Tangerine Place *

Yes I know.. My blog is practically dead. hahaha.. I have come to revive you, one of the countless blogs I have abandoned. Seems like blogs are starting to become like those daily planners that I buy in the beginning of the year and abandon after a few months.

I think I'll try to update it more frequently since I'll be going to places soon. ^.^ But sometimes it's a dilemma of whether I should write down my thoughts on the blog because it feels too public here.

I'm going for a trip with my parents this weekend. I'm pretty excited about it since I've planned it almost completely.

Every year I would write down a list at the beginning or end of the year to just recap what I've achieved and what I want to achieve. I discovered there were so many things that I've written down but haven't stuck to. Things just get forgotten after they were written down, just like those diaries/journals. But this year, I will try to set some long term goals and review them monthly or fortnightly. I feel like most of the things that get done are the sudden urges that hit me and I just start planning/working on it.

I guess if I write things down and say to myself, I'll do this soon, I'll do this next week, then things won't really get started.

For 2011, I have a really pretty daily journal. Hopefully I will write in it till the end of the year.

This year I guess I am thankful for having my bf and friends who are always supportive and caring and getting through everything. I would like to start next year off right. ^.^ Wake up optimistic and go to bed content.

Just wanted to share a poem here. It's written by Jewel in her book 'a night without armor'.

Second Thoughts in Columbus, Ohio

I find it strange that we search

our wholes lives for love 

as though it were the final treasure

the solemn purpose of people 

in movies and magazines. 

Yet when it comes to your door 

one morning with calm eyes to deliver itself 

you realize it alone is not enough

You are before me, sweet man, 

and I am thinking 

Aren't I supposed to give up

everything? 

Aren't I supposed to be brave 

and abandon

each dream and aspiration

and yield utterly to this 

elusive beast love, 

to your soft belly and companionship? 

Aren't we supposed to 

have a piece of land-and children!-

that look like you, and cook

soup and bread and sing

each other songs before sleep 

and absentmindedly count the stars 

from our front porch as we pray 

for each other's keep

and pretend 

forever is a word known

not only by the heart?