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The Moment No One is Waiting For
by Anna Jiongco
So this past week has been a little crazy. I've been venturing with Megan and Desirea a lot into D.C. (mostly) and I did get to pencil in some time with my father and my beloved puppy, Cuddles. It's really sad; this hectic and persistent frustration that I'm so accustomed to. Living in the D.C. area is one big paradox. I noticed this today. Why do we pencil people in? You should never have to make room for someone who's value is more than a space in a daily planner. And why do I do this?
This daily routine of making a whole schedule of my entire day; 9-5 this and 5-6 that, etc. It's pathetic and against my enjoyment of being spontaneous and just floating along with time, but here it's nearly impossible. E V E R Y T H I N G is planned, well thought-out. I really don't like it. But it's inevitable unless you don't mind being forgetful.
Working at a hairsalon, this sort of behavior is displayed with almost every customer I've verbally communicated with. Perhaps our rush to be at a certain place at 5:00 or x given time would explain why: we are late to appointments, we are always speeding, we are reckless drivers, we are rude, we are so stressed out, we carry daily planners to pencil loved ones (or anything for that matter)in, or why I simply despise this place. Of course, there are other factors that would contribute to fully extend the reasons behind the aforementioned list. But my point is: We aren't aloud to enjoy life in the DC Metropolitan area, so it seems.
But this past week, I also realized how I love it here at the same time. Especially since it's October, it is beyond amazing this time of the month up here. The breezes feel arctic but you're still able to witness the shimmering warmth of the afternoon sun. The nights call for long periods of sleep; the bittersweet aftersmell of coffee lingering in city streets; keg parties (Oktoberfest perhaps?); elegant and gaudy scarves wrangling necks; being embraced in a electrical heated blankets. The days are much slower so it isn't as hectic as usual. I guess the slowing down of molecules helps with the slowing down of other things. Or maybe science really isn't involved in this.
Nevertheless, I'm still holding on. I'm still waiting for some sort of 'ah ha' moment to arise so that my feet will start complying with my legs or my eyes complying with my lungs, and am I making any sense?
Anxiety has killed the cat apparently- not curiosity. The lack of internet and my whole hectic schedules as it is, has backdated my picture updates. So I plan on dividing the updates into two entries. The first entry being this one:
D.C. is first:
Than Germantown:
Waldorf adventures last because it's the worse town E V E R:
My sister's homecoming as a Freshman:
Spending time with my father:
© 2004 All Pictures by Anna Jiongco
by Anna Jiongco
So this past week has been a little crazy. I've been venturing with Megan and Desirea a lot into D.C. (mostly) and I did get to pencil in some time with my father and my beloved puppy, Cuddles. It's really sad; this hectic and persistent frustration that I'm so accustomed to. Living in the D.C. area is one big paradox. I noticed this today. Why do we pencil people in? You should never have to make room for someone who's value is more than a space in a daily planner. And why do I do this?
This daily routine of making a whole schedule of my entire day; 9-5 this and 5-6 that, etc. It's pathetic and against my enjoyment of being spontaneous and just floating along with time, but here it's nearly impossible. E V E R Y T H I N G is planned, well thought-out. I really don't like it. But it's inevitable unless you don't mind being forgetful.
Working at a hairsalon, this sort of behavior is displayed with almost every customer I've verbally communicated with. Perhaps our rush to be at a certain place at 5:00 or x given time would explain why: we are late to appointments, we are always speeding, we are reckless drivers, we are rude, we are so stressed out, we carry daily planners to pencil loved ones (or anything for that matter)in, or why I simply despise this place. Of course, there are other factors that would contribute to fully extend the reasons behind the aforementioned list. But my point is: We aren't aloud to enjoy life in the DC Metropolitan area, so it seems.
But this past week, I also realized how I love it here at the same time. Especially since it's October, it is beyond amazing this time of the month up here. The breezes feel arctic but you're still able to witness the shimmering warmth of the afternoon sun. The nights call for long periods of sleep; the bittersweet aftersmell of coffee lingering in city streets; keg parties (Oktoberfest perhaps?); elegant and gaudy scarves wrangling necks; being embraced in a electrical heated blankets. The days are much slower so it isn't as hectic as usual. I guess the slowing down of molecules helps with the slowing down of other things. Or maybe science really isn't involved in this.
Nevertheless, I'm still holding on. I'm still waiting for some sort of 'ah ha' moment to arise so that my feet will start complying with my legs or my eyes complying with my lungs, and am I making any sense?
Anxiety has killed the cat apparently- not curiosity. The lack of internet and my whole hectic schedules as it is, has backdated my picture updates. So I plan on dividing the updates into two entries. The first entry being this one:
D.C. is first:
Than Germantown:
Waldorf adventures last because it's the worse town E V E R:
My sister's homecoming as a Freshman:
Spending time with my father:
© 2004 All Pictures by Anna Jiongco