Beanie level: Rooftop room dweller

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Breathtaking and inimitable? Absolutely.


Week 21~

Thankful for the minutiae of everyday life today. They’re not always fun by any means, but still, there is beauty among them, even when I can’t see it.

Have a wonderful week, everybody.

*sends you some brisk, fresh air to renew you*


For @raonah, and anybody else who needs some sweetness and warmth right now. These are β€œminis” that inflated to become much bigger than I meant them to be, but they can still keep their original title, right?

(Also, happy Pi day!)


Week 20~

Spring has sprung, and nature is in full bloom, sending a hello to the world!

Dear old world, you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.

*sends a hand squeeze out to the Beanieverse*

Because it’s hard to be glad, sometimes, but I hope that there can be reminders around you of the brighter things that you can take joy in.


In light of the recent goings-on in The Light In Your Eyes, I have some musings.

It truly is a magnificent show, so masterful that I couldn’t even dream of where it was taking me at first.

Perhaps it is still flawed, and maybe I’ll pick it apart another day, but I truly feel as if I have just watched a birth of a beautiful creation.

At first, there were the bold strokes of color that captured my attention, streaking across the canvas in a glorious wave.

And then the strokes stopped, and the small flourishes came in. A dot here, a smudge there, and I was left feeling a bit unsure. β€œWhat is this artist doing? The outline is marked over, and it seems so… messy.” But still, it was beautiful, and I kept watching, mesmerized.

The artist kept going, with a gentle, steady pace.

β€œThere are so many dots! How will any of this ever come together? I’ve never seen this shape before.”

β€œOh, that color, there? Are you sure? Maybe you could get rid of that bit. And why are those pieces so far apart?”

Then at last, artist took up her brush again, and with a deliberate and practiced swoop, began finishing her work. At the same time, she motioned to a ladder, and I tentatively climbed it, and looked down.

And it all came together.

The outline I had seen in the beginning was only a fragment of her piece. I was right; the portrait is still messy, smudged, and discolored.

But it only adds to the story that is breathing out of it, pulsating with life and longing and love.

Because life and its frailty is messy, smudged, and discolored. And it can be so very, very sad.

But it should also be treasured.


    I stopped watching it after about 3-4 eps, but clearly I need to pick it up again. Also Bams, are you sure you’re not a published writer with a wealth of world and life experience, just pretending to have a different identity on DB so we don’t discover who you are?


      It’s so odd, because it’s a show that I’d have a hard time recommending to people, because it’s so unusual. You think it’s going one way, and you don’t realize that the path has widened until you pause and spin around a little bit.

      Haha, well, I would love to be a published writer (*files that bit away in my dream box*), but I’m afraid not. I’m just a small bean trying to figure out what in the heck this crock is doing.


    “Because life and its frailty is messy, smudged, and discolored. And it can be so very, very sad.

    But it should also be treasured.”



    Such a beautiful piece! Thank you!

    You said everything that’s needed to said and so aptly and beautiful written!


      *blushing* Thank you!! I was such an inarticulate mess while watching the latest episode, so I’m glad I was able to explain a little bit of how I felt when I felt like everything fell into place.

      I also compared the feeling to Elephant and Piggie (I adore children’s books), in the book Waiting Is Not Easy!. I felt like I was the elephant Gerald, excited for what I was going to see, and intrigued along the journey, knowing that it’ll be good, but still ultimately impatient. And then I finally saw what was there all along, and it was so much more than I could’ve imagined, and it was breathtaking.

      *wants to ramble on and on and on*

      I love this drama.


    Bams, I’m still a jumble, but all the words you said I feel so deeply. What wonderful insight, and so beautifully put. We shouldn’t be surprised. You are just a young woman in a 75 year old body after all.


This was my very first BTS song, the one that started it all, and made me fall in love with the discography of seven that is rich with vulnerable and real storytelling. Thank you, Min Yoongi, for sharing your story, your struggles, your corner of your memory. β™‘ Have a wonderful 25th year, full of adventures, and rest.


Week 19~

With a gentle grasp, I pick up your week,
and add a dash of color into it!

Some burnt orange,
rich brown,
fanciful yellow,
dashing blue,
warm red,
delicate purple,
vivid green.
Black and white too, for contrast and boldness.

Kabam! *hands your week back to you*
There, isn’t it purty?


I like it, I like it!

What a sweet message to debut with, txt! Thanks for making such a refreshing, bright song. 😁 It made my morning cheerier. Keep up the good work!


So in French class today, all of the students had to write about an invention (one we created, or one we like/want), and explain why it would be useful. We wrote a whole paragraph on our papers, and then had to sum it up in a couple of sentences.

After some struggling and many taps of my pencil, this is what went on the board :

β€˜Les Lampes CΕ“ur’ vont amΓ©liorer votre vie quotidienne avec amour. Vous appuieriez sur votre lampe, et la lampe de votre ami s’allumera.

(Heart Lamps will improve your daily life with love. You press on your lamp, and your friend’s lamp will light up.)

(At least, that’s what I think I wrote.)

My French professor saw my sentences, shook her head and laughed, and said, β€œSo very sentimental. I like it.”

Thank you, Jia.


Week 18~

This week, as clichΓ© as it sounds, seems to be a reminder that silver linings exist, and that no darkness, no season, can last forever. It’s been insane, I’ve cried a lot, I’ve been scared and stressed… but I’m thankful that there is beauty around me, and that I am able to see it.

So wherever you’re at today, I hope you’ll feel just a little bit more heartened than you currently are. *hand squeeze*

*takes your day, and stirs a little flavorful sweetness into it*

*hands it back*

Love from me, this comic, the rainbow, the sparkling frost, and these flowers, from plants that haven’t bloomed in years..


You cried today.
I hugged you.
It’ll be okay.

Thank you for being who you are.
I love you.


I hadn’t actually listened to BTS in a spell until today, and the small break helped confirm that yep, it’s not hormones or a tiny phase. I love this music.

And this song.. I love this song. I needed it today. I love the love letter to everyday superheroes in its’ lyrics. I love that it’s a story of giving your heart, of support and strength, even when you think you don’t have much, you’re not strong enough.

I think it’s a good message for the people you care about, including yourself. β€˜Cause today, I totally used this to tell myself, β€œYes, I can and will pick myself back up today, and yes, I will keep going even when I inevitably stumble.”

(Disclaimer : I am running on fumes, and this is probably more incoherent than I think it is. Oh, well!)


    So relatable. Sometimes I wonder why I gravitate towards BTS and its because of songs like Anpanman. Hope you have a better day tomorrow.


      I’m still impressed whenever I listen extensively on just how much of their discography is so real. It’s just a gold mine of rich lyrics, ranging from melancholic to uplifting, and yet most all of them make me feel comforted in some way. The sadder/more reflective ones make me feel comforted because I feel understood, the happier ones because I feel hope. It’s super cool.

      And thanks! Today was just a culmination of a bunch of stuff that’s been happening for the past few weeks, so I’m just tired now. Yay for Beanies, BTS, and chocolate.


    I hadn’t liked fake love initially and was ready to give up. This song was the reason I decided to check up on their discography. And I’m glad I did.


      I’m glad you did, too! It’s funny, I didn’t like this song the first time I heard it. Too much unnecessary auto tune. And then we got the stages and I read the lyrics.. aaaand love!

      Their sound in general was not something I was into before them. Dang those lyrics. And them.


        Since I hadn’t heard any other song before this except fake love, I didn’t mind the auto tune (or maybe I was too ignorant to recognise it). But I really loved the lyrics.
        When I watched fake love for the first time, I was mostly confused. I didn’t know how kpop mv’s were structured, so it was very disorienting to me. Whether I should read the lyrics or watch them.Even the frame speed was too much. One moment they’re dancing and the next second it’s a solo shot. I got lost. It didn’t help that I didn’t know anybody, so everyone looked the same:-D
        But when I heard anpanman, it was just the lyric video so it was better and I could appreciate it. Later I heard fake love again (just the lyric video) and I liked it when I read the lyrics without any distraction.


    *hugs* BTS are the best. They really are. Not everyone likes the same thing, and in such a diverse world, its so strange how so many, many, many people gravitate towards these boys. Bang PD knew what he was doing, and its simply magic.<3


    Anpanman is such a great song. I listen to it when I need a boost. It’s also such a fun stage with an exciting dance. I am still determined to learn at least a snippet of it.


Week 17~

*grabs a rag and some oil*




*hands your newly-furbished week to you*

From me, and these lovely things.


Love to all of you,
and your love of things,
of people,
of moments,
of memories,
of dreams,
of places,
of worlds,
of ideals,
of feelings
that we live for.

Even when we’re not really sure what love really is, or if we’re feeling it.

Thank you for loving,
thank you for living,
for breathing and getting up in the morning,
thank you for being so brave and vulnerable, for helping and supporting each other through sharing and commiserating.

You’re amazing.

Here’s to journeys, strength, growth, and feelings that will carry on beyond February.

Happy love day, Beanies! I’m so thankful for all of you. 💖



You have speckles on your cheeks,
your face dotted with red bumps and marks,
visible reminders that you’re going through so much,
you’re so young.

We forget it sometimes.
It’s easy to,
with your broad stature,
your towering height,
your resigned way of accepting whatever situation you must deal with.

Nevertheless, you are.

I have speckles on my cheeks;
smaller than yours, deep red dots littering the skin right below my eyes.
I got them recently.
I was trying to do something for you.

You see, I saw you.
You looked so tired.
I’ve seen you irritated,
and delirious.

Those were alright,
even if they weren’t.
They meant you’re here,
The tiredness, though,
whenever it comes,
shakes me to my core.

You say that you don’t feel a thing,
you’re numb,
too drawn into yourself that you haven’t cried in years.

That’s why I have speckles on my cheeks,
crying the tears you cannot shed.
That’s why I told you I loved you,
with all of the other words were stripped away.
Maybe they’d be odd in other contexts, those words coming out of the blue (quite literally, as the bubbles came into existence),
but it doesn’t matter if the words are odd, or uncomfortable, or awkward.
They needed to be said.
They need to be felt.

And you know, even if you didn’t have speckles on your cheeks,
you should know that you have done well.
You deserve to feel again.
You are loved.



\”What did you like to do most with your dad?\” I asked the little boy.

\”Hm… I liked.. playing with him, and eating with him!\”


\”Oh, Bam?\”


\”I think my favorite thing to do was love him.\”

I think he loved loving you too, buddy.



Week 16~

I revisited you this week, and you set my heart alight, just as, and perhaps more than, you’d done before.
Your turns of phrase are exquisite, alluring me to stay in your soft, bright world forever.
Your romantic (adventurous, idealistic, whimsy) nature is delicious, making the mundane the stuff of dreams.

You make me want to run, to sleep in wild cherry trees, to quote every piece of poetry I’ve ever known, to feel each individual petal of the flowers adorning the White Way Of Delight.

And most of all, today, you made me conscious of the beauty around me, when I was struggling to find any.

Thank you.


(From me, Anne and Gilbert (both in full bloom), the creek that is finally burbling again, the green in the grass, and Anne Of Green Gables.)


Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear greenie,
Happy birthday to you!

Thank you for being your lovely, wonderful, wise, thoughtful, passionate, understanding, perceptive, supportive, arboresque self, Green!
You make the world (and this little corner of the internet) a better place with your presence. Wishing for many good days with things and people you love for this next revolution β€˜round the sun.


I said hello to you today,
And you said hi back!
You chose to sit next to me at lunch,
And we discussed bad tropes, crazy authors, and artistic integrity.

You said hello to me first today,
Alleviating my worry over sitting next to you,
Afraid that I was being too familiar.

You poked me in the side in lieu of a hello today,
smiled your toothy smile,
And groaned about lack of sleep,
and the thought of doing the exercise thing.

I quite like having friends.
They’re pretty great.

I like you Beans too, with your courage, your delicious conversation, and your thoughtfulness, and your kind words.
Thank you for being your wonderful selves. <3