it's been a hard day...

naps are better when you have a partner...

especially when your napping partner is this furry and adorable.

On a side note, I am convinced Angel believes in the presence of evil/demon, because earlier today, she was napping contently on the floor and all of a suddent, she got on all 4s and ran across the room and collapsed on a different spot and continued on her quest for all-day beauty rest. I looked around trying to figure out what triggered this strange behavior, and could not find anything around where she was sleeping, and there's no strange noise or anything that I could observe. So my conclusion is that she sees dead dogs and tries to ran from them but could only manage 2 feet before succumbing to the extreme fatique of running across our tiny living room.

Strange dog.

Lost Love

The way I see it, for every person that's loved you and/or continue to love you, whether you remember them or not, is worth remembering forever. The trouble, however, is that I have terrible memory (just so you have an idea how poor my memory is, I've more than once seriously considered visiting a neurologist for exam my brain! Serious, no joke) and can't seem to remember who those folks are.

Having recently moved into a small 1 bedroom (not tiny, just small), Freeman and I have been diligently recycling things, and one of my biggest pet peeve, which is impossibly difficult for Freeman to bear, is to keeping things that may have sentimental value but is usually overlooked for years and years. So this was my one chance to justify throwing away all the greeting cards and personal letters, which Freeman claims the idea of letting these things go gives him nightmare. Of course I had to sort through these items, before deciding what to keep and what to send to paper-recycle heaven, and therefore had the time to actually re-read some of these old letters.

This gets me thinking how much I loved the pre-internet/email days when people actually took the time to browse through aisles of greeting cards and select those that bear personal significance, and then sitting down to compose a message that's heart-felt and meaningful. Of course I only have the ones that were sent to me, but hopefully somewhere out there, some of the correspondents I sent were kept in a box and the recipients will occasionally take them out for a good laught/cry. Just putting this entry together gets my eyes watery, I realize as I toss some of these letters and greeting cards, I am saying goodbye to a decade (or two) of innocence and I will never get it back again, not the same way it was before.

Now Freeman will have people believe that there's no real need to do this, and that I could still hang onto these things. But the truth is, while it breaks my heart to let these 'things' go, emotionally it is also necessary for me purge these 'burden' because some letters are from old boyfriends (I didn't have that many) and they remind me so much of my own foolishness and ignorance about love. It's time to let these go, to forget and forgive (myself and others). As for letters from friends, I also want to let these go because they are painful reminders of lost love, from the ones I once fell embarrassingly in love (in a platonic way) with, but either chose to let my friendship go, or else I have myself absurdly let go of.  Since many of these friends are impossible to find now, I want to lay their friendship to rest, cry over them and move on.

Frantic!!!!!!

Freeman, Angel and I are moving to subsidized housing right behind North Shore University Hospital this Saturday. Compare to the house we currently live in, the housing unit is very industrial, bare-bone apartment that resembles terrible college dorm. Our current place is a spaceous 2 bedroom with basement, a garden in the back and the beach right nearby. Our new place is 1 bedroom, cheap hotel carpet and standard off-white, and I might add, uneven, walls. I just checked out the apartment, it has water damage due to leaking, carpet in certain area is stained and the bedroom is so tiny it will fit our bed and nothing else....well maybe a dog underneath the bed.

So why are we moving there? Because we are talking about 800/month rent that includes all utility and 1 and half minute-walk to work for Freeman, so what do we save? We save couple of hundres of dollars on utility and $150.00 bucks on gas and hell lot more on rent!!!!! That's why.

Now the question I have is, and if you are gifted in beautifying a place, what can I do to such a ugly place? I have some idea, beautiful curtiains, nice wall-hangings, plants to throw some light onto those pasty ghostly-colored walls but what else? Give me your best suggestiong and maybe I will have you over for dinner. hahahaha

There are a lot of beautiful and mesmerizing objects, people and animals around in Sea Cliff, great way for me to just learn how to photograph, but if you are into photography even a little bit, you know the following pictures have color saturation problem, noise and exposure issues, but I am learning by just taking pictures wherever and whenever...