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Wednesday, 13 August 2008

Rants and Pies

[imagine myself saying it]

Hey people! What's up? What's new? Where'd you go? What'cha doing? Well, I'm just gonna rant for a bit here, it's 5 pm on a Wednesday evening and oh my gosh, there really isn't anything else on tv besides the Olympics! Don't get me wrong, I'm all for the spirit, go-team! High-five! Viva team Singapore and all that! But what happened to my daily dose of Ellen, or Tyra (since they replaced it a while ago), or should I say Oprah just to sound less bimbotic? Or my Entertainment Tonight to keep up with my celebrity gossip news? Now everyday it's volleyball, swimming, badminton, table tennis, I mean, why can't they put one special channel for that, so fanatics can see it 24/7 for all I care, but for the rest of us, commoners, we still want our daily fix of talk shows and juicy dramas, don't we?

In a totally unrelated news, I've been slacking big time! I have this assignment I should start working on, but I'm still yet too dilligent to make the first move, you know, start opening microsoft word and stuff? Instead, I've been seeing Gilmore Girls again on the net and some episodes of The O.C. earlier today, like, so totally unproductive. I promise I will start soon enough, though, yes, but don't hold me accountable, after all, 'soon' is subjective, ha!

What else, what else. Planning to hit the stage tonight [stage=restaurant/coffee place/bar/club/hawker/whatever else we're in the mood for], so mistery mistery! [yeah, right, like anyone cares]. But hey, yesterday I finally saw The Mummy. If this was a train, I must have been at the last compartment, or perhaps I would have been the one running after it, since I was so late, SO late catching it. Everyone else has seen the movie like, since prehistoric times, and only yesterday I managed to join in the fun. So yes, the review wasn't that good, but still, I don't wanna be the one everyone refers to as 'the girl who hasn't seen The Mummy'! 'Cos that would just downgrade me to the lowest of the food chain.

So when G texted me and asked me out for a movie, eventhough it was cloudy outside and the thunder was loud enough to scare all living things away, I couldn't say no. God knows it probably was my last chance to not be 'that girl'.

Verdict? Well, yes, so the story was a complete wuss. But it was entertaining! And very funny in some parts, like the cow which was in the plane? God, I was like, 'what the hell is that cow doing in the plane?' Eh, was it even cow? Whatever, but then I just started laughing and so G started laughing too and we were hysterical. Ah, and the part when General Ming and his troops were awakened? GOD! They were skinny as hell! I mean, okay, they were skeletons so they were supposed to be skinny, but it was funny as crap! It's like soldiers who haven't been fed for months! It's not even cool anymore, and plus, some of their body parts were missing! And they were running to battle with half a hand, skinny somemore, and it was just hilarious! At least Jet Li's troops were still cool-ish. The Ethiopian soldiers with various body parts missing? Not so much. But it makes good funny stuff, like I said, it's not that bad.

So! You've probably seen the pictures already, yeah, I went to see Disney on Ice last weekend and it was my second time seeing it, the first being Finding Nemo and now it's High School Musical. Plus side is I knew all the songs by heart so it was so much fun singing along and kinda dancing in my seat, so maybe I'm just biased cos I think they didn't really tell the story that good. It was just so brief, and well, realize that this is a musical, so perhaps they did just focus on the songs.

But nevertheless, it was a lot of fun and the turnout was impressive too, seems like every seat was taken and by second half everyone was in the hype, screaming and singing along. It was great, so were other things I did that night. Again, you probably have seen all the pictures.

So pretty much I've just been leisuring around, but that's not all I do! I have an interview next week to prove it, ha! Although, it has been a while and I fear I'm getting rusty. So I don't wanna have too much expectation.

Oh, sod it! I have such high expectation I would mope around for days if I don't get it!

Nah, kidding.

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2.48 am

Just got back from Velvet, Zouk! It was just me and babe, but it still was such a lot of fun! I mean, two is all we need, right? And I'm writing this now, feeling kinda lightheaded, and I know I should be sleeping soon! Tutorial, yes, there is tutorial tomorrow! I need to sleep! NOW!

So, I will post the pictures from tonight pretty soon, and hope you guys all have a good day too. I haven't reached my quota yet of being bimbotic, right? I should have at least 10 more bimbotic posts!

I'm starting to see double now! Sleep sleep sleep, I need sleep! Good night , people!

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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.