Monday, November 19, 2012

Serendipity

The other night I was hanging out at my other place with one of my very good friends, 350. (pronounced "tree-fiddy") This place is where I generally host parties and we were reminiscing about my very first party, which he was not there for, since I did not know him yet at that time.

At my first party, a friend of mine brought his friend, who I ended up dating, who ended up as an ex.  350 was good friends with my ex, and that's how we had met. When the realization came it was a bit mind blowing. The mutual friend could have easily invited 350 instead of my ex to the party. What would have happened then? Would my ex be one of my best friends now and 350 be nothing more than a high school laugh instead? I think the greatest thing that came from that silly relationship was the fact that I got to meet 350 and my entire group of friends that stemmed from him.

Isn't it strange how things work out? A slight alter in direction could have changed the entire course of a relationship and friendship. Its things like these you can never foretell. There are so many 'what ifs' in life but you can't really dwell on them. You could very well go mad with all the 'what ifs' you may concoct. Its very important to walk confidently in whichever direction you may choose.

I had a fantastic evening with all my friends. (Well, perhaps we all fared better than 350 at the end) Lots of banter about our futures, weddings, and who will own a horse.

Oh and lets not forget singing along with the backstreet boys. I may not know what tomorrow will bring or what may happen in the future. But as long as I get to keep singing along to bsb with Ah-ba, everything will be alright.


Wednesday, November 7, 2012

What I carry

Since my earliest memories of the image of my grandpa, he had been bald. There was nothing strange about it, it was my cute adorable bald grandfather. Like a fact of life. The sky is blue, grass is green, my grandpa was bald. I remember once asking my mom when grandpa had began balding, she responded with "He's been bald since I've known him." 

I asked my grandma something similar, she also said she did not remember a time with him with a head full of hair. My grandparents were adorable. Growing up, I'm surrounded by a lot of families that are separated or divorced.  However they stayed together for something like 56 years. My grandparents were the old couples you see that held hands when they walked down the street together. They never actually held hands when they were younger though. They only started holding hands so they could keep up with each others pace. Not as romantic, but still cute. I wish it didn't have to be like it was, but they did leave pretty closely together as well. My grandpa left first and my grandma followed shortly after. 

After my grandma passed away, we had left her room and possessions intact for the longest time. One of the first items I had looked into when we finally found the heart to go through her things was her wallet. Inside were some coins, wads of cash (I'm not kidding, my grandma likes to roll deep), and a photograph.

I'm not sure where it was taken, my guess is Shanghai. I can't think of another place that would have a greek styled doric order building (I could be wrong, its been a while since I studied art history) in that era. Standing beside it was a young man. His features are kind of difficult to make out and would have been hard to recognize since he looks very different. There stood my bald grandfather. Dark hair and a little more than what I am accustomed to, but there he is. Bald. Fact of life. 

I carry the photo in my possession now. I actually had forgotten it was in my wallet until the other day when I was cleaning it out. How I can forget something so important, I don't know. I think if I were to ever be robbed, they can take the damn wallet and my nonexistent money, but unless you can find me a picture of my grandpa with a head full of hair, this photograph is the closest I'll ever get.





Sunday, November 4, 2012

First Post

So its been a long time coming but I have finally moved on from my xanga. The dream is to one day have a successful blog where I can live off ad revenue and get all this free stuff from companies. In the mean time, I guess I will work on my writing and try and figure out what I can write about.

It was hard finding a url tag that wasn't taken, I thought I was going to think of something deep and provocative, but alas, I just came up with milk tea with pearls.

Anyways, here's my first post. Since nobody reads this, this is all just an inner monologue with myself.