I can’t sleep so here’s Sara Bareilles slowing down “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” and killing it.
Let me preface this by saying that I suck at this whole “talking-about-my-personal-experiences” thing. But throughout this entire day I’ve been encountering story after story the power of overcoming the silence and stigma of mental illness through the #BellLetsTalk hashtag. So, powered by my internet heroes, here goes…
Note: I’m lifting my social media sabbatical/reduction to write this for my cathartic needs. Watching the news is enough saturation for me. I don’t need to have my heart and resolve reduced by insensitive tweets and comments.
My mom is supposed to be leaving for the Philippines next week. For months, she has been burning oil late at work and coming home after 7 so that the pile of paperwork upon her return from the motherland would be slightly more bearable.
Last night, we had to have a family meeting about whether or not it was even possible, let alone safe for her to make this trip. How there would be no way that she could tend to her business or take a much-needed vacation amidst all the chaos around her. How her own life would be placed in the centre of danger, which she actually forgot to consider.
Apparently, this is the damage Haiyan left in its wake in my mother’s hometown.
Excuse me while I rejoice by marinating meat overnight.
Me, after all my teams make it into playoffs this year then lose in the dumbest/most mediocre/most dramatic way possible.
So basically the West can’t score goals and the East can’t stop them.
Does it really matter what channel Vancouver will be playing in?
Such a first world problem, ha.
No need to take it personal. It’s not our fault that channels like lots of viewers and the largest fanbases happen to be 3 hours ahead of our time zone. Besides, apart from the only level-headed insider in Friedman and Hughson’s bravado (which is 100x suckier during Leafs games), CBC has gone to the dumps.
I, for one, am stoked for better production value. And decent play-by-play guys. And less-stupid intermission commentary.
The East Coast can have the xenosexist.
And something-something “we win on TSN” something-something.
Let’s get hockey wasted already.