Things are going to be a little weird around here for the next couple of days as I’m redesigning the ol’ blog. Unfortunately, with the new design, this blog is no longer small screen-friendly. I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s me. Can we still be friends?
Well, we’re not really, but I just witnessed a street drama unfold in front of our apartment building. I don’t know what it was all about but it involved a lot of screaming, many mentions of the f- and b-words, boys beating each other up, and a girl crying hysterically. Somebody must’ve called the police because soon two police cars arrived on the scene, complete with the siren, but only after the kids had left. Well, one party was still there but they were leaving and were most likely trying to act normal to avoid suspicion. The police were only a couple of minutes late, so their response time actually wasn’t so bad. Phew. I was kind of worried that someone would seriously get hurt, or that someone would pull out a gun and start shooting randomly, but I guess I would have to live in a ghettoer area for that to happen.
When I checked my email first thing in the morning, the only news I got was from my younger brother, telling me that one of my aunts in Indonesia was in a hospital and that my older brother was already there with her (she lives in another city, about four hours away from our hometown) and that he might join him tomorrow.
The first thought that came to my mind was, she was dying. And then came the guilt. We haven’t been in touch since I moved to Canada. I’ve always wanted to send her some news but I don’t have her address and my brothers have been slacking from getting her address for me. Her birthday is in January. I bought her a card. It’s still sitting there on my desk.
I really hope she’ll pull it through. Out of all my mother’s sisters, she’s my favourite. Just like my mum, she was always so proud of me, always spoiling me rotten (she’s unmarried, no kids of her own). There was always a birthday card from her every year.
Anyway, I’m just posting this so I could ask you to send some positive vibes her way. I don’t know how this positive vibe thing works but if people all over the world are still requesting it, it must be working somehow. Just address the vibes to Firda’s Favourite Aunt, please, and thank you.
— from photojunkie
This is how I look when I’m playing Wii Sports Boxing. I look like an evil squirrel. That’s why I always win! If I could make an evil kangaroo face, I think I would kick ass even more. I would knock opponents out with only one punch on the face. Too bad I don’t know how to make a kangaroo face.
Oh No! Oh My! – Walk In The Park
This is the first song that came to mind when I first decided to come up with a list of Spring-y songs, even if it’s not really about Spring. It’s mostly about a warm, sunny day. I could use a warm, sunny day.
The Innocence Mission – Into Brooklyn, Early in the Morning
It’s another song that’s not really about Spring, and it might be kind of sad (“Beautiful life, full of grieving”), but it sounds beautifully Spring-y to me.
Tom Waits – You Can Never Hold Back Spring
One of the most beautiful Spring songs I’ve ever heard, and you gotta love good, old Tom Waits.
Little Wings – Look at What the Light Did Now
When Troy first listened to this song, he thought this song was about photography. Photography is all about the light. Now every time I listen to this, I think of taking pictures of flowers in the Spring. (Download)
Kate Havnevik – The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
Troy and I met in person for the first time in Spring 2004. Hence the song. And his first impression of me? He thought I was kind of stinky. Yeah, very romantic indeed.
Okay, those of you who keep checking this blog for an update may rejoice because, at long last, there’s a new entry! You guys made me feel bad every time you showed up in my visitor statistics. I’m such a lazy blogger. Oooh, ooh, and this is not just a new entry. It’s a new bulleted entry! Hooray!