Wednesday, February 27, 2008

"Baby, you are more important than your meetings"

1 2 3 4 Tell me that you love me more

1. Concern of friends.
2. Zines/comics that reflect me.
3. Calling my sister just to say I love you and vice versa.
4. Boyfriend not calling and texting instead at night because he wants me to sleep.
5. Snacks of the fried potato variety.

Boyfriend made me that boombox out of his dad's old briefcase for Christmas. His friends and family all helped. He was so excited to surprise me and then the day before we saw each other, he slipped up and told me. It's flat computer speakers in a fully functional briefcase, with folders and everything. I don't use it as often as I'd like but I plan to once May 9th comes around.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Sunday, February 17, 2008

L.A. weekend

I got The Book of Other People, which Zadie Smith edited for 826 LA, and a free copy of Paper at Family, this tiny bookstore next to Largo. They gave me a free Thao and the Get Down Stay Down poster! I also had vegan olive oil and vanilla sea salt ice cream at Scoops. It was kind of amazing. I miss home.

Forgiveness presents so far: 2

Present 1, a beautiful fair trade handprinted Himalayan scarf, from the tiny store next to Green Temple.

Yeah, my bangs are kind of crooked

I think it looks like little teeth eating my foreheads, myself.

At least they're finally over

Thursday, February 14, 2008


I don't exactly remember what I was doing last year, but it probably wasn't G-chatting while writing a midterm. G-chat didn't exist yet. Maybe I was writing a paper. Probably MMW. I'm glad that chapter of my life is over.

I do know that last year was one of the most difficult years of my life, physically, spiritually, emotionally, and mentally. Just one year later, I am at my best, when not so long ago, I was at my worst.

A lot of my growth and healing came from me. Don't anyone doubt the intensity of self-love and care, and also the care and love of my friends and family, that have brought me to the place I am. A lot went into becoming the person I am today, someone who was ready to stand strong and alone, and thus, was ready to come into this relationship.

I can honestly say that of all my treasured relationships, none have made me feel as fulfilled, as whole, and as loved as my relationship with one David Morihiro. When we first met, I didn't want to admit the attraction. In the months after, it became more and more difficult to deny that this attraction was not just physical, but mental, intellectual, spiritual, and emotional. The time we've spent together means so much to me, and the time we spend apart only intensifies and strengthens what we've worked for, in terms of a healthy, whole, healing, and loving relationship.

Valentine's Day is kind of a stupid, materialistic, and commercial holiday, yes. But I like the idea of a day devoted to love. Whether or not romantic love should be the focus is debatable; regardless, I'm excited and happy to know that I will be able to spend it with someone that I care about so deeply.

And in a more progressive spirit of things, remember to check out your nearby production of the Vagina Monologues. All proceeds go to the V-Day campaign (which I think this year is victims of Hurricane Katrina) in some capacity; I know at UCSD, 90% of the money raised from tickets is staying in San Diego, to support womyn's issues in the area in addition to those suffering elsewhere in the country.

Happy Love Day, everyone, aka Grace Young and Chris Yamashiro. The two of you also mean the world to me.

Love, Doro

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Monday, February 11, 2008

And the reason why today

The last time he left me, I couldn't stop the tears. My face pressed into his shoulder as he covered my hair and head and neck with kisses. It's Sunday afternoon and the rain matches my mood. He picks up Irving, kisses his nose, and then whispers, "Take care of her?" I take my teddy bear in my arms and hold him tight between our embrace. My last heartbreak sneaks up sometime, but that love never fulfilled me like this one.

On track

Saturday Saturday

I saw his wrist right after drawing this. The correct coordinates are 15 degrees 120 degrees.

Take two

New format

Forgive the poor Photoshopping on the top right. It's been a while.