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Sunday, 24 June 2007

Choa Chu Kang, John Cusack

So, here it goes. My new blog..yet again. Not too sure why I bothered to sign up for another provider while my old one is working perfectly fine. But then again, why not?

Don't really have anything in particular to write about. Today is quite uneventful, I just went to Choa Chu Kang to eat sushi. Huh? Choa Chu Kang???!! Why there, you ask? C'mon,mate, it's not like Choa Chu Kang is a bad place or anything! In fact, it's a perfectly decent place! Although, yeah, I had to admit, that probably it wasn't the hippest, funnest tourist spot or the exact place where everyone has fabulous fashion sense. The best you can get around Choa Chu Kang is a local auntie with dyed hair and fake curls wearing crocs sandal and eating Old Chang Kee.

Although the aunties are practically harmless.

So the reason why I had to go to that exact location..was because it's practically convenient and near to my place, and I was totally not in the mood to be a mashed potato inside the 502 bus to town. Gawd, have I ever mentioned that I hated that bus? Not only coz it's almost always full, but more on the fact that the journey itself would have embarrassed Frodo when he was making his way to Mount Doom. On the afternoon, I can still bear the painful excruciating experience, but on night time? That's the worst! Someone please just shoot me!

All in all? Choa Chu Kang won..by a tiny 5 feet to the finish line. Which was a very rare case, but then that was the story behind my unusual trip to the land of crocs aunties everywhere.

And you know I can't really complain about the sushi.

After the dinner and some regular grocery-shopping (banana milk, frozen pizza, ice cream, and potato chips), I got back and saw an old John Cusack movie. I don't know what's gotten into me these days, but John Cusack is slowly starting to get really painfully cute. Sure, he was cute in Serendipity but I watched it ages ago! So was he in Must Love Dogs. But not too long ago I saw High Fidelity and noticed his upcoming movie-trailer, 1408, and suddenly he was like, whoa! Stud alert! But his new movie was scary, man! Not sure I will be up for it although I desperately wanna see him! My common sense still wins over my excessive hormones, mind you.

As I was saying before..the old movie I mentioned about was called Better Off Dead and John Cusack was still damn young in it! Looks like he was about 18 or so. And I'm telling ya, if it wasn't for him, the movie would be so dull and weird. It's still is, but well, at least with him in it, there's something worth seeing! I couldn't help but grimaced in some scenes of the movie. But hey, it was 1985 movie, so let's give it a break, okay.

Come to think of it, he's not exactly Mr. Macho or Mr. Gorgeous, but there's something sweet and gentle about him, like he's actually a really nice guy in real life. Geeky. Well, now I know why I like him! Besides, he's one damn good actor, okay!

Look at me! Getting sappy over an actor! A 41-year old actor, somemore!

Have I bored you enough???!!!

Oh, by the way, I totally lost all my knowledge on this HTML stuffs, so I'm not sure how much I can decorate and entertain the outlook of this blog. I have no idea when it comes to 'templates' or anything that sort. Truthfully? I probably am the least technical person you can find around, and although I'm not too proud about it....it's done! I'm made! I'm brought up! So, if anyone can share their bits of wisdom,..please!

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Quotes

There's a hundred million different ways of writing, and it takes you a long time to sort through that stuff. And I think it takes anyone a long time to find a voice.

You must learn to take the good with the bad, the happy with the sad, love what you’ve got and remember what you had. Learn to forgive, but never forget, learn from your mistakes but never regret. People change and things go wrong, but you just have to remember that life goes on.

The day before I’m supposed to be meeting Caroline for a drink, I develop all the textbook symptoms of a crush: nervous stomach, long periods spent daydreaming, an inability to remember what she looks like. I can bring back the dress and the boots, and I can see her bangs, but her face is a blank.

I don't know, I think that if I could just accept the fact that my life is supposed to be difficult. You know, that's what to be expected, then I might not get so pissed-off about it and I'll just be glad when something nice happens.

I can see now I never really committed to Laura. I always had one foot out the door, and that prevented me from doing a lot of things, like thinking about my future and... I guess it made more sense to commit to nothing, keep my options open. And that's suicide. By tiny, tiny increments.

There's a big fucking world out there. It's messy, and it's chaotic, and it's never, never ever the thing you'd expect. It is ok to be scared, but you cannot allow your fears to turn you into an asshole, not when it comes to the people that love you, the people that need you.

Maybe what I'm saying is, is the world might be evolving the way a person evolves. Right? Like, I mean, me for example. Am I getting worse? Am I improving? I don't know. When I was younger, I was healthier, but I was, uh, whacked with insecurity, you know? Now I'm older and my problems are deeper, but I'm more equipped to handle them.

I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

A woman needs to be held, even, and science has shown this, if its with someone she doesn't care about. Protective hormones are released, and the amount of hormones released depends on the degree to which she is held. The first and best is the complete surround. He wraps you in both arms, whispers how beautiful you are. Second best is the 'arm around.' He is next to you but with one arm around you. Third is he's just next to you on his elbow, but he rests his hand on your stomach and looks at you. Fourth is you snuggling up to him with your head on his chest, while he looks away into space. But when the first best happens, you feel completely, wonderfully like a woman.

So, so what, so fuck off, go home, leave you alone? I'll tell you something Paul, there isn't anything that I've wanted for eighteen years, cause I was a kid eighteen years ago. And if I did still want the same things I'd think I'd gone wrong somewhere, because actually I don't want to marry David Cassidy, I don't want bigger tits, I don't want to do better on my marks. I've stopped worrying about that kind of thing and maybe you should try.

Well maybe there's a big bit of you that's gone missing somewhere, maybe everyone should want something they've always wanted.

Why is it that adults aren't supposed to go mad about anything? You gotta keep a lid on it. And if you don't then people are apparently entitled to say what they like. "You haven't grown up. You're a moron. Your conversation is trivial and boorish. You can't express your emotional needs. You can't relate to your children." And you die, lonely and miserable. But you know, what the hell, every cloud has a silver lining.

I just woke up one morning and didn't feel the same way. Where did it go? It was like there had been a lot of food on a plate in front of us, and we ate it all really quickly, and then there was nothing left. Maybe that's how couples stay together: they're not greedy. They know that what they have in front of them has to last a long time, so they kind of pick at it. I hope it's not like that, though. I hope that when people are happy together, it feels as though someone keeps piling seconds and thirds on their plates.

That is what I have learned: Sex is destructive. Love is nothing to be fooled with. I learned that I was dangerous, not to be trusted. I wondered if my parents were right, with all of their stiff lovelessness. Maybe they knew better. My parents don't dole out love for the deserving or the undeserving. I was learning that love could cost me.

You could say all you liked about reason and logic and common sense and imagination, but when the chips were down, the one skill you needed was the ability to think about absolutely nothing whatsoever.

There is a comfort in never making an effort, but it's a lonely comfort. What keeps you going is the knowledge that you're only playing with only four cards showing. But when you see other people succeeding with their mediocre hands, you have to make a decision. If you turn over that final card you're certain of victory, but it also means you have nothing in reserve.

I’d gone through life believing in the strength and competence of others; never in my own. Now, dazzled, I discovered that my capacities were real. It was like finding a fortune in the lining of an old coat.

Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as mere consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship.