Sunday, September 14, 2008

Day # 8766

Here's to 8766 more. ^_^

Song in my head: Jazmine Sullivan, "I Need You Bad". Too bad it is not in my range. ^_^

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Paper crane folds

I cannot believe that it has been a month since I have posted here. I don't attribute to this my reduced use of the computer; in fact in the last month it has increased. But maybe there hasn't been anything to write about. That isn't true, either; I could've spent dozens of posts solely on what I remember of the last month. So in short, I don't know why I have missed so many days.

I learned how to make a paper crane from a square piece of paper.

Anyway, two things that happened today finally sent me to the notepad. The first one was a clever turn of the phrase that I came up with while I was making IDs for what seemed like eternity. I expounded on smiling at a picture ID thus:
Smiles are like milk: they are sweet, but they turn rancid very easily.
The person who was having her picture taken asked, "Did you come up with that just now?"

At a gathering I attended tonight, I came across a girl I first saw at another party perhaps a year or a year and a half ago. I remembered very little about her save her face and the fact that she couldn't hear. The first time we met there were physical games at the party, so there was very little need to speak.

So tonight as I passed by her, I instinctively waved to her and said "Hi". She did not seem to notice, and I thought nothing more of it as I sampled the food. But I had occasion to pass by her again, and this time I came closer, intending to let her see the hand that I had held up. But this time she took the rest of the steps towards me and encircled me in her arms.

Finally understanding, I did the same and held her close.

The moral to all this is one man's hello is another man's hug. Tonight, I held my deaf friend a lot closer than I would have been comfortable with had it been another person (even a girl) that I knew just as well. But I could have done very little to otherwise show her affection on the level of my normal cordial "Hello" combined with an upraised hand, which she had (I surmise) only a dim inkling of.
It would have worked, but the hug was better.
Perhaps I should save that as a quote as well? ^_^

Thanks for reading.

Song in my head: Robin Gibb, "Boys Do Fall in Love".