another gold star day
if soon i die from eating too much asparagus - had it as a "breakfast wrap" with an herbed fried egg today - it will be an easy letting go; i take comfort that there were many delicious moments shared in my almost twenty-eight years. :)
we had a nice birthday lunch for Dar at Frazzled Cook, where beads plus glass plus love equals light.
where i had my usual salad--the simpler the more delicious, and i insist the croutons in this grilled chicken one make it win.
it was an interesting day spent talking to sixteen different people (yes i counted and took notes) and i like to think we saved the best for last -- i met wiji! if you're reading this, i was too shy to say it aloud to a person i just met but i thought you're as wonderful, beautiful, as bright and refreshing as i made you to be, based on your writing and your photos and your art. i'm so glad to have spent some time with you today. :)
i got an awesome package from andrea too - i peeked at, but i haven't really examined the contents, as i'm saving it for when it's less busy and i have time to savor "the opening". it's not everyday i receive a big fat package, so thank you very much it's nice to be thought of and to be made to feel it in a big way. :) no matter how some people have made me feel, i think the thought always, still counts.
so i was thinking, on my way home, about how i've met so many kind and beautiful and interesting people because of this journal - a lot of you have become my real friends in real life and it continues to amaze me every time this sort of thing happens, when we find ways to reach out to each other, when we feel compelled to at least try to connect with each other. i think making friends online made me a more trusting person, try as i might to temper that tendency of mine my natural instinct is to give people who reach out a fair chance to prove themselves, and more often than not i'm glad i risk giving that chance.
a friend told me before if you don't really care about being read you won't be going online to write, but personally, i believe there are people like us in lj who continue to write not specifically for the sake of showing, but primarily for documenting, for our own personal remembering. i love how i've found like-minded people who have this same passion for the telling.
there's Macy, who is the first person i think of when i see something pretty or lacey, or something made of beads, or when i see girls with braids and bangs, or wearing socks with shoes, or when there's mention of "dance" and "nice" in the songs i listen to, whom i tweet at least once every day, who appreciates photos and takes them as obsessively as i do.
there's Stephie, who has been away from livejournal for some time now but who continues to make her presence felt, who randomly sends me a message now and then, who has this way of making me feel she's always "team em", she's always rooting for me.
there's Mika, who made me appreciate the color pink in those earlier days when i was just beginning to write here, who makes me listen to "kadiri" stories, who called me several times to assure me there's nothing wrong with me when the big break happened, who wanted me to be strong and who made me strong just by being somebody who listens, and by being there at the right time (remember that chance encounter at Tokyo Posh? I was so grateful i saw you then), who made me understand further the true meaning of empathy and the importance of paying things forward.
when i think of these girls and all the people i read on livejournal, i think about how we've become each other's "groupies", in a sense, diligently following each other's lives, trailing each other online, even offline. i like how contrary to popular belief, there are these girls proof positive that there are good people lurking in these places, the nice, non-taking-advantage kind of people who become real friends with staying power, the kind i want to lock in for life.
we had a nice birthday lunch for Dar at Frazzled Cook, where beads plus glass plus love equals light.
where i had my usual salad--the simpler the more delicious, and i insist the croutons in this grilled chicken one make it win.
it was an interesting day spent talking to sixteen different people (yes i counted and took notes) and i like to think we saved the best for last -- i met wiji! if you're reading this, i was too shy to say it aloud to a person i just met but i thought you're as wonderful, beautiful, as bright and refreshing as i made you to be, based on your writing and your photos and your art. i'm so glad to have spent some time with you today. :)
i got an awesome package from andrea too - i peeked at, but i haven't really examined the contents, as i'm saving it for when it's less busy and i have time to savor "the opening". it's not everyday i receive a big fat package, so thank you very much it's nice to be thought of and to be made to feel it in a big way. :) no matter how some people have made me feel, i think the thought always, still counts.
so i was thinking, on my way home, about how i've met so many kind and beautiful and interesting people because of this journal - a lot of you have become my real friends in real life and it continues to amaze me every time this sort of thing happens, when we find ways to reach out to each other, when we feel compelled to at least try to connect with each other. i think making friends online made me a more trusting person, try as i might to temper that tendency of mine my natural instinct is to give people who reach out a fair chance to prove themselves, and more often than not i'm glad i risk giving that chance.
a friend told me before if you don't really care about being read you won't be going online to write, but personally, i believe there are people like us in lj who continue to write not specifically for the sake of showing, but primarily for documenting, for our own personal remembering. i love how i've found like-minded people who have this same passion for the telling.
there's Macy, who is the first person i think of when i see something pretty or lacey, or something made of beads, or when i see girls with braids and bangs, or wearing socks with shoes, or when there's mention of "dance" and "nice" in the songs i listen to, whom i tweet at least once every day, who appreciates photos and takes them as obsessively as i do.
there's Stephie, who has been away from livejournal for some time now but who continues to make her presence felt, who randomly sends me a message now and then, who has this way of making me feel she's always "team em", she's always rooting for me.
there's Mika, who made me appreciate the color pink in those earlier days when i was just beginning to write here, who makes me listen to "kadiri" stories, who called me several times to assure me there's nothing wrong with me when the big break happened, who wanted me to be strong and who made me strong just by being somebody who listens, and by being there at the right time (remember that chance encounter at Tokyo Posh? I was so grateful i saw you then), who made me understand further the true meaning of empathy and the importance of paying things forward.
when i think of these girls and all the people i read on livejournal, i think about how we've become each other's "groupies", in a sense, diligently following each other's lives, trailing each other online, even offline. i like how contrary to popular belief, there are these girls proof positive that there are good people lurking in these places, the nice, non-taking-advantage kind of people who become real friends with staying power, the kind i want to lock in for life.