.

I was talking to friend earlier. He said that he traveled during his winter vacation. In mine, well, it was pretty much spent in this same spot. Ahh, how I've gotten to know this spot over the many vacations that have passed. I'm okay with it. I've had memories sitting here. Doing stuff, BUT NOT THE DIRTIES. Haha. Yes, so he was telling me to get out more. But I tell him that I need a card for that, called a DRIVER'S LICENSE. And a vehicle. But I don't have any of those, thus not getting a chance to get out of the house and doing something productive. (But I don't see sitting here as nonproductive working; it's totally acceptable!) He says that travelling get boring and convincing me that all travel isn't as so much fun. I say to him:

"BUT I'D LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN TO TRAVEL!", which is ultimately true.
Alas, I've never been out of this awfully rugged and torturous country.
As a matter of fact, never out of California.
Sad.

He says: "Please try to get out more."
I says: "But I'm working on my discolouration. While everyone wants a tan, I stand out and opt for paleness." But none of that vampire-y, Twilight crap. Goodness, I hate Twilight.


Christmas was a jolly, good day.
Everyone seemed so depressed, though. It made me a little down. Sadly, I didn't even get to treat myself to something nice, like Doctor Who on DVD. (Damn, British imports...) But at least it was a yuletide gathering with the kin. Ho Ho Ho. Now, I'm just waiting for the New Year.
2009, how frightful. I'm getting older by the day.

Anyways, I think it's better I be off. I need the energy for a good day of dance. Goodnight.
Cheers xoxo .

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea.

I'm very happy and glad that I finally learned how to play a song of one of my favourite bands on guitar. In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel. I can't stop playing it and singing it, and it probably annoyed the knickers off of my cousins. I don't really care because I'm just really glad. Death Cab songs are difficult for me, especially because I'm such an amateur. I just need to find the time to better myself, that's all. I've been playing for 4 years now, and I can't even perfect a freaking barre chord. I mean, I can play one, but not without buzzing. Pathetic, aren't I? Neutral Milk Hotel not only have simple songs to play on the guitar, but they have meaning in the songs. The album In the Aeroplane Over the Sea was actually about Anne Frank. Jeff Magnum, the lead singer was affectionate toward her and wrote, like, 4 songs with phrases leaninng toward her life, or somewhat. I respect him for doing that because The Diary of a Young Girl is one of my favourite books ... ever! I don't know, something about her makes me feel remorse for her, but at the same time, excited. Anyways, the lines of Holland, 1945:

"The only girl I've ever loved,
was born with roses in her eyes,
but then they buried her alive,
one evening 1945,
with just her sister by her side,
and just weeks before the guns
came in and rained on everyone..."

How did I know this?
Well, actually, I was wikipedia-ing this rich person that died, with the word von in her name, then that led me to Kat Von D, the chick who does tattoos. After that, it led me to burlesque, then that led me to people named Millie. After that, it led me to the movie, The Diary of a Young Girl. Then, of course, to Anne Frank. Then, there was this link that led me to "Anne Frank in media entertainment". Finally, it gave me facts about Neutral Milk Hotel. Yes, I have to find something better to do with myself.


OH, yes, I switched blogs. Deal with it.
Cheers xoxo .