Im a big a fan of the escape wedding, the international destination wedding... small intimate and in a far away land with guaranteed good weather. Big local weddings are not me. However, I will add a disclaimer that the only way I would ever agree to a big invite everyone wedding, is if we did it like this:
Now who wants to marry me...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Noli
I may have mentioned or alluded to it before over my many past writings , and since Im two weeks away from that 5 year blog anniversary (The wooden anniversary! woohoo, Ill have wood!) I have to re-admit that I have a wierd love / hate relationship with this blog. In many ways I absolutely love it, and would be lost without it. Being able to communicate, express myself and hopefully in limited circumstances, make people laugh at my expense; just getting a *chance* to share a moment where you and I are the only ones that exist, even for a short moment, its the sole reason I write. Im absolutely devoted to the idea of creating that rare connection, however small the possibility. Also, with my acceptance of my own wallflower self, its one of the few ways I have the courage to do so. As you 3 people that read this already know, sometimes I may update on my life, or, more like it, a twisted slant on which is my life. Sometimes I write about what I think, and sometimes just on random pop-culture shite that is as nutritious as junk food... its not good for you, but it tastes good and its good for me. Its my pseudo-diary.
Then there are moments I do hate it, especially when I have low motivation, and have absolutely nothing to write about. Writing can be the easiest exercise ever sometimes, and yet there are long moments where its the most impossible: When I feel committed to it, but frustrated because I cant contribute. Its like working out or running. I absolutely hate working out and running. Its so hard to get up for it. But afterwards, once its done, there really are not many better feelings. A sense of personal accomplishment and successful commitment to something that is good for you. Plus the endorphins are kinda cool, too. Its like the feeling I get after listening to good new music. (And an unbeatable combination when held in tag team) Its just too bad getting up for it, its sometimes just too hard.
Still 5 years. almost. Not bad, who knew. And Instead of waiting till then to attempt to write a fitting tribute, I decided to do it now. I was in one of those moods to write, is all. With Phoenix and Iron & Wine playing in the background, and now the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs sneaking their way in near the end, I had created a suiting environment. And better now, than possibly struggling in two weeks, when words could escape me. Plus, on July 24th, on that 5 year anniversary date, Ill be at the U2 Concert in Dublin, with my sister, Emma. U2 in the hallowed grounds of Croke Park, Dublin. AGAIN! And with Glas Vegas and Damien Dempsey opening for them as well, Im probably not going to find time to write. Ill be too busy listening to my New York buddy Bono preach about poor Africa.
Then there are moments I do hate it, especially when I have low motivation, and have absolutely nothing to write about. Writing can be the easiest exercise ever sometimes, and yet there are long moments where its the most impossible: When I feel committed to it, but frustrated because I cant contribute. Its like working out or running. I absolutely hate working out and running. Its so hard to get up for it. But afterwards, once its done, there really are not many better feelings. A sense of personal accomplishment and successful commitment to something that is good for you. Plus the endorphins are kinda cool, too. Its like the feeling I get after listening to good new music. (And an unbeatable combination when held in tag team) Its just too bad getting up for it, its sometimes just too hard.
Still 5 years. almost. Not bad, who knew. And Instead of waiting till then to attempt to write a fitting tribute, I decided to do it now. I was in one of those moods to write, is all. With Phoenix and Iron & Wine playing in the background, and now the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs sneaking their way in near the end, I had created a suiting environment. And better now, than possibly struggling in two weeks, when words could escape me. Plus, on July 24th, on that 5 year anniversary date, Ill be at the U2 Concert in Dublin, with my sister, Emma. U2 in the hallowed grounds of Croke Park, Dublin. AGAIN! And with Glas Vegas and Damien Dempsey opening for them as well, Im probably not going to find time to write. Ill be too busy listening to my New York buddy Bono preach about poor Africa.
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