bread butts

Facebook has taken over my life. Big surprise. So, it should not be alarming that it has become a part of my daily routine: Come home, pour my books onto my bed, take off my socks, sit myself down at my laptop, arrive at that familiar blue and white page... and all of the sudden, the world is at my disposal.

Nothing was different tonight, and after logging into my account, I saw a status update that read this:

I use to loathe the end pieces of bread loaves; but as of late, I've been growing quite fond of the them.

Now, I would usually peruse through the rest of them quickly and then promptly head off to bed, but this one got me thinkin'.

What if life... is like a loaf of bread (oh, there she goes talking about food again). Seriously, though. A loaf of homemade bread that has been cut by hand, each slice like a different chapter in your life: A beginning, middle and end; your past, present and future.

When we live in the present, it's hard to think back to our beginnings or to our ends...simply because what's done is past and what's yet to come is unknown. It's pretty difficult to relate to ideas so far from us when we're in the middle of everything. We live our way through the stages and find ourselves moving closer towards the end. There we are at the slice of our life: we momentarily stop, and wonder where the heck the rest of our bread has gone to.

And then we come to the realization that we miss the first end of the loaf. We fully appreciate its purpose due to its absence because sometimes the only way to learn the true value of something, is to lose it.

The upshot is that there's still one more bread butt left.

Enjoy it.

i like the way...

I've gone through lots of desserts these days: the ridiculously delectable list of french goods to simple american. I've gone through the list again and again: Flan au caramel, with its rich smokey liquidy caramel at the bottom; the tartness of cherry pie; the warm cinnamon nutmeg spell of pumpkin pie; the flaky crisp layers of mille feuille.

I found you rethrown in my direction, and to think I almost forgot about the things that i like about you.

I like the way you're tough to crack on the surface, but then smooth underneath. The way the crisp layer of sugar is bitter, and then everso sweet. I like you inside and out, and this time... hopefully I've cracked through.

You're that type, that everyone likes. That one that everyone is always in line for, whispering great things about. Occassionally, you run into that person that just doesn't get it. They just don't get you.

But I get you.

So bring on the crowds, bring on the lines. Bring on the people who think they know.

Because honey, I don't think. I know.

You might be creme de la creme, but no one knows it better than this connoisseur.

surprise.

Birthdays have never really been a big thing to me... at least when it comes to my own birthday. This one was just as frustrating as the rest for several reasons, but it was different. Why? Because it's been 2 decades since I first came into this world, and I'm lookin at the world differently.

Reasons why today was full of little surprises that eventually salvaged the day:
> "You Belong With Me" at the most unexpected place & time
> Polaroid Camera + Film
> DDR + Doritos (Ranch, thank you very much)
> shit... it's your birthday?
> 85
> Driving around with the windows down, blasting music. I drove down a street... took it all the way down, and ended up right where I started. Life is funny like that.
> T.Swift's "Jump Then Fall"
> day after Halloween = price reductions on all the candies that have orange wrappers
> Little Forrest
> The possibility of sandwiches


Just a quick jot for now. Heading to bed because of work at 8am tomorrow morning.

Embracing 20 already.