this is my question for the doc today:
I went upstairs to look through some boxes. 1. art supplies 2. diaries/sketchbooks I’ve been meaning to go through to find evidence of past depressions/ruminations that exist in my memory
1. found – check! now I have more clutter to go through downstairs.
2. found – check! some of the things I found in here were really inspiring… some really good art. some really good poetry and prose. huh. i should try more of that.
3. surprise find! a previously locked box of memorabilia. I don’t even care how it became unlocked. inside were pins! yay! I’ll wear them today. some smoking paraphernalia, cigarette cases, zippos and the like. 4 pocket-watches that never worked, but are pretty. a bunch of tin containers, one of which contained the below picture of my late dad and our late dog, Luna. Fuck man! I’m crying again typing about it.
Now, maybe it’s weird that one picture could send me in the emotional direction with such force! as it did. Or maybe it’s weird that I have NO, repeat, ZERO pictures of my beloved and much-missed father up in my house; I never have. Or maybe it’s weird that I have not once gone to visit his grave… it’s within a mile of my current job, as well as the college I attended after his death – 19 YEARS AGO!
Okay, now I know I smoke pot. And sometimes I drink beer. But only now did I realize that I don’t think I’ve properly grieved for the loss of my father.
I never know where to begin. He died from a massive heart attack while walking up the stairs of Aloha Stadium to attend my high school graduation. 1998.
I had been smoking pot pretty regular already at this point. Drinking, drugs, sex. That all started in 93. Found some evidence in one of the ‘ole sketchbooks up there today. It’s actually pretty eye-opening what an insecure and vulnerable little kid I was out there, doing the things that we did.
of course, i cried when I realized the man i was marrying would never meet my dad in this life. I bawled when I understood that my daughter would never meet him. i MISS him.
I dunno. maybe i’ve grieved in my own ways. it just felt really raw today, seeing his face. I’m okay though.
Because it’s one of the two large orchids given to me by my aunt BB about a year ago, from my late grandma’s collection. I named the other one Kamila, after my Popo, Margaret Kamila Yuen. This one is Wallace, after my Goong Goong, Wallace Lin Chew Yuen.
With some help from r/orchids on Reddit, I’ve found the possible ID of this plant, Epidendrum ciliare, or now, Coilostylis ciliaris. This forum has helped me with ALL of my orchid concerns. Do find some general help online first though.
I loved ALL of the Halloween decorations! The theme for this year’s Halloween Party @ Disney is the Nightmare before Christmas, and it was fucking awesome! I can still hear the Cadaver Dans “singing in the dead of night…”
All I want to draw are Disney villains, and I even have the energy to do so!
Love it, wanna go back… tomorrow! Someone pay me.