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Thursday, 10 April 2008

Meaningless Post..and Day

I know, I really should start studying, but it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon, it just stopped raining like, three seconds ago so the air is dangerously too-cool to be spent outside the duvet, and I'm feeling lazier than ever. I would have been graded minus three at least in productivity level but I'm too *again* lazy to care. It's been ages since I have the afternoon free, so I have to make most of it, right?

Making most of it included having ten hours of sleep last night which was heavenly and highly recommended at all times, if you ask me, spending at least an hour in the shower, couching while eating lunch and watching rerun of Sex and The City, bugging Eric at work with my unapologetic pettiness, daydreaming and spending valuable time staring into space, reading Shopaholic which doesn't really require much brain activities, browsing Youtube and ogling over David Archuleta's perfomance on AI,..yeah well, somewhere along those lines, you get the picture.

But I intend to do something, okay! I doubt I'll be doing much studying today, though, like, seriously I can't study til the very last minute besides the topic doesn't really interest me. Sure, I'm quite an artsy person but I don't really need to know various techniques in building architectural structure, or get to know too much details about painting and sculpting methods, do I? Suppose I still have to make decent grade, especially since I missed few days of this class and the lecturer has been eyeing me, knowing I should do extra efforts to make up for it. When I sent her my extra assignment, she didn't really make me feel better by replying, "Is this all? Is this the only extra work that you submitted to make up for the classes you missed?" Nope, definitely not helping. To be honest, I suppose I could do something else, like go to the theatre and watch art performances, but I don't have the time. Sucks. You know what, that's just an excuse, the truth is? I'm just lazy. Holy cow.

Fine, I will at least look at the textbook and see what I can do. But for today, I need to go to the library to return books, out of 4 books that I borrowed, I only managed to finish ONE book, and I only read a few chapters from the rest of them. I have a feeling they're overdue so I need to get going. Would be good if I can go visit the bank as well. As you know, I just got paid over a week ago (yeay! I love getting paid!) and haven't had time to cash in the cheque yet, which is both good and bad. At least when it's not in my account yet, I can't spend it all and wonder "where's all my money gone?" I'm really bad in money management, and if you noticed, obviously in time management as well.

But, I'm in dire itch to eat mushroom. Figure! So I'm thinking of some grocery shopping. Would be nice to surprise my sister and actually cook for our dinner, mind you, I can be an excellent cook! I swear! Seriously! I am!

On New Year's Eve last year. See those yummy looking spaghetti? My lil sister and I made it! With our bare hands! And I can testify that they're so delicious I'm not even biased.

In the spirit of being domestic, I will cook tonight, mwahahahaha. Geez, it's almost four! What have I been doing the whole day, exactly? Ah yeah, refer to paragraph 2, I guess. Shit. Talk about highly unproductive.

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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.