It’s like a therapy! Usually, I bake to relieve my stress. I try to bake off the anger and insecurities that I have… Someone, I forgot who, told me that I need a more aggressive hobby like lacrosse or boxing. Lol. So I’d have an excuse to shove and hit people? T_T
Another way is re-watching my Audrey Hepburn films! Today, I’ve decided to watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s at least two times. v_v I need Holly’s excitement with life. I am so tired of being able to relate to J. Alfred Prufrock.
Eek. Alex started reciting e.e. Cummings poems to me again, by memory. I asked him to remake his tumblr and he just laughed. Did I ever tell you how cute your laughter is? Ha ha ha.
I’ve been dabbling into songwriting these days… and photography with my 60D. But at the same time I also want to start creating necklaces/bracelets like my Aunt from PH. :S I guess I’ll have to call her and ask for some materials. hmmm…
(And not just because she attended Smith College!) There is something I can’t explain in her poems. They’re miserable and dark yet it captures me. I have my moments where I’m as sullen and as depressed as her and I feel that she perfectly describes the certain essence of despair and loneliness that I sometimes feel. But going off-topic, I wanted to share a part of a poem from “Daddy” that I think rings true for most of the women I know. Not all though…
“Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.”