I'm listening to: Flyleaf - There for You

Swirling shades of blue
Slow dancing in your sky
The sun kisses the earth




I've been watching Chuck and I'm getting to the end of the second season. It's nothing unique to the show and also unavoidable given the plot, but I really dig the overt dramatic irony, particularly in the very complicated relationship between Chuck and Sarah. Because Chuck's the human Intersect (a database of highly important government secrets), Sarah, a CIA agent (together with Casey), is his handler in charge of protecting him mostly from Fulcrum (rogue CIA) agents after the human Intersect. She works undercover at a frozen yoghurt shop near Chuck's Buy More and poses as his fake/cover girlfriend. They both really like each other, as is apparent to many of the other characters in the show, but Sarah can't compromise her cover in view of Chuck's safety. So, while Chuck's made clear his feelings for her, Sarah has to keep (VERY coldly) pushing him away and it secretly hurts her as much as it hurts Chuck, who hasn't a clue and thinks he doesn't stand a chance with her because she's not interested. It becomes a vicious cycle with Chuck unintentionally hurting Sarah's feelings back, from his short involvements with Lou, Jill, etc. The worst part is their having to show the rest of the world everything they want to but can't be. I know, I'm a complete geek.




Just for fun, I'm keeping track of how my new monster bruise changes colour, though I'm not sick enough to want to post visual updates everyday. In fact, over the course of the afternoon/evening, it's transformed from pink to red and finally settled in this dark plummy shade. It's probably the grossest bruise I've ever seen and gotten, but that makes it cool (apparently, my psychological development sometimes reverses and regresses to the level of a little boy's).

Day 1:

All of the time, we don't have perfect knowledge and it's easy to forget that.
Sometimes, doing something's as good as doing nothing. Then, nothing should be done, but this less often the case than assumed.
All of the time, you can't see what's right behind you, but it doesn't mean it isn't right there with you.

Sometimes, what you don't know can hurt you.

All of the time, we're waiting.

Sometimes, the spaces between mean more than the words themselves. It's nice to think so. 

In my defeat, I wish I knew you were safely at home.