Everyday Random

Sometimes that straight, smooth line means you’ve been dead all along. And then something changes that flat line. At first glance it looks like a disturbance. A disorder. An interruption. But really it means you we’re brought back to life.

I think you brought me back to life.

Last night, I had a friend walk out on me and another friend over dinner…

…because of an argument over ordering Spring Rolls.

I don’t think that has ever happened to me before. And although at the onset of the incident I had so many theories and opinions about what just happened, today I’ve kind of sobered up. Less shocked and appalled, I realized there is no point in analyzing and justifying things.

I believe in respecting people’s choices and they’re reactions. I’m not in the habit of judging anyone. And frankly, I am too tired to care and reach out and ask my friend what the hell is wrong with him and why would he walk out over a plate of Chinese food.

All I know is this:

I will never do that to my friends. No matter how oblivious or stubborn or bitchy I get… No matter how oblivious or stubborn or bitchy YOU get, we can always talk things over.

You are way way wayyy more important to me than a plate of Spring Rolls. =)

I think I was 12 years old when I knew I wanted one someday. But I’m keloidal. And that always made me think if I get one they’d turn into nasty colorful keloids.

Until one day, I mustered the guts to go to a renowned artist and ask about it.

It was then that I realized that all this time I had stopped myself from going after what I want because of an assumption. And that’s just lame.

So here I am now. Inked for life. I don’t like explaining myself to anyone. Especially to those who are quick to judge. But for story-telling purposes, I got the first one on March 5. And it means absolutely nothing. No hidden meanings. It just is.

The second one is french for Blank Card. I got it a month after the first one. It’s my everyday reminder. That I have the power to do anything I desire. And that my freedom lies in the knowledge that I can always go after the things I want.

One out of sheer whim. The other stemming from one of the most important things I stand for.