Actually, there are only three.
With Pia Toscano and Casey Abrams gone, I actually think she has a huge shot in the finals. So Haley fans, rally! Lauren fans will vote like crazy because she was in the bottom two this week. So vote like crazy for Haley too! :)
Reason #1: Rolling In The Deep
For those who know me well, they can surely say that I probably have the shortest attention span. I have to have a place or an activity or website that I can easily go to or visit when I get bored. I have to thank Pinterest for constantly picking me up on hours that I am down; serves as my virtual pin board actually. :)
I was quite delighted to see these two interesting things when I first logged on to prep for work.
Let’s admit it: this cardboard castle is just divine! I absolutely love it. I was thinking if I collect enough boxes and cardboards, it would make a good rainy day project. I don’t know if this is a direct reflection of my emotional quotient, but it’s a really nice work of art. And kids can do it too! They can make their own castle without having to rely on Disney. Hahahaha.
This is the best thing ever! An ink calendar. Yup, you read that right. You get to see the dates because the calendar absorbs the ink as each day passes. How cool is that?!
This is made by an artist named Oscar Diaz. According to his page,
“Ink Calendar” make use the timed pace of the ink spreading on the paper to indicate time. The ink is absorbed slowly, and the numbers in the calendar are “printed” daily. One a day, they are filled with ink until the end of the month. A calendar self-updated, which enhances the perception of time passing and not only signaling it. The ink colors are based on a spectrum, which relate to a “color temperature scale”, each month having a color related to our perception of the whether on that month. The colors range from dark blue in December to, three shades of green in spring or oranges, red in the summer. The scale for measuring the “color temperature” that I have used is a standard called ‘D65’ and corresponds roughly to a midday sun in Western / Northern Europe.
The Ink Calendar was exhibited at the London Design Festival in 2007. I would love to get one of these!
So I guess you can say this is a pretty good morning for me. How about you? How is your morning?
This entire week, although it is barely over, has been a sombering life experience. I say that of course with my strong penchant for drama and whatnot.
It has been a difficult work week for Dylan. I actually panicked when he texted me the other day that his co-nurse has passed away. A day after, he texted again, saying their former customer care officer committed suicide. A few hours after that, they heard news that their pregnant co-staff lost her baby.
This week is just filled with bad news, and when I opened the Yahoo! homepage, this headline caught my eye:
Girl, 12, kills self after mother told her she’s ‘dumb’
I really don’t know how to react to this really. She could easily have been my cousin Maylene, a little older than her to be specific. And I remember how her brothers tease her. She’s easing in to puberty and well, she’s growing things that she didn’t have to buy extra apparel for. She’s very self-conscious and has been gaining a few pounds. They kept calling her fat, and ugly and messy and I remembered her when this piece of news came out.
And I tried to recall if I’ve ever been more careful with kids. If I’ve ever let slip a harsh word or two. If I’ve been overly critical. Or more destructive in my criticism instead of constructive. I try to recall all the simple words I said and how it would have affected them.
There was a brief period in time that I believed that kids today are born wise. They are born when homosexuality can be seen around the corner, debates in procreation is up in the air, and much much more. I believe this is a testament to the fact that no mater how wise kids today are, they are still young souls that need to be honed and loved and cared for, with every thought, deed and word.
So yeah. I don’t think it comes as a surprise that I am a potty mouth. I don’t think my mom will ever wake up to the day when she would approve of my potty mouthness. I don’t think there will ever be that day, in this lifetime or the next or the next.
Do you even remember the first time you said a bad word? A good ol’ PI or fuck or shit or dammit? I can. And it is that funny incident when I was in Grade 1 that led me to the guidance counselor’s office and had my parents pick me up. Yes, I got in trouble in that early of an age.
But then I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t have a healthier channel of expressing my anger. I get pretty pissy actually. If I didn’t learn cursing, I would have been…
an alcoholic/drunkard.
A drunkard. But then again, I am kind of now. But not in that big way. I'm a good drinker. Though it does happen often already.
a female bodybuilder.
Freaky muscles transforming my boobs to skin.
Or a really angry person.
Yes, I can be like this. Most of the time I'm angry.
So I guess I have to thank God’s good humor for allowing me to find cursing as a channel for my anger. I know it makes me look crass and makes people think I’m a sailor, but.. yeah. I need it.
Wisdom can come at a very young age.
See? You can learn much better things from comic strips. :)
I don’t think I can ever exclude fairy tales from my future kids’ lives. I know they completely set the rules for girls to live by. They created Prince Charming, evil stepmothers, cruel stepsisters, epically perfect horses, theme songs and well, ball gowns.
I knew it wasn't always just me!
So I guess there are just some stories that would need to wait till they’re far older to determine which would be a good fairy tale and which would make a great story.
My kids will make their own stories. :)
Oh to sleep with dreams so sweet. :)
the salt of your skin 