Monthly Archives: February 2008

Bye Old Blog!!!

Choose Our Own Adventure has moved!

We’ve moved to Choose Our Own Adventure dot com!

I realize it’s the same domain name as before.

But it’s different.

Kind of.

Trust me.

This blog will remain at chooseourownadventure.wordpress.com.

Love AND Luggage Part 2 coming right up on the new blog!

See you on the other side!

Jenn

Love AND Luggage, Part 1

For Jenn:

My one carry on.

Love Ryan

Dirty Laundry: A gibberish musical

2.15.08
Seattle, WA
7:36pm

Dirty Laundry: A gibberish musical

also coming…

the end.

of all the drama.

Blog appetizer:

WE LOVE OUR FRIENDS, yes, even during temporary complicated communication chaos, we do. We shall untangle this. In front of you all. Thank everyone for giving a shit about our lives. I think there will be many varying opinions on this luggage issue, and that’s ok, it’s a tricky sticky icky topic. I think this group of friends can handle it though. Don’t worry, there will be enough gossip permeating this blog, just coming from the nature of the topic itself–there’s no need for braveheart style bloodshed–although I know, I know, many of you JENN’S SISTER may want it. We’re going to talk it out like the non-violent pussies we are.

Jenn,

I don’t think you’re luggage.

Love Ryan

But if you were, I could probably fit my entire CD collection in your booty, and that’d be cool.

Coming up…

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Coming up on the NEXT Choose Our Own Adventure…

Jenn and Ryan respond to “Is it Love or Luggage?”.

Does Ryan think his friends are LUGGAGE?

Is Ryan going to side with his friends or his girlfriend?

Are there sides? What is luggage? What about the Death Factor?

What do Filipinos and Catholicism have in common?

What’s the difference between Steve and Kealoha?

Between Ryan Matsumoto and Ryan Motts?

In fact, what’s the deal with all Jewish circumcising of Japanese names in this day and age?

What’s the difference between this day and age?

What’s identity?

Why was “Luggage” the most viewed blog Jenn and Ryan have EVER written?

What are memes?

What does the 4-D Venn Diagram look like?

What would Frank Gehry say?

Do articles and BLOGS about personal dramas contribute to the dumbing down of the WORLD?

Or the coloring of it?

Do we ever really graduate from high school?

Is Jenn Louis Vuitton’s Tribute Patchwork or Craiglist free Samsonite?

What’s eating Gilbert Grape? (Hint: Retardation)

Has Ryan been in radio too long and thinks we have to make teasers for upcoming blogs?

And… most importantly:

How much money did Jenn and Ryan make delivering flowers for V-Day?

It’s best friends versus girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend versus non-ex-girlfriend.

Iolani versus Punahou.

Harvard versus MIT.

UH versus Cal State.

Mainland versus Hawaii.

Public versus Private.

Local versus haole.

Happy versus Un.

Possible versus Im.

Newspaper (yes, Hawaii Tribune-Herald is a real newsaper) verus BLOG.

Outcome versus strategy.

Left brain versus right.

Prefrontal cortex versus amygdala.

Crunchy peanut butter versus smooth.

Home versus far.

Blood versus water versus coffee versus ANGER.

Selling your eggs versus credit card debt.

Versus versus Versus

Verses, verses, verses.

ON THE NEXT… Choose Our Own Adventure.

Luggage. (jenn)

I am so thankful for Ryan.

We know I don’t slow him down.

We know I am not convenience over connection.

We know he is not settling for something he doesn’t really want.

It still stings, to read these words copy and pasted below from a Hawaii newspaper–but only for a minute, like that bee on your bicycle seat that time when you were five and in your bathing suit, about to peddle to the pool. It stings because I know the truth is I have been luggage.

But I’m not allergic. There’s no swelling. And now the bee is DEAD.

Death by ghetto booty.

It’s true.

Amsterdam was both the saddest and most beautiful time of my entire life.

It had nothing to do with drugs–the ingested, smoked, injected kind.

It had to do with my own chemicals–a slow tide, how they slip past a horizon I cannot see–leaving me somewhere barren. And grey. (Are barren places any other color?) Later, back from wherever they receded, I go back to floating, belly up, watching the sky and hoping it will stay bright and endless.

P.S. My sister sent me this link today. It almost made me want to come out of the melancholy closet, to wear my dark black nihilist ribbon, to reclaim “clinical” as a hip power-word, that I can say openly in conversation, just like how gay people can say the n-word.

See. Sad makes me FUNNY.

Anyway, tomorrow we’re waking up at 5 am to deliver flowers to people who actually GET flowers on Valentine’s Day. It’s going to be the best V-day ever!!! Expect us to read everyone’s little flower cards and use them as blog ammo.

And now… enjoy this article about how I am LUGGAGE from the Hawaii Tribune-Herald.

Is it love or luggage?

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

by Gloria Baraquio

My best friends are visiting from Honolulu this week, and we’ve been having sleepovers every night they’ve been here. We feel like teenagers again — setting up our sleeping bags, staying up late, watching movies, playing games, eating junk food, and of course, catching up on all sorts of conversation.

Our main topic of discussion has been about relationships — current loves, past loves, ones that involve us, and ones that involve our good friends. We feel like we’ve lost some of our friends to partners they’ve chosen for themselves or attracted into their lives … and not necessarily for the better. That saddens us. It’s like instead of dating someone they like or enjoy, they seem to pick someone who seems to work for them. It seems like they’ve chosen practicality over passion, convenience over connection. How do I say this?… They’ve settled for something they don’t really want.

And so the question on the table this week has been: Is it love, or is it luggage?

[Anonymous Friend] puts it very eloquently when he speaks about our best friend’s girlfriend “She comes with two wheels and a handle. She holds his personal items.”

It’s not that we don’t like the girl. She really is cool. It’s just that she doesn’t seem to enhance our friend who we know and love. In fact, she kinda slows him down. He’s always checking to see if she’s OK or not. She often seems upset or irritable around the group, and she doesn’t talk to any of us. The two of them don’t kiss much or show much affection. He kinda seems stressed out by her. Luggage, that’s what we call it.

This past week, we met the boyfriend of one of our girlfriends. He was nice and not bad looking. He didn’t talk much, and the two of them barely interacted. Supposedly, he’s great in the kitchen and in the yard. As we all hung out, we felt like he just wanted to go home, but our girl was enjoying herself with us. But they soon left because there was nothing comfortable about it. Luggage, we call it.

We don’t mean to be harsh. I mean, I guess luggage doesn’t have to be a bad thing, someone carrying your baggage around for you. But I’m thinking, why do you gotta have someone else carry your stuff? Why can’t you deal with your own stuff and just get rid of them yourself?

I can be empathetic. Part of me feels like sometimes we just need luggage. We’re not ready to let go of our stuff. We don’t even know how to go through all of it, how to unpack it, how to organize it. And so it’s nice to have someone carry it for us while we free our hands to do other things in life, like our art or our craft or whatever it is that we need to do, even if it’s just buying us time to avoid the issues that are too dark and dirty for us to face.

[We] spent quite a bit of time talking about who we think belongs together, who we think will last, who we think will break up. But the reality is that it doesn’t matter what we think. People are gonna do whatever they’re gonna do, and we can never really know what’s going on between two people, let alone what’s going on inside one person’s head. How many of my boyfriends did my friends and family disapprove of?

I don’t care how much we think we know someone. People grow and change and move and morph.

They may no longer be who we thought they were or what we want them to be. And maybe they really are happy even if it doesn’t look like it. We don’t know what’s really going on.

And bottom line, that person in their life is serving some sort of purpose for them in this stage of development, somehow.

As friends, we just want the best for our other friends and their personal growth.

But then I thought about it, and I suggested to the group, “Maybe love isn’t the goal in every relationship. And sometimes, maybe love is just about finding other baggage that matches your own.” Don’t we all love matching luggage?

We laughed and somewhat agreed. Everyone has baggage, stuff, issues, and pasts, but just deal with them and keep it light. In the end, I think the three of us decided you only have room for one carry-on, so leave the rest behind.

Warning.

Dear Friends:

We are trying to re-do our blog using a slightly different program.  In the process, things might get totally fucked up.  The blog might disappear temporarily, but do not fret!  We are just trying to make it more badass, but unfortunately, Jenn’s website knowledge is limited and she screws up A LOT.

You have been warned.

We will be back.

XO-

Jenn & Ryan

Steve’s growth

Discovery Park, Seattle

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Shit it’s windy./Look mom, I’m Chinese!

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Father you embarrass me.

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And what if it rains, genius?

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I can’t believe Ryan just threw our only frisbee in the water.

Perhaps I could fetch it with this weird growth coming out of my penis.

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Ryan. That jackass.

True that.

My only goddamn frisbee. What? He thinks frisbees grow on trees?

I don’t think he thinks that.

Oh.

I wish we were wittier.

Yea. Me too.