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Friday 11 April 2008

I Initially Wanted to Just Write a Few Words, but...

Just short updates to let you know that:

My domestic goddess-ness paid off yesterday and I actually managed to cook a delicious meal without burning my kitchen off! Ooops, I just declared how amazing of a cook I was yesterday, I shouldn't be saying that now, should I? I'm pretty proud of myself cos the dish was top item! Despite cooking the entire two packages of mushroom, it was finished on a single scoop. Well, actually, my sister and I were the only ones who ate it, so I guess that could be just pretty biased, eh? Or maybe we were simply gluttonous. But! I'm thinking positive, positive, positive! I must be an excellent cook! I have this image of me opening up my own restaurant which serves all my homemade dishes and everybody just can't get enough of them, the place is packed the whole day and I'll be the next Rachael Ray, and get offered my own television show...Okay, stop, seriously.
Exam's tomorrow and I can't be even more unprepared. Was spending the whole day at Holland Village with friends to study, yeah, right. The intention was noble but not so much the execution. I don't really care much about coloratura soprano, opera comique, post and lintel architectural structure, blah, blah, blah. If I don't care about my own nails, why would I care about...uh..full round sculpture?!!

Was talking to my friend earlier and he complained about how sick he was of his job. Man, I'm so not cut out for this, I'm not made to enter the corporate world, I'm highly unmotivated and too much of a free spirit. What if I can't do it? People can stay in the same company for years and I don't know how they do it, I'll go mental of the routinity of it, and of course as your career proceeds, you gain more power and you're more in control of the work, you face more challenges and responsibilities and they say it gets better once that happens, but I don't know, man, does everyone feel the same way, really? Or am I just the one being irrational?

I'm just glad at least now I still have school and somehow I still have the option to work or not to work, but even in this internship everyone in the company keeps telling me to think whether this is what I want to do for a career because if so, then I should voice it out. But I don't even know what I want, and it's way too early to think about it when I've only been working there for a month. I have no plan as for tomorrow, let alone if I'm going to keep this job permanently.

To tell you the truth, being an adult scares me. An adult meaning, when you're faced with chances and you're free to choose whatever you want. I've always known what I'm supposed to do, after high school there's no question that I should go to college and university, but then what happens after? Expectations are higher but people don't tell you which way to go anymore, they just want you there, and it's up to you to figure out how to get there, and it's a little bit scary, especially when on most times I don't even know what I'll have for dinner. I know everybody goes through the same thing, and maybe I'm just worrying too much, after all, the thought is always scarier than the real thing. I don't know. I still want to be a kid, knowing I'm doing something right for sure and knowing I can always fall back on someone when things go wrong.

I'm officially babbling, aren't I? 'Short' updates? Yeah, right. There's no such thing as short post in my dictionary. But it's getting late and I have to wake up early tomorrow, and I'm just starting to get a little bit nervous about my exam. Ought I should re-read the materials once again before I go to bed. Wish me luck, people! I'll need plenty of it!

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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.