Human beings cannot be a happy bunch if we go through life as stubborn and regretful creatures. Before we made the turn to the apartment last night, K asked if I wanted her to drive me out to a pharmacy to get something for my irritated throat. I ignored my symptoms, decided to be stubborn, and said no. Now all I feel is regret, and I am unhappy.

I’ve been awake since two AM because my throat is inflamed and I am in great discomfort. To make matters worse, I have a bit of speaking to do at school today, with a meeting for a group project set up and what not. I’ve tried everything within the past four hours: gargling brine, drinking warm honey diluted in hot water, sucking on lemons. Why oh why oh why didn’t I go out and buy some Cepacol last night?

So tell me this: are stubbornness and regret mutually exclusive? Because if it is, I will happily drop the stubborn act if it means a shot at getting my sore throat fixed.

(Good morning! I hope your day will turn out far better than mine)

Posted on March 27th, 2008 by Antiguit

Dang it!

Posted on March 23rd, 2008 by Antiguit

I. Good reunions are like clockwork, but only if clockwork tolls once every two years, and only if it sounds like a friend you made in the third grade. I am grateful that my parents lugged my sister and me all over south east Asia in our childhood: we’ve made plenty of new friends and lost old ones every time we pack a suitcase, but cheap plane tickets have made emotional collateral damages easier to alleviate. We talk as if two minutes, not two years, have passed. Gulf? What gulf?

II. He strolls up to me casually with no indication of excitement in his body language, save for that stupid pervert grin he’s perfected since he was thirteen. He strokes my arm and gives it a squeeze. “How are you?” It’s all formality, of course; he knows I’m doing well. He has an uncanny talent for showing up in my life when my luck is riding the crest of a high. I’m fine. How are you?

“Good, good. Shall we?”

Several blocks and ten minutes of abridged catching up later, he taps a cigarette from a slim box and clamps it between his teeth. I yank the cigarette out of his mouth and feel his jaws slam against each other. Ouch. Probably shouldn’t have pulled it out so hard. “Don’t smoke in front of me,” I harshly remind him, throwing the cigarette into a trash can. “I’m asthmatic.”

He chuckles, nods, and flashes that stupid pervert grin. “Sorry, sorry. Come on, let me buy you a drink.” (more…)

Posted on March 20th, 2008 by Antiguit

Watch it! It will blow your mind!

Posted on March 19th, 2008 by Antiguit

Via Stereogum.

Posted on March 17th, 2008 by Antiguit

Next Page »