i love factory does it, nara's going to do it.

that's it, we're going to britex and we're making headpieces and hair accessories. does ocm want to join me?

Sabali

when will this CD come to the US so i can buy it legitimately on iTunes?

i'm starting to understand the manu chao craze.

j.crew, i'll have a word with you

your site is down, AGAIN. on green monday, no less.

didn't this just happen, like on black friday?

from a customer's perspective, this was probably one of the most frustrating experiences a shopper could have. holiday shopping is stressful as it is, and when you're like me trying to get your last rounds of holiday shopping done online, this pretty much puts you over the edge.

last time when amazon was down, every minute of outage cost amazon $31K. judging from the duration of your outage, j.crew, i'd say this was in the millions - yup.

the first time i saw you, i thought you were walking away!

and the japanese office!

left leg, right leg, one leg at a time.

these were just sitting on my ipod - for what, months? - and i never bothered listening to them until now. (i didn't really get islands' first album but their second one sounds so different.) i like them.

the arm, islands.

creeper, islands.

sec walkin', my morning jacket. (this makes me feel like i'm reminiscing the old days in the 70's even though i never lived in that time.)

some truths i learned.

it takes time.

i don't pretend for a day that i don't think about what has or hasn't happened in the last two years. it's always on my mind - i don't try to think about it. but if it doesn't hit me when i brush my teeth, then it hits me sometime during my walk to the shuttle stop, or any given moment thereafter. and if i so make it through the day, it surely hits me when i start walking back home from work. i think about those days when i googled a recipe for hours, spent the whole day grocery shopping and preparing for dinner, waiting for him to come home from work. all those nights when he'd ask me to stay, but he'd just focus on his laptop, frowning and short-fused, as i sat quietly by his side having absolutely nothing to do. and i think of the music i still listen to--the 2, 3 songs i keep listening to on repeat--and my thoughts always end with this girl. a girl who conveniently appeared and got handed everything that i worked so hard for the last two years. everyday i think of her, and everyday i think about how unfair it is.

quitting smoking is the right thing to do.

as it turns out, prolonged smoking plays a big role in triggering hyperthyroidism, and those with hyperthyroidism who continue smoking have a high chance of non-recovery. (i don't even want to write about the other things anymore at this point, so i'm going to just end this blog post short.) i think about the occasional cigarette still, but i genuinely no longer want to escape or self-destruct.

i should exercise, always.
doc says hyperthyroidism eats you up, in a way. it only eats mussels. muscles. so it took all my mussels/muscles and i lost all this weight, but now i'm left with fat. just fat.

you don't say.

sometimes you're doing the right thing even if it doesn't look like you are, and sometimes you love some things even if it doesn't look like you do. my responses are now monosyllabic as much as they can be, and i'll always say i'm rushing to a meeting or a call, but it's only because i know better now, that what is left to be said, we don't say.