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Monday, 24 March 2008

I've seen a better Monday

What certainly don't you need on a tiring Monday evening after a busy day at work?

You might answer with one simple word, e.g, a stalker, or perhaps, more than one word, like, a fight with your boyfriend? Yes, yes, sure, that would be crappy.

But, but, but! 'Low and behold! If my Monday could get any worse, I might consider arsenic! Or maybe just an aspirin.

I spent nearly two hours just to get home! Ha-ha-ha, funny, is it? No! Was it some kind of a cross-country trip? But the fact that I've wasted two hours of my life which I would never get back isn't the only thing driving me mad. Okay, so let me tell you from the beginning.

The moment I stepped out of the office I realized that my mood was going to go downhill from there, no amount of pulleys could possibly lift it up, even if Lennox Lewis himself was present. It was raining. But it wasn't just the usual romantic rain you see in the television where two people can chase each other around, kiss passionately and still attract envy. It was a crazy, mind-blowing, super heavy rain! Tiny little me with my tiny little umbrella conquering the heavy weight champion of all rain. There were puddles of water everywhere and by the time I reached my bus stop I was soaked and the bottom of my jeans was practically dripping. The bus stop was so crowded, and I managed to sit in the corner while waiting for my bus, but of course, even just waiting wasn't enough, the rain was too heavy that despite being in the shelter, you still got splashed all over, and what's worse was those private cars which drove super fastly and spattering water everywhere towards me, a wet-looking struggling student from faraway land! Seriously! I didn't even ask for a lift, the least they could do was being a tad bit considerate. When I'm older and rich, I'll be driving in my posh BMW and splashing those struggling students as a revenge, I'm telling you!

I endured this crap for almost half an hour, and by the time my bus finally came, I was this close to actually strangling the bus driver, but my conscience restrained me from doing so, cos then I thought, 'who would drive me home?'. Sod it! The bus too was almost full *bugger!* and the only available seats were the ones in the front, but the roof was leaking and water was dripping right to the empty seats! You've got to be kidding me! I had to sit and endure another hour in the bus when the traffic was awful facing backwards, resulting in a serious nausea in my stomach. Probably I shouldn't have read a book in a moving bus but I was damn bored, okay. Seriously, though, I don't know why I felt particularly nauseaus in the bus, I mean, it's not like I've never sat facing backwards before.

After what it felt like an eternity and more, I alighted and you probably thought, 'okay, things are looking up, she's reaching home already', but you're wrong! While walking a short distance from the bus stop to my apartment, my sandal strap bloody broke! For fuck's sake! I was walking like a bloody spastic as a result! Try walking with a side strapless sandal, okay! I'm not a crab! By this point I wasn't only boiling, I was already vapouring! Meaning, I was way beyond pissed, I was fuuuurriiiouss at the shittiness of my luck. My luck has a shit luck. Ha!

So, really, after taking a bath and after finding out that my bloody hair dryer needs some serious attitude adjusment (cos it's just not a team player, it didn't wanna cooperate), I have ran out of curse words. And based on the brilliant obsevation, I declared that this was the shittiest Monday ever.

'Shitty Monday Club' is hiring new members. Anyone wants to join?

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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.