Sinuyo't Nabighani

You know you're stunning
You're absolutely stunning
You're always running
But I'll catch up to you
The way you keep your distance is
Keeping my interest
So I'll keep it persistent

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I chose to stay home today. I haven't seen my family this much since before I first moved out in 2005. It's quite nice.

And, in what seems like the natural course of things, I now have my own tumblr account. Who knows how long before I link it to my facebook and this blog? (Or if I ever do?) It's an interesting thing, really. Let's see how faithful I am to this one, especially since I am hardcore loyal to my LJ and can really only have one. I feel my facebook will die out soon enough, just as the rest of my social networking sites have. Why I even bother, I really do not know.

There is a party next door and I can hear a lot of laughter. Its a nice thing to have next to you when you are pondering how this new year will be.

Anyhow, happy new year everyone. I'm sitting here enjoying all the Mac goodness I have in my life and am quite happy tinkering with Pages creating something for me to give to my friends. Yay!

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Tattoos.

I know I don't look like the type to have a tattoo (or do I? Is there even a type these days?) and I've always said I'd never get one only because I get bored so easily. Although I draw on myself quite a bit. My usual answer to the tattoo question is that it will have to be something I won't ever get tired of. And my answer to the follow up question of "Like what?" was always "You know, like, my kids' names or something."

Maybe its not real high up there on the cool factor, but I figure I would never get tired of seeing my kids' names, and my husband's too for that matter. (that is, if I ever end up married with children). My kids' names will probably be somewhere near my uterus (duh, that's where they were conceived, yes?) and I wanna say my husband's name will be on my hand somewhere...most likely my right hand because I use it so often and I wanna remember him no matter what I'm doing or where I am. I like that his name would be exposed like that. And that his is higher up than my kids'. I believe when you're married, you love your spouse first, then the kids. Put him/her first, and things will be swell.

If I never get married or have kids, and I'm still hankering for a tattoo, then it'll still be a word. Or a verse. Like, Deut 30:19.

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You know when you're taking someone in and you just... aaah, what is the word. You just know they've got parts of you in them, and you've got parts of them inside you? Does that make any sense? I guess we are meant to have that connection with many people, from everywhere. It is merely an indication that we are more the same than we are different.

Personally I like meeting broken people. Scarred ones. The ones who have been through battle, and perhaps are still going through that personal war. The kind of people who have unfailing courage, despite admitting they are afraid, and tired, and alone in it all, but won't ever act like the victim. If there is one thing I find trouble being at ease with, it is the victim mentality. And more often than not, it is the spoiled ones who have led a charmed life who play this card once too often. The ones who haven't really been through anything heart breaking, who have the gall to bear grudges or whine and moan about how awful their lives are.

I won't sit here and say that I have it so bad, because I know I don't. I've run away from my comforts many times, though, because I needed to know I would survive out there. In the REAL world. I know I will, and I have.

Scarred people, those with the deep, undeniable scars. I see you, and I know.

And...