wasted opportunities

i wish i had one of those hearing aids, that you could just turn off. but thing is, as much as i love a good session of wallowing in self pity, at the end of the day, you still haven't achieved anything. and all the things you hate most about yourself are still there. i need some jump cables.

5 things i wish i could get into

- readings, seriously suffering through a moment here. academic papers don't just bore me anymore *sigh*...bane of my existence BE GONE!
- coriander. don't know why i hate it, and don't know why it's shredded up and hidden in every single damn asian meal, or anything asian inspired or oriental or even damn new age hybrid for that matter
- the nano. i know, i know, i'm probably already spoilt for choice with a 2 gig memory already and i can't possibly go through 17 hours of music on one commute but what can i say? always want what you don't have...
- the headband movement. my forehead's too small for fashion.
- my old, happy, motivated, the-world-is-at-my-feet obnoxious self, ala Alice v2001

no jump today, the fridge is empty


ok so i lied, but you checked which means you dont trust me (for good reason it seems huh)

just a little rant.

i first checked in on postsecret roughly two years ago, i found it incredibly sad, thought provoking, fascinating, and intensely personal. then they decided to publish a book, as the postcards themselves are so devestatingly beautiful i could sympathise with such a move. when the cool hunter decided to post a weekly selection from the site early last year, i thought at least they have their hearts in the right place. when Yen wrote an article on it last year, i thought (correctly) that it was just a filler piece signaling the beginning of the downward spiral of what i used to consider a quality publication. when cospomolitan did an article on it i thought holy shit, now the trend whores have caught on and robbed these intimate messages of value. and now a certain (i won't name names) individual who, to say that i don't respect her would be the understatement of the year, decides to not only blog about it, but post some of these secrets onto the blog itself. well. i feel violated on their behalf. It not just leaking these postcards onto a club hopping drunken trend whore plane that i have a problem with, because clearly they have an affect on everyone who happens to stumble across them. but it's the selecting, the placing of higher value on certain unmentionables over others. the entire exercise is to get things off people's chest, and now there's the competitive element, a sense that some secrets are edgier than others, more publish worthy, and in turn, less truthful. and it pains me.

now only leaves the question, have i ever posted them a card?