tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61382542011-04-21T17:31:38.570-07:00thoughts, delivered.sheralyntnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-35587725098785527472008-12-08T13:45:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:47:49.207-08:00

MOVED to a new place, switching it up a bit.

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Smoochie died rather abruptly a few days ago, I will miss her always resting her head in my lap looking for a rub. And I want to give Oreo a giant unending hug because she no longer has a companion to spend her days with, and that - that being left behind- is never easy.

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LOVE the jewelery over at Natural Historie. Especially the nautical charm bracelet, it's so perfectly whimsy... Love it (and want it)!!

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I love swings, I think it's the way my feet feel traveling through the air, the way the wind feels on my face, it feels... uplifting. As I sat on the swings near my apartment today, I was reminded of how I used to sit on the creaky seesaw-swing hybrid in our sideyard, singing songs and talking to myself in the warm afternoon heat. And I wonder if we can cultivate solitude, if it is something I

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After walking around a little today (no black friday crowding, just mid-afternoon strolling), I want these peacock earrings, this hoodie dress in cranberry, another one of these bandeau dresses in eggplant, and finally, these cableknit tights. (Paycheck soon! wheeeee.)

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Turkey dinner comprised of some leftovers, perfect roast potatoes, spiced couscous and brussel sprouts (mmmm!). And then some baked banana-mango bread with surprise choc-chips, which turned out really nice and moist (ugh, I hate that word) on the inside and so crispy on the outside. yums.

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Thanksgiving consisted of an early morning (surprisingly uncranky) walk to Indian Rock. The weather was nice, the sun was out enough to warm and the clouds were out enough to shade. Sat at the top for about an hour, wrote a little, thought alot. 'Twas a good way to start the day.

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So, I am definitely a christmas lover, especially those spent in toasty homes (with fireplaces!), with yummylicious food (pies, potatoes, cookies, ham, hot apple cider...mmm!), lovely friendly people, thick warm sockettes, limbless snowmen, and lots and lots and lots of snow.And let's not forget presents. I'm making most of mine this year (considering poor grad student budget) for the lovelies,

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'Twas a brilliant Sunday: brunch at La Note and Jason Mraz in the afternoon. The Greek Theatre is beautiful, the perfect venue for an overcast afternoon concert outdoors. Lisa Hannigan opened, and she is still as brilliant as the last time I saw her with Damien Rice.Ray LaMontagne was so amazing, for lack of a better word. Leona Nass opened and she is really cute and very awesome to boot. Ray

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So the boy spent most of October here, and there was tons of time spent in the kitchen, on the couch, and galavanting around Berkeley and San Francisco traipsing through Farmer's markets and cute little neighbourhoods.For Halloween, we broke out the knives and embarked on a pumpkin carving adventure (my first to be precise), and the product was Jean-Pierre the pumpkin (who was very angry about

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Currently watching Top Chef. (So far, go Eugene, Hosea and Team Rainbow!)And what the hell, who convinced Chase to leave House for Top Chef? haha.

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Hello everyone, introducing you to Jean-Pierre the pumpkin.

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Clockwise from top left:The hugest pumpkin I've ever seen at Berkeley Bowl.Spice of Life Festival through the Gourmet Ghetto, where we got yummy organic 'milk and cookies' ice cream and my much-awaited Built lunchbag.Yummylicious brunch at Bette's Oceanview Diner on Fourth Street, where the wait is totally worthwhile just for some perfectly-crispy-and-soft-at-the-same-time toast.Way too many

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via cute overloadChipmunks + stormtroopers + ewoks = AWESOME (yes!)

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shutter sistersThe day consisted of:1 trip to Thai brunch with the housemate2 yummilicious cold rolls, snacked on later1 paper read1 much-needed phone call from the lovelylovely, cheer-inducing Aileen1 loaf of banana mango bread, that fell apart but still smells SO good1 tripod headstand1 video of an ingenious ninja catAnd finally, some word from you. And really, I think we will be okay.

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ClingstoneI think I have found my perfect home. And I've decided that my perfect life will be spent in an old house with wooden floorboards, lots of windows and a vast kitchen, someplace where the ocean is so close I could dip my toes in it in the mornings.It is drizzling outside and I've left my windows open so the smell of the rain can seep in, the upstairs neighbours are playing an array of

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Embroidered text messagesI've had the hugest headache all day long. And as a result, most of the day was spent curled up under the covers watching reruns and pondering most everything (and in general, not being productive at all).And I find myself refreshing my mailbox every 15 minutes; I

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In between monday afternoon writing and frozen peppermint yogurt in the evening, I am haunted by the thought that we are breaking. Are we? And I wish that this would be easier, that you would be nearer, that I would try harder, that we could be closer, that this distance we live with could be more -- temporary.

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The past few days spent watching the Olympics, trying to cure this damn jet lag (i.e. sleeping at 8am and waking up at 4pm), eating many peanut butter sandwiches, missing family, friends, the boy and yoghurt's kisses, rediscovering pile loads of crap that I totally forgot I owned, and wishing it were a little warmer, a little more familiar and just a little happier here.

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So I'm home, and finally in the presence of all the real things that word embodies. There is alot that has happened since I got off that plane; beginning first with sadness and in a few days, ending with joy - a rather good progression of things if you ask me. And somewhere in there, amidst all these sad happy things, twenty three snuck up on me. And it is alright with me.I am (almost)

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People who should be writing papers should not blog. People who should be writing papers should not blog about not blogging when they should be writing papers. People who should be writing papers should not blog about not blogging on their blogs when they should be writing papers instead.I just realized that I really don't like the word blog.I also don't like writing papers.

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Realizing that I have a little less than two weeks left here, but a growing list of things to do that will take more than those days to complete:1. Sublet current apartment, find new apartment Sublet new apartment.2. Write paper with lit review and proposed research plan, due Friday already late.3. Stats exam next Friday, ugh. (having missed classes most of the semester to work part-time probably

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Sometimes I think about how nice it would be to just leave all this behind and start a cupcakery. To just bake all day, the smells of batter emanating from the ovens, mixed up in the strong company of coffee, filling the air in the streets. Wouldn't that be lovely? Perhaps, one day; after all, they are dreams.

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I'm sorry I cannot visit, but perhaps it is pointless to remember death as much as birth. In any case, you don't live there. No, you are everywhere; I see you everywhere, and nowhere, at the same time.

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Wheeee :)

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So my brother and Angie are getting married in July, and I've been on the lookout for a cream/off-white bridesmaid dress to wear on the wedding day. Been looking on the internet for different options, styles, prices, and coming to the realization that we really have (too) many names to describe the same white/off-white looking colour. I mean, seriously, eggshell, alabaster, ivory, coconut, cream

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Been going to yoga almost everyday now and I lovelove these body washes by fresh and philosophy, there really is nothing better than fresh, fruity and clean! yum! Fresh Mangosteen Bath and Shower Gel, with pomegranate extract, and seriously, how can you not love the smell of mangosteens? This reminds me so much of growing up and eating cold mangosteens in the kitchen. And Philosophy Soulmates

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The days in Berkeley are getting warm, and it is evident as people begin breaking out their summer wear. And hell, I have to say that I love it (after all, I was raised in the tropics). But unlike the weather on the lil' island, the air here doesn't stick to your skin (yay to low humidity!) and the breeze is just cool enough to be crisp. Just the other day, I was thinking about the world (and

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-80756240296917658262008-03-01T18:54:00.001-08:002008-03-01T19:28:20.240-08:00

So this is what grad students in the babylab do to entertain themselves on long days..

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This very good past week consisted of:1 "surprise" visit from a loving, chocolate-bringing, cheer-inducing boy,1 trip to ice cream heaven (aka Ici) - mm, brandied cherry and vanilla fudge swirl,1 lululemon gift certificate (courtesy of lululemon) - and the sequence crop pant!,1 trip to fourth street (finally!) - so lovely, with all that home/kitchen goodness (and benefit!),1 much-awaited shopping

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Take this, and repeat:-Take this sinking boat and point it home, We've still got time.I first saw Glen Hansard opening for Damien Rice two years ago, and he is good as I remember him being. But together with Marketa Irglova, they are spectacular. And on a totally different note:-Lovelovelove :)

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The Sam Edelman Celine has gone on sale! Excitement! Should I? And if I should, red or yellow?

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The holidays were spent up north in winter wonderland. To be blunt, I wish with more than anything to be back there right now; I left a part of myself up there and now, I am even more lost here than I was before.

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Christmas and New Years up where it's snowy and dreamy and lovelylovelylovely.It's no wonder that happy girls live here.

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It's 13 days till christmas! And thankfully, I've almost done the shopping frenzy, now only to get on sending gifts off across the oceans back for a little island loving. But yes, here are some lovely little things/gift ideas I found over the internet whilst procrastinating finals and wasting infinite amounts of time.Most people have begun stocking up on cold weather essentials for the coming

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-56170698177014219462007-11-24T01:47:00.000-08:002007-11-26T03:19:38.744-08:00

SundayThe last of the weekend was spent watching season one of criminal minds (if only their jobs were real) and baking more yummy goodness - i.e banana butterscotch cupcakes with creamcheese and chocolate frosting. Baking is strangely relaxing and very therapeutic (like knitting is!), a good way to ease the "oh-my-god-the-holiday-is-ending" kind of disappointment. banana butterscotch cupcakes/

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There are some things distance has no hold on,even all the way from a sunny little island north of the equator and a snowy city up on the northeast coast.Today has been one of the best days here.(thank you)

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You know holiday season is here when there are lights everywhere (the majorly-wasteful-but-very-pretty-kinda-everywhere), gift receipts abound (along with gift-buying fever), and we get to bask in the delightful return of peppermint mochas and gingerbread lattes. So yay! happy holidays! And when better to indulge in lovely things than the holidays!Anyhoos, I've been spending the long weekend

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I was all ready to write a wonderful lovely post about pretty things and what not, until what sounds like the apocalypse erupted above my ceiling.Shut the fuck up.I seriously want to hurt somebody.

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I dreamt about you the other day; so fitting to dream of you on your birthday.Happy birthday, dHappy birthday brother.Happy pumpkin, heeelllooweeen.I'm an island here, and the boats are getting further and further from these shores.

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I went swimming on saturday down by the hearst pool, and damn, I totally forgot how tiring swimming is. To top it off, the swim cap I borrowed was way too tight for my head and cutting off circulation. But whatever, the weather was nice, I got away from reading in my room all day, and yay to endorphins.Also, the flight is booked to toronto for dec 18th and leaving a month later on jan 17th! Yay

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The past few days have been rainy ones. And sitting inside with a cup of coffee all cosied up and reading, this rain is lovely and so calming. On the other hand, as much as I like spontaneous walks in the rain, being pelted by raindrops on my walk to school and getting drenched in an attempt to save my dying laptop from the wetness was not quite so lovely, and infinitely less calming. And so,

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Reading alot of psychological literature and discovering that academia is not quite like my naive mind conceived. There is so much politics involved, which perhaps has long abounded in most fields of study. Asides from that, my vision is becoming increasingly blurry from reading countless articles on the computer and thus, I think I might need to either seriously invest in a printer or some

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Just got back from the psychgrads apartment crawl, and with no redness or rashes and not (too) much time feeling awkward or uncomfortable, perhaps crawling and its related kinds of activity might be something that I should consider more from time to time. But amidst the crawling festivities, I found myself wandering away from you and then missing you. We lead such separate lives now, and I wonder

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The lines on the page all merge into one, my head hurts, I think about you for the first time in a long time, my vision is blurry, my head hurts, I think about going home, it is so quiet in here, maybe I made a mistake maybe I chose wrong, how many more pages to go, my head hurts, my coffee is cold, I think about the other although I shouldn't, what is learned and what is innate, what does it

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-63905949198003286242007-09-14T22:50:00.000-07:002007-09-15T01:48:19.677-07:00

Here are some pictures from steve's trip down to the bay area. Fisherman's WharfSteve and I took a trip down to the city and being the delightful tourists that we were (steve hates looking touristy but I secretly almost enjoy it) we took the good ol' cable car down to Fisherman's Wharf. Cable cars are awesome, not only because they navigate those hilly streets of San Fran (no pollution to boot!),

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So from needing to finish my course readings (articles, stats texts, teaching text & instructors manual), prepare for my discussion sections, finish an online teaching course on ethics, buy three (completely unaffordable and ridiculously expensive) textbooks, put up my curtains (which is proving to be a challenging and way-more-effortful job than I expected) to doing mundane necessary things like

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The last few days I've been seesawing between highs and lows, goods and bads, ups and downs - I am now just waiting for everything to feel stable.Yays include talking to Miss Salva on the phone for the first time in forever (I truly miss our days living, vegging out by the tv, stitching and bitching together), anticipating Steve's weeklong visit on Sept 2 (six more days!), my houesmate moving in

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The last few days in sunny singapore were spent as most last days are spent, meeting up with the people you love, eating the food you love, and frantically stuffing your life into a suitcase.National Day Brunch at Red StarWe usually dimsum at East Ocean (at Shaw Centre) but they were all booked up on National Day, so the brother, Angie, the mum and I headed down to Red Star. The queue was looong

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I just want to quit everything and become a folk singer, is that all right? But I'm not even sure what I'm talking about because I don't know very much folk music, I'm just having one of those days when I wish everything was something else. Courses start on Monday and I think that maybe people will finally see me as the imposter that I am, after all, you can only fake it for so long before people

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Today was orientation, another reminder of my awkwardness in social settings. It is amusing how self-conscious I am in front of people I don't know, and I sometimes have these out-of-body experiences where I watch myself in a room full of people, alone. And it would be bearable, alright even, if only people didn't watch me too and feel bad for me, because that is the worst part, the pity talk is

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-50693449046151165272007-08-19T03:35:00.000-07:002007-08-19T03:55:46.537-07:00

I've been in Berkeley 9 days now, and I still sleep at 4 in the morning, and I still walk around aimless waiting for it to happen - I'm waiting for the wow to set in, and it is late. I think I haven't quite adjusted to the idea that it is all happening again -having to establish new patterns, new places, new social circles- I think my heart is bitter for this repetition of events, my head is

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-35987454600602108922007-08-19T02:47:00.000-07:002007-08-19T03:07:31.627-07:00

So the day before I leave, Suz, Aileen, Gan & I finally get together for the first time in years for some sashimi at Sushi Tei Paragon and some good ol' catching up. Aileen cajoled some poor boy into taking this shot (she also looks like she's strangling gan with affection, some things never change)/No, I don't just lick anybody, only special people.In the best of worlds, absence should make the

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Today, as we do almost every weekend, Angie and I made another batch of cupcakes, her choice of the week being white chocolate and strawberry, while I embarked on my brother's request for some "savoury" blueberry cream cheese cupcakes.Don't they look pretty? :) Well, the strawberry ones were yummylicious to boot, but the blueberry ones were a little squishy (although the little cream cheese

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-60628406575155115452007-07-24T07:54:00.000-07:002008-01-31T23:39:18.702-08:00

So, the brother, Angie, the mum and I took a trip up to KL over the weekend, all for lots of shopping, lots of yummylicious food and just some good ol' chill out time. The room Our lovely studio at Hotel Maya (although we upgraded later due to a broken pipe)/Angie trying out the awesomely cool twisting bed/ mum and the brother in the nice bathroom.Day 1: Spent the night walking around KLCC and

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-71140505854857329902007-07-20T09:44:00.000-07:002007-07-20T14:26:56.714-07:00

Steve sent me a link for a talk by Jonathan Harris (here) and I must say that I lovelovelove it! It's located on the website for the TED (Technology, Entertainment and Design) conferences (http://www.ted.com/) and I have spent the last few hours watching talks on this website and god, I want to go to one of these conferences! I love the idea of people talking about their ideas, their passions,

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-9409336528905125642007-07-11T12:01:00.000-07:002007-07-11T12:27:11.488-07:00

Spending the days internet window-shopping, buying a plane ticket, watching tv, button mashing, entering data from language questionnaires, eating macadamia brittle (mmmm! icecream!), knitting (yeah! you should try it, it's so therapeutic!), reading, playing guitar, blogsurfing (perezhilton, oh, the shame!), looking through sinfest (the god-puppet strips are HILARIOUS) and just in general,

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-49089287762450188592007-07-08T07:56:00.001-07:002007-07-08T10:53:39.593-07:00

I've been rediscovering the beauty of reading recently, having finally found some time away from work and everything else. First is Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer (remember Everything is Illuminated?) :- Honestly wondrous, unexepectedly humorous and intensely heartbreaking all at the same time, not to mention that I absolutely LOVE the incorporation of visual imagery

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-70925523379081526402007-07-07T11:28:00.000-07:002007-07-07T11:53:50.597-07:00

LIVE EARTH :- Awesome, inspiring, and best of all, hope for the world.Watch the goodness HERE.

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-9959915616553801162007-06-08T09:26:00.000-07:002007-06-08T09:44:40.270-07:00

I haven't been around here in a while, and I am thinking that perhaps the time has come to stop, to leave this.I am in the midst of preparing to leave again, and you would think that after time this would become easy, but we forget that fear itself is evolutionary and at a much faster pace than I can cope with. These days are spent working (from the home, yipee) and looking for housing for the

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-31730615925752220762007-04-30T07:43:00.000-07:002007-04-30T07:45:38.965-07:00

The boy is arriving in four days! (:(:(:(:

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-6215192368386845952007-03-19T10:06:00.000-07:002007-03-20T10:28:33.417-07:00

The days of sitting around with the PS2 as my trusted companion will be over soon enough. Work starts tomorrow and I'm half-dreading it, but I'm also half-excited about finally getting my brain into some kind of decent mental activity (or really, just to play with some cutie pie kids).The boy found a cheapass flight from there to here online. I am excited already, although no ticket has been

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-5753726796403212462007-03-08T07:56:00.000-08:002007-03-08T08:49:57.312-08:00

The heat is aggravating, the heat is aggravating.It poured the other day. I miss the sound of rain pounding on the streets, the swish of tyres on wet concrete, flip-flopping through the puddles, feet wet, ankle deep. I wanted to abandon my umbrella; hop, skip, dance maybe - but there is less inclination here for the carefree.I have finally started writing again. Perhaps because there are fewer to

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-15364335601729889932007-02-12T08:24:00.000-08:002007-02-06T17:57:17.560-08:00

It feels as if I'm forgetting, forgetting the taste of lips, the touch of hands, the way your face curves under my fingertips. And I am afraid to forget, to feel as if I am losing pieces of you, the ones I thought I had memorized so well. I am afraid.But my heart recalls the fury with which it feels for you; that comfort, that ease, that security. And perhaps that is enough to remember that I

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-46926077332444542502007-02-06T17:49:00.000-08:002007-02-06T17:57:17.812-08:00

Leaving Japan today on a flight back to the sunny island. Pictures soon(er or later).Two interviews for grad school so far! (: (fingers crossed for the rest)I miss my babe.

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-11284027064982458972007-02-01T13:43:00.000-08:002007-02-01T13:45:31.800-08:00

My heart hurts.

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-30173552487477657282007-01-19T22:09:00.000-08:002007-01-19T23:08:49.472-08:00

I am counting the days till days end, and baby says "don't count the days, baby." So forgive me, but it is 13 more days to the last of your hand in mine. So forgive me if I cling to you more desperately than I've ever been known to, there will be little of you to hold in the months to come - only until I am counting the days till days begin.On a happier note, I will soon be seeing my dear brother

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-43581177326166665542007-01-12T14:10:00.000-08:002007-01-12T14:23:55.132-08:00

So the christmas and new year's went well -spent christmas up in Barrie with his family, played tons of video games on the projector (star wars lego, baby!), ate lots of food, took a cosy trip for two down to the states, snowboarded (and fell on my ass) a whole bunch, and much much more.Also, I'm finally heading back to sunny little singapore to stay for abit, and truth be told, I still don't

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1166028125544780432006-12-13T08:26:00.000-08:002006-12-13T08:42:05.573-08:00

I sleep with this old plaid shirt on, if only to coeerce into existence the closeness of the man whose presence has been lost to me. I eat pancakes with a multitude of chocolate chips because they are the favourite of a certain boy whose physical proximity is not available to me at the moment. Yet this shirt no longer smells like it did when you wrapped your arms around me, and pancakes are never

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1165387829983582182006-12-05T22:19:00.001-08:002006-12-05T22:50:30.003-08:00

Please, please, let me stay here so I can love you for a little more, a little more, a little more.

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A wish-list for the holiday season, if I would so dare, would include a letter of employment from somebody (anybody), an endless supply of gingerbread lattes, a trip to somewhere warm and cosy with unlimited frozen margaritas (or anything with paper umbrellas), a brilliant letter of intent for grad school, mr. rice's 9, warm boots to walk the streets in, warm booties to walk the house in, a

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1163840358539355932006-11-18T00:38:00.000-08:002006-11-18T01:05:49.243-08:00

Speaking now as an official graduate, Sheralyn would like to say that the world feels exactly like it did yesterday. But that aside, convocation was a fun time, with its ancient proceedings, latin-speaking, and good ol' chats with the chancellor (and his awesome gold robe). Afterwards, some dinner on the west side of Queen, some yummyliciousness at Future Bakery, the company of many lovelies, and

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1163288406893813822006-11-11T15:34:00.000-08:002008-01-31T23:51:05.601-08:00

For self humiliation, for love, and for all the lovelies who missed it (:

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The past few weeks have been difficult ones, with words that don't come when I wish, and tears that come much too often uninvited. For some odd reason, I can't seem to find my feet, and I sorely miss the sureness of solid ground. What would you say of this lack of certainty on my part, what would you say? You would take my arm in yours, tell me that the world is at my feet, ask me what makes me

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1161386522012205492006-10-20T16:20:00.000-07:002008-01-31T23:51:05.601-08:00

Tonight'll be the first show I'll play without my girls around. Nerves.

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1160024968986363112006-10-04T21:29:00.000-07:002006-10-04T22:09:29.086-07:00

Drowning in the sounds of Amos Lee and Ray LaMontagne, perhaps it is time for a little bit of contemplation. There is so much to say but the words that I'd like to use don't sit comfortably at my fingertips. There is always here and there, right and wrong; there are always choices, but there isn't always a choice not to choose. And I feel that I've become comfortable here, that I've found a life

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1159245184836882132006-09-25T21:30:00.000-07:002006-09-25T21:33:28.200-07:00

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These past few weeks I've become unhinged; unraveling as if there was something held together to begin with; the mind constantly asking questions that I have no answers for - no, none, not even unsatisfactory ones. And we return to that classic contradiction, that age old struggle between head and heart; my mind tells me that there is almost nothing here to stay for, and my heart tells me that

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1156635158837187382006-08-26T16:14:00.000-07:002006-08-26T16:33:54.816-07:00

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1156654469740766582006-08-26T16:04:00.000-07:002006-08-26T21:58:20.383-07:00

So the summer has come and gone, and with its end comes the reality of the changing state of these relationships. If the past years we've spent forging this, then the next years we'll spend keeping it -- besides, you know too many secrets of mine to let you get away :)To the lovely in st. catherines, I will (and do) miss you sorely. Who will take my arm in theirs now when we walk down the street?

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1156217038782763752006-08-21T20:18:00.000-07:002006-08-22T09:54:47.720-07:00

Sitting around these days with nothing much to do but make wishlists for the new apartment and hope for employment; that and packing up the house, realizing once again that I have an outrageously unhealthy amount of clothing (evident when you find many things at the back of your closet you don't even remember buying).This thursday is 'come dressed like a friend', looking forward to good things

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1155603474483960162006-08-14T17:54:00.000-07:002006-08-14T17:57:54.496-07:00

My undergraduate career is over.

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1154564004735698152006-08-02T17:01:00.001-07:002008-01-31T23:59:00.439-08:00

On another note, here are some things to listen to, just a couple of songs I actually managed to sit down and record over the course of the past year or thereabouts. I'm trying to get down to recording the rest of them sometime soon, perhaps maybe even professionally (when I have enough money to do so). A little warning attached though, there's a little too much 'twang' on the guitar on some of

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1154563249274098062006-08-02T15:11:00.000-07:002006-08-02T17:00:49.783-07:00

Yesterday, the boy and I bought a huge box of popsicles in an attempt to do away with the heat, and I should say that whoever invented these icy shades of candy-coloured purples, pinks and oranges (who was most probably as sweaty and painfully hot as we were yesterday) should get a big damn prize for brilliance.There is consensus that the air-conditioning in our apartment is broken, faulty, or

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1153178009860247902006-07-17T15:04:00.001-07:002006-07-17T16:13:29.876-07:00

Sometimes I see it in his eyes, the way you used to look at me from time to time; the very look that used to make me feel safe, the one that made my heart ache when you were gone. And it is surprising how a look can hold so many things; the promises you could not keep like the ones that said you would be here for it all, and the promises you kept like the ones that said you would love me forever.

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1151587053653602752006-06-29T06:03:00.000-07:002006-08-02T15:09:39.743-07:00

Back from the Dominican with a bad foot, a whole bunch of tan lines, a new appreciation for coffee, so much (but never enough) of the boy, and a bad case of vacation withdrawal. I would like to be back where the oceans are blue and the skies are beautiful please, under a straw-covered hut, all wrapped up in you, watching the lightning strike and the clouds crash together.To a friend I still hold

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1150042848354340012006-06-14T12:30:00.000-07:002006-06-14T12:36:05.676-07:00

Today is lovely; awaiting your arrival with the sun on my back and the wind in my hair, I sit upon the rooftop with my guitar and my paperback. Up there, with eyes skimming the treetops, sound takes its time traveling upwards to the sky; and it is strangely comforting; that I am at my best when no one hears me. Dave Eggers is swimming streams in my head. Some books bring me inclinations to write,

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1149910219685093752006-06-09T20:19:00.000-07:002006-06-09T20:30:19.696-07:00

The trip doesn't look to be working out; all that's left to do now is hope, and hope isn't looking so good right now.Well at the least, I'll have a visa I won't be able to use, and memories of standing over a photocopier copying every page of my passport, twice.Bitter people are really no fun; alright, I guess there's always next time.

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1149216924339806552006-06-01T19:50:00.000-07:002006-06-01T19:55:24.340-07:00

I don't like the telephone;I am not good on the telephone.

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1148966260719202182006-05-29T21:37:00.000-07:002006-05-29T22:17:40.733-07:00

Hey you, out there in the cold, getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?There was record breaking heat today; sunshine with an agenda, just the way I like it. In light of this, I was baking myself on the roof - note: please turn over every 13 minutes for an even cooking- doing the crossword and scribbling in the paperback, just the way I like it. It occurs to me that this might be the first

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1148410970727761932006-05-23T11:23:00.000-07:002006-05-23T20:00:18.853-07:00

Back from Barrie with a new love for hot tubs and the dark skies above them. I feel like I've been broken in; under a sea of blankets and those blue, blue eyes. I was reminded of home up there, not in the technical, but in the feelings, the sounds, the people that are always there - family, as we so call it.Tomorrow will be the 21st. It seems not too long ago that I was mourning the end of my

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1147633025416030342006-05-16T12:49:00.000-07:002006-05-16T12:51:57.516-07:00

The boy's gone home, and I tell myself, "He's coming back soon, he's coming back soon." He's coming back soon, but still this bed feels much too big without him in it.Started classes on monday, and the days go by fairly quickly; it's hard to think too much when you've always got somewhere to be. I finally got my mark for thesis back, and if I'm totally honest, there is disappointment, but it's

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1147448706486604412006-05-12T08:29:00.001-07:002006-05-12T08:45:06.486-07:00

I've moved, from the greater toronto to just the toronto, right smack into the middle of the city,and the streets are busy in a way that reminds me of home.I am happy, and that is all that matters for now.Often, there are sirens wailing down the streets. I wonder who's in trouble and what needs saving -Someone please hold the one who is crying, I think.For all the people who need my change in

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1146701069991646982006-05-03T16:54:00.000-07:002006-05-03T17:04:30.003-07:00

Save tonight, and fight the break of dawn.Salt stains on my cheeks, and I don't know how to make this better.

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1145073625337232792006-04-15T14:25:00.000-07:002006-04-15T22:53:22.573-07:00

The apartment we're looking at has a balcony, perfect for yoga in the mornings and guitar playing. There is a park across the street lined with rows of trees that promise to provide many climbing opportunities. Better yet, the park is always full of people walking their puppies. I want the affection of a puppy's company without the practicality of raising it. Wouldn't it be nice if we could have

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1144439688746021752006-04-07T12:30:00.000-07:002006-04-11T21:50:58.136-07:00

The first might always be the first; the first to love me, the first I loved, the first to break my heart. "Darling," he would call me, and now I allow no one else the liberty of using that word because it is solely his to call me by. Soon, three years will have come and gone. Somedays it hurts like the first day; but other days, I forget that he's gone. Those are the bad days. And I know, I know

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1143742423970277542006-03-30T09:23:00.000-08:002006-03-30T10:13:44.036-08:00

My thesis is due in less than 10 days, so perhaps I should be doing something other than hoping for a miracle. Ray LaMontagne's Burn, Jason Mraz's Plane and Rachael Yamagata's hidden track have been the only three songs on repeat on my playlist for the past few hours. Hello, beautiful. Spring has finally decided to grace this place with its presence, but sometimes when the wind blows, you can

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1143417833773341092006-03-26T15:24:00.000-08:002006-03-26T16:03:53.840-08:00

Broken down, piece by piece.He says my name and my heart stops, heaves and everything spills over.Struggle to say all the words in between these gasps for breath."Sometimes it's just not enough,I can't lose someone from being far away from them again,I'm so sorry. Oh god, I'm so sorry,I'm not going anywhere,Why do you have to be so perfect,I'm so scared."Here lies the same girl whose heart heaved

sheralyntnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138254.post-1143156212374461592006-03-23T15:15:00.000-08:002006-03-23T15:25:15.470-08:00

Looking for every sorry excuse to spend time doing anything other than read my drugs and human behaviour text. Drink more coffee, try on the dress for formal again, type random thoughts, buy more coffee, lie in bed for a while, make a to-do list, take a bath, entertain more airy fairy thoughts. And what do you know, very soon it'll be midterm time. And surprise surprise, look who will be little

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