En Garde

You tell yourself, be on your guard
It's a new place, nobody knows you
If thinking everyone is against you is what it takes to succeed, do it.

You fail.
In your defense, it was way too difficult.

Speech is like a pretty snake.
It's beautiful, flowy, and distracts you, but in the end, it's probably full of poison.

So, you start over again.
But,

You keep these experiences in mind,
Like a machine learning algorithm – Observe, Learn, Adapt.

Always remember, be on your guard.
It's when you let your guard down that it hurts the most.
If keeping people at a distance is what it takes, do it.

NaNoWriMo Day 5: One of those days

I’m not exactly out of words, but remember when I said that sometimes my days are just uneventful and there’s not much to talk about?

This is one of those days. I basically wrote yesterday’s blog, took a nap, and have been watching Downton Abbey Season 6 for the past few hours.

This is definitely Procrastination Central for me, since it’s definitely not like I don’t have things to do. I have to throw out things I don’t need, start packing things to make life easier for future me, search for apartments in the new place to live. Instead, I want to know more about what happened to Marigold, will Edith ever kick her editor in the nuts, and if Edith ends up being not straight. (She can’t find the right man, because she needs a woman!)

NaNoWriMo Day 4: She said Yes (to the dress)!

This article is going to be slightly one friend-centric, because I love her (and I spent almost the whole day with her yesterday). So, I’m going to tell you a story for the backstory to make sense:

Back in early-ass 2016 (like literally the first few weeks), your girl was trying to bake things which weren’t just muffins with different berries each time. One of her friends asked her if she wanted to bake with her and her friend. (she – me, her – friend, her friend – friend’s friend; because I’ve started this third person rollercoaster and I can’t get out.)

Your girl was nervous because this was clearly their tradition that she was taking part in. Also, the fact that they’d been baking for more than a year and she had just started was clearly intimidating. She sucked it up and said yes. One sunny Saturday afternoon, she got into the friend’s friend’s car, and the rest is history. (I’ll stop now.)

We started baking almost every weekend (well, not anymore), and made quite a few good desserts. If you’ve seen pretty macarons, cheesecakes, and pies on my Instagram (here), they’re the reason why.

Going forward to the actual day I’m supposed to be writing about…

NaNoWriMo Day 3: Please Stop the Small Talk

So, this is late.

No, I did not stop writing two days in.

I’m just socially exhausted, but you’ll see why when you read ahead.

Day 3: Please stop the small talk

Today’s agenda included going to work, going to an event about 50 miles away, then staying over at a friend’s place. You can already see why this month is perfect to talk about my day.

NaNoWriMo Day 2: Center of Attention

Today started off on a really weird note.

I usually wake up at 6 to get ready for work. I sometimes have these dreams which almost seem on the brink of reality with how detailed and imaginative they are. (Damn you, mind, for being so creative!) I sometimes feel like I can experience sensory details inside these dreams because of how immersive they are.

The notes I’ve written for today morning’s dream right as I woke up include this: (because you tend to forget details through the day)

Dream involving two kids get home
Try to get them out of the dream so that they can write a bit on my blog

It’s almost funny as to how nonchalant 6 a.m. me was about dragging people out of a dream. Or am I ruining some sort of alternate universe timeline by revealing these details? (Dun dun dun!)

NaNoWriMo Day 1: State of Limbo

NaNoWriMo is something that I always want to commit to. Back in the olden days (like 4 years back), I actually wrote about 30,000 words of fanfiction in November 2013. I used to wake up at 4 am to talk to my friend in Greece, and we used to write together till it was time for me to get ready for school.

However, times have changed, I read more than I write, and I don’t have the free time that undergrad promised me I would have for the rest of my life. So, no, you’re not getting trashy Glee fanfiction which can be used as fodder for burning fires this winter. (Yes, I’m stretching this metaphor. Yes, I know it’s shitty. It’s also my blog.)

Instead, this is the first of 30 wlogs (like vlogs, but w - because I’m writing, not recording a video) of the next 30 days. In these days, I plan on documenting my thoughts and experiences each day, and trying to get something unique each time. This month (spoiler alert) is going to be more eventful, so I think it’s a sign that this was meant to be.

If you are in this with me, you can follow my blog (look to your right), and kick my butt if I’m not posting every day this month. I promise to be slightly entertaining, and give you my opinions on shows and music if I have nothing interesting for that day.

The Mess You Made

I have a chest of memories, with multiple compartments
Most are on the surface, visible to everyone,
A certain few haven't been revealed in years

As you gain levels in our friendship, I give you access to more of these memories
I presume you do the same for me, because what is friendship if not sharing deep dark secrets and not being judged
But then something happens and you slink away

Leaving my chest open, all my memories strewn about
Leaving me to pick up the pieces and move on
Leaving me to clean up the mess you made

I hope you find another friend to confide your secrets to

But...

I hope you don't break their heart the way you broke mine
I hope they realize they aren't at fault when you move on, yet again