Men talk.

Today I took Lee to an English school and pretty much forced him into an impromptu interview. I think he did well and learned a few things about teaching in Thailand.

We then went to dinner and we talked. And talked and talked. Catching up like we never left each other. It was very good to finally talk about everything with a very personal friend of mine. Pretty stoked he's here and hoping this will be really beneficial to his well being and life. I'm certainly glad to have a real good friend nearby. I've been way too cautious to invest any emotion on anyone so it's good to be near someone I could really trust.

On a side note I feel a bit ashamed taking him out for the first time to eat a burger. But it was an anchovy sauce burger that happened to be delicious.

Pete

Harvest time

My friend Lee made it into Bangkok to start his one year stay as an English teacher. I'm just concerned about which kidney I should harvest.

Neutral Milk Hotel is all I needed.

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea

Don't even read this. I only wrote it for myself.

When you apologize to someone, do you mean to be sorry for the action that just happened? Or do you account for the yet-to-materialized aftermath of your actions— days, weeks, months, or years after the event?

An amateur cook can say sorry for botching a meal, but does that sorry include days down the line when the patron gets unknowingly sick?

A father can apologize for his failed marriage, but where is that apology hold years down the line when his daughter unexplainably has emotional difficulties. 

A soldier can be sorrowful for the civilian he mistakenly killed, but at the victory celebration, there will be a celebrating man and another still dead.  

I guess if someone doesn't apologize for the wrongful thing he or she did, that person is selfish. To be selfless one must succumb to their ego and admit their mistakes.

I've learned that it's once an apology is spoken, the selflessness of the apologizer ends. The wrong quickly transfers the responsibility of healing and mending to the wronged.

And if that person never finds a way to heal, it's now their fault— for their inability to cope with tragedy is not a wanted trait in society.

I guess It won't matter as much to either party years down the line. The scars will fade. Life changes— it moves on, it adds new cereal flavors to the breakfast aisles and it doesn't remember your tragedy.

Don't worry about me those who went against my title and read this post. I'd like to think that my half-way-coped emotion is not an elephant in the room—I'm not forced to stare at it everyday. Just a pile of elephant poop it left in here; I'm living with it used to the smell— only occasionally a whiff would remind my nostrils so I can't help but wonder, why didn't it let me know so I can lead it to poop outside?


The dandelion still has my smile— it's just choosing to smile cautiously who to smile for.
Pete

Submarine

Today I watched Submarine. I was drawn to this film because Richard Ayoade from IT Crowd directed it and I loved that British comedy.

I'm highly recommending for anyone to watch this. It's funny and very well-told. The lighting on the film is great as well.

Another brilliant thing about it is the soundtrack. I really loved it throughout the film and once credit rolls I found out the artist is Alex Turner.

Checked him out and found he's the lead from Arctic Monkey. I never listened to them and the stuff of theirs on the radio didn't move me a lot. But this EP he released for this film, I'm totally blown away. Here's a quick listen.

I hope you enjoy. The lyrics on this and the others on the album is terrific as well.

Pete