Prior to today, I'd had a pretty lousy week.
And now I can't stop smiling.
What an idiot.
Word of the Day: Lousy
Showing posts with label girls. Show all posts
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Saturday, 17 January 2015
Sunday, 19 October 2014
Get ready to ramble.
There are a number of things that I am currently finding confusing, perplexing, bamboozling, confounding. When I get confused, I become really irritated.
When I'm irritated, I get restless.
When I get restless, I can't sleep. (Probably how the word came about in the first place).
When I can't sleep, I get angry.
So here I lie, stewing in my confusion-induced anger, writing this blog post -from my phone! The wonders of technology, eh?
Word of the Day: Stewing
Ceiling, as seen from my bed. Needs more colour.
Saturday, 15 February 2014
A funny little Valentine's Day ditty that I made up on the spot.
All the material possessions in the world
Lasting happiness they do not foster
And true love they do not replace.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Word of the Day: Ditty
Sunday, 8 September 2013
Surprise Song Sunday: Still Into You - Paramore
For some strange reason, this song really resonates with me.
Word of the Day: You
Friday, 5 April 2013
Imagine the kind of stuff I'd write after a few drinks.
It was only a four day working week, but for some bizarre reason, it feels like it's been a big one. The weekend I've got planned promises to be fairly big too.
Not 'big' in the, shall we say, classical sense. You know, get smashed, do some illegal things, maybe a couple of fights for good measure.
Big, as in, lots going on.
This week, I feel as if I've learnt a lot more about people. Reinforces the notion that you shouldn't write someone off before having at least known them for a couple of weeks. Sometimes longer. If you give it time, lots of people that you don't originally rate turn out to be quality people.
It's a bit mutual though. I find that if people invest a little in me, it usually works a lot better. Instead of me unidirectionally extending the cordial hand of potential friendship, these things happen a lot easier if it's a mutual handshake. Or at least a substantially mutual handshake.
Best analogy ever.
Getting to know people better also reveals things that you don't necessarily know about, or think about, and that are actually quite deep, interesting or eye-opening.
On a slightly related note, I've fallen in love again this week. As is customary, she's a bit weird. But so very cool.
How do I know it's love? Well, it's taking me a good ten minutes to fall asleep now instead of the customary one-and-a-half. If that isn't a sign, I don't know what is.
Word of the Day: Big
Not 'big' in the, shall we say, classical sense. You know, get smashed, do some illegal things, maybe a couple of fights for good measure.
Big, as in, lots going on.
This week, I feel as if I've learnt a lot more about people. Reinforces the notion that you shouldn't write someone off before having at least known them for a couple of weeks. Sometimes longer. If you give it time, lots of people that you don't originally rate turn out to be quality people.
It's a bit mutual though. I find that if people invest a little in me, it usually works a lot better. Instead of me unidirectionally extending the cordial hand of potential friendship, these things happen a lot easier if it's a mutual handshake. Or at least a substantially mutual handshake.
Best analogy ever.
Getting to know people better also reveals things that you don't necessarily know about, or think about, and that are actually quite deep, interesting or eye-opening.
On a slightly related note, I've fallen in love again this week. As is customary, she's a bit weird. But so very cool.
How do I know it's love? Well, it's taking me a good ten minutes to fall asleep now instead of the customary one-and-a-half. If that isn't a sign, I don't know what is.
Word of the Day: Big
Friday, 29 March 2013
Spontaneous haiku.
Most of the best girls
Are taken by other men.
This really quite sucks.
This complex concept has been developed over the past week. The brilliant idea of haiku-ing it was spontaneous. As in, I decided to do it after I decided to write this post.
I might smash out a few more before too long.
Word of the Day: Haiku
Monday, 28 January 2013
Profoundness from an unexpected source.
Just because she likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate.
Rachel Hansen, (500) Days of Summer
Word of the Day: Bizzaro
Thursday, 4 October 2012
How do I remember stuff from a unit I did almost five years ago?
It's irks me when a conversation shifts from talking with someone to talking to someone.
At that point, it's no longer a conversation.
At that point, I don't know what it's become. I can't put a name to it.
At that point, it seems like I'm being annoying. Which I probably am.
But I know it's become something that I no longer want to be a part of. Who wants to be deliberately annoying? Not me. Unless it's someone that I despise.
And there you have it. A scenario that's randomly jogged a memory of mine retained from first-year Linguistics. Something about the rules of conversation.
But yeah, like, whatevor. I'm fairly over it. If you don't want to converse, I'm not going to force you to. Not that I would be able to anyway.
Word of the Day: Conversation
At that point, it's no longer a conversation.
At that point, I don't know what it's become. I can't put a name to it.
At that point, it seems like I'm being annoying. Which I probably am.
But I know it's become something that I no longer want to be a part of. Who wants to be deliberately annoying? Not me. Unless it's someone that I despise.
And there you have it. A scenario that's randomly jogged a memory of mine retained from first-year Linguistics. Something about the rules of conversation.
But yeah, like, whatevor. I'm fairly over it. If you don't want to converse, I'm not going to force you to. Not that I would be able to anyway.
Word of the Day: Conversation
Thursday, 20 September 2012
Irrational.
Irrationality is a peculiar word.
You can attach the word 'irrational' to so many contrasting and different verbs and nouns.
Allow me to canvas two such pairings that have recently affected me.
Let's start with this one: 'irrational actions'.
I have a friend. She's broken up with her boyfriend a number of times. It may have been twice. It may have been three times. I'm not even sure what you, I or she would count as breaking up anymore.
All I know is that they keep getting back together.
(As an aside, he's a bit of a mega-jerk. Not that that really concerns me at all. I never see him, and nor do I want to. Ever. And he'd probably best not see me. If you know what I mean).
While I too repeat mistakes, often with full knowledge that it will not all end well, it just seems a bit dumb to keep going back to the guy if you have to do it SEVERAL TIMES right? Something must be fundamentally flawed if you have to break up and make up that many times.
And something, or somethings, are fundamentally flawed. I just don't have the heart to tell her. I'm sure she would know, if she opened her eyes and stopped kidding herself. But you know, love makes us blind, and all that.
So that's 'irrational actions' covered so far.
That leads me seamlessly on to my next 'irrational' pairing. 'Irrational annoyance'.
I experience this a lot. I'm by no means a genius, but often this annoyance stems from fools. I just don't suffer fools very well. You know, people that don't make sense, or are just generally bad people, irk me quite easily.
Which, I think, is not so irrational.
Irrational annoyance would be me despising the overuse of the phrase 'like a boss/baws/bors'.
Picture of man sitting on a motorbike. "Like a baws!!!!111!!!"
Picture of girl with face paint. "Like a baws!!!!!111!"
Status update of a guy at a hotel. "Like a baws!!!!111!!"
Someone walking their dog. "Like a baws!!!!111!!"
Far out. Overused, inappropriate, thus, not funny or amusing.
Or 'swag'. I'm not even going to go into that one, because pretty much everybody already has.
Back to my story. Well, all of this is my story. Or at least, my re-telling/telling of it. But back to the story that we were halfway through.
When said friend related her story about her nth breakup with same boyfriend, I listened. Literally, for hours. Literally listened too, because I have no idea what to say to someone in that situation, especially over the phone. "There there"? "He was a jerk anyway, you'll get over it. You did with the other four boyfriends"? "Let's go smash his face in"?
She clearly still liked him at that point, so obviously the "Let's go smash his face in" or "He was a jerk anyway" doesn't really work.
It works even less when they eventually get back together. Which is what happened.
So thank goodness I didn't go bashing her (momentarily) ex-boyfriend, verbally or otherwise. My father taught me well, at least with this trick. He always says to me (because, for some reason, I always get calls about people having problems with their supposed better halves):
*Obviously in Cantonese. With a bit of embellishment by me. But the general gist is the same.
Anyway, I'm annoyed by the whole business. I can think of a few reasons why, none of which may be correct.
1. Time was wasted. It wasn't a ball of fun either. I don't mind people calling me. In fact, I often welcome it. But it just seems so dumb, for some reason, when I get called for, not exactly advice, but opinion I guess you would call it, and then it just kind of all gets ignored.
2. She knows that there's something fundamentally wrong with this whole saga. That's why she wouldn't tell me they'd gotten back together before I kind of prompted it. This also annoys me because I also like good news. Sometimes (or often) more so than bad news. If you can call this good news. It is for her anyway. Why in such a rush to tell me about supposed doom and gloom, and so tardy to tell me about what's supposed to be good news? Do I seem like a person that thrives on pessimism and sadness? If I do seem like that, for the record, I'm not. I like good news. And good stuff in general.
3. As canvassed above, her (now current, as of this moment, as far as I know) boyfriend is a bit of a mega-jerk. What's more, she left a perfectly nice guy that I got along with a few boyfriends ago because of a reason that I don't find to be a reason at all.
So there you have it. Irrational. We all are, to a certain extent, and at certain moments. I can think of at least roughly five irrational things that I've done this week. I just don't like it very much when I'm on the receiving end of irrationality. Not sure if that's rational or irrational, and at this stage, I don't very much care.
Word of the Day: Irrational
You can attach the word 'irrational' to so many contrasting and different verbs and nouns.
Allow me to canvas two such pairings that have recently affected me.
Let's start with this one: 'irrational actions'.
I have a friend. She's broken up with her boyfriend a number of times. It may have been twice. It may have been three times. I'm not even sure what you, I or she would count as breaking up anymore.
All I know is that they keep getting back together.
(As an aside, he's a bit of a mega-jerk. Not that that really concerns me at all. I never see him, and nor do I want to. Ever. And he'd probably best not see me. If you know what I mean).
While I too repeat mistakes, often with full knowledge that it will not all end well, it just seems a bit dumb to keep going back to the guy if you have to do it SEVERAL TIMES right? Something must be fundamentally flawed if you have to break up and make up that many times.
And something, or somethings, are fundamentally flawed. I just don't have the heart to tell her. I'm sure she would know, if she opened her eyes and stopped kidding herself. But you know, love makes us blind, and all that.
So that's 'irrational actions' covered so far.
That leads me seamlessly on to my next 'irrational' pairing. 'Irrational annoyance'.
I experience this a lot. I'm by no means a genius, but often this annoyance stems from fools. I just don't suffer fools very well. You know, people that don't make sense, or are just generally bad people, irk me quite easily.
Which, I think, is not so irrational.
Irrational annoyance would be me despising the overuse of the phrase 'like a boss/baws/bors'.
Picture of man sitting on a motorbike. "Like a baws!!!!111!!!"
Picture of girl with face paint. "Like a baws!!!!!111!"
Status update of a guy at a hotel. "Like a baws!!!!111!!"
Someone walking their dog. "Like a baws!!!!111!!"
Far out. Overused, inappropriate, thus, not funny or amusing.
Or 'swag'. I'm not even going to go into that one, because pretty much everybody already has.
Back to my story. Well, all of this is my story. Or at least, my re-telling/telling of it. But back to the story that we were halfway through.
When said friend related her story about her nth breakup with same boyfriend, I listened. Literally, for hours. Literally listened too, because I have no idea what to say to someone in that situation, especially over the phone. "There there"? "He was a jerk anyway, you'll get over it. You did with the other four boyfriends"? "Let's go smash his face in"?
She clearly still liked him at that point, so obviously the "Let's go smash his face in" or "He was a jerk anyway" doesn't really work.
It works even less when they eventually get back together. Which is what happened.
So thank goodness I didn't go bashing her (momentarily) ex-boyfriend, verbally or otherwise. My father taught me well, at least with this trick. He always says to me (because, for some reason, I always get calls about people having problems with their supposed better halves):
Son, don't go bad-mouthing their (what could very well turn out to be temporary) ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend. If (and most likely when) they get back together, your name will get bandied about, and in no nice way either.*
*Obviously in Cantonese. With a bit of embellishment by me. But the general gist is the same.
Anyway, I'm annoyed by the whole business. I can think of a few reasons why, none of which may be correct.
1. Time was wasted. It wasn't a ball of fun either. I don't mind people calling me. In fact, I often welcome it. But it just seems so dumb, for some reason, when I get called for, not exactly advice, but opinion I guess you would call it, and then it just kind of all gets ignored.
2. She knows that there's something fundamentally wrong with this whole saga. That's why she wouldn't tell me they'd gotten back together before I kind of prompted it. This also annoys me because I also like good news. Sometimes (or often) more so than bad news. If you can call this good news. It is for her anyway. Why in such a rush to tell me about supposed doom and gloom, and so tardy to tell me about what's supposed to be good news? Do I seem like a person that thrives on pessimism and sadness? If I do seem like that, for the record, I'm not. I like good news. And good stuff in general.
3. As canvassed above, her (now current, as of this moment, as far as I know) boyfriend is a bit of a mega-jerk. What's more, she left a perfectly nice guy that I got along with a few boyfriends ago because of a reason that I don't find to be a reason at all.
So there you have it. Irrational. We all are, to a certain extent, and at certain moments. I can think of at least roughly five irrational things that I've done this week. I just don't like it very much when I'm on the receiving end of irrationality. Not sure if that's rational or irrational, and at this stage, I don't very much care.
Word of the Day: Irrational
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Coolest story ever told.
Amazing how little it takes to brighten up one's outlook on life.
Small, seemingly trivial little things can have such an impact on how happy (or not, as the case may be) I am. It's kind of weird.
Obviously their not so trivial if they're so important.
Mmmmm. Cool story.
Word of the Day: Trivial
Small, seemingly trivial little things can have such an impact on how happy (or not, as the case may be) I am. It's kind of weird.
Obviously their not so trivial if they're so important.
Mmmmm. Cool story.
Word of the Day: Trivial
Thursday, 6 September 2012
Once again.
Once again, I tire of initiating conversation.
Once again, I lose the will to pursue.
Once again, what promised so much has turned to nothing.
Once again, a void of emptiness where longing used to be.
Once again, I become apathetic.
Once again, I wonder how many times I can go through this.
Word of the Day: Again
Once again, I lose the will to pursue.
Once again, what promised so much has turned to nothing.
Once again, a void of emptiness where longing used to be.
Once again, I become apathetic.
Once again, I wonder how many times I can go through this.
Word of the Day: Again
Saturday, 14 July 2012
Brief thought/s on tour end.
Tonight was the last night of the tour, and it was, not unexpectedly, quite bittersweet.
It was actually mostly quite a downer of a night, because of various reasons, which I'll probably discuss at length a bit later when I'm not in a state of half-sleep.
But yeah, overall, good tour, mostly great people, good times, and extremely educational. Shall write something more substantial when the fancy takes me.
Word of the Day: Bittersweet
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
Til there was you.
I love this song. So cheesy, but so pleasing to the ears. Kind of like most Beatles songs actually.
Also, if you're interested in linguistics at all (I know, who would be?), the first time I properly listened to this song was when my Linguistics lecturer from last semester was all like, "Hey, this song is a great example of the rhotic 'r' that's found in American English."
See, The Beatles overcompensate for their lack of rhotic Rs, because they're from Liverpool (innit), and so, I dunno, they feel insecure or something. So yeah, that's why you get the ridiculously overemphasised, and oftentimes made-up, rhotic R on words such as saw(R). Yep.
Word of the Day: Rhotic
Friday, 6 April 2012
The Huanger Games
Saw The Huanger Hunger Games last night. Was quite a good film. Solid acting, good plot, scarily believable.
It also made me a little bit sad afterwards. I don't know why.
Actually, I might have an inkling of an idea why. I think it was the random love story in the middle. Seemed so simple, straightforward and beautiful. Guy says something stupid, girl ends up liking him for making a goose of himself. End of story, and they both lived happily ever after.
I think it's the same kind of sad that I get when I listen to Taylor Swift. Who incidentally has a song that coincides with the film:
I now have a phobia of seeing films with love stories in them. Which, I figure, is pretty much every film. Urgh. Guess I'm never watching another movie ever again. Except maybe Avengers. That better not have a love sideplot to it. I don't think I'd be able to handle it. Tony Stark and Captain America or something. What the hell.
Word of the Day: Hunger
It also made me a little bit sad afterwards. I don't know why.
Actually, I might have an inkling of an idea why. I think it was the random love story in the middle. Seemed so simple, straightforward and beautiful. Guy says something stupid, girl ends up liking him for making a goose of himself. End of story, and they both lived happily ever after.
I think it's the same kind of sad that I get when I listen to Taylor Swift. Who incidentally has a song that coincides with the film:
I now have a phobia of seeing films with love stories in them. Which, I figure, is pretty much every film. Urgh. Guess I'm never watching another movie ever again. Except maybe Avengers. That better not have a love sideplot to it. I don't think I'd be able to handle it. Tony Stark and Captain America or something. What the hell.
Word of the Day: Hunger
Saturday, 3 March 2012
Escape from Monkey Island
"I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too." - Hugo CabretIt's a little bit sad, but sometimes I look forward to football a bit too much, because it takes my mind off things that irk me.
It's a form of escapism, I guess. For 90 minutes, you can worry about whether your team is going to win or not instead of worrying about things that you can actually do something about, but won't.
As I say, a little bit sad.
Speaking of escapism, saw Hugo last night. Excellent film. Very photographic. I very much like films that look as though they're filmed by a photographer. Beautiful composition and scenery. Oh, and it was also very well acted, and very neatly cut out parts of the book that I didn't like much anyway.
For some bizarre reason, before I went in, I thought the film was an animated feature. No idea why. Maybe just the 3D, because in my mind, the only films that should be in 3D are cartoons.
In case you're wondering, it's not an animated feature.
So off to do a bit more reading (what else do I do these days), and to watch the football in a few hours. Come on you Gunners!
Word of the Day: Escapism
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
The Nile is a river that runs through several countries, not just Egypt.
Late-night posting on Valentine's Day of the biggest song of denial I have ever heard, on the eve of my trip to the Gold Coast. Sometimes, my life doesn't seem to be as boring as I often think it is.
I don't think we're perfectly lonely. We just kid ourselves that we are.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Word of the Day: Perfectly
I don't think we're perfectly lonely. We just kid ourselves that we are.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Word of the Day: Perfectly
Monday, 6 February 2012
One More Time
So the Deloitte gig's all over for now, and I managed to secure (and, just a couple of hours ago, accept) a grad offer. Which, on top of elation, elicits from me a massive sense of relief. I've finally gotten something, after all the trials and tribulations and whatnot. I'm thankful that I worked with really great people, most of whom really tried to help me along.
The last few work-free days have been good. I'm kind of starting to miss it already. It's more missing the other vacationers than the work. I liked those guys. Or a number of them anyway. Hopefully will get to see them before we all start back at work next year.
Also, after what seems like years, I've finally managed to find me a girl problem. As in, a quandary that is in the form of a girl.
Well done me.
I'll not talk about it here, but feel free to hit me up about it next time you seem me online/in person/on the phone if you feel like a bit of goss, a bit of romance, more than a dash of unrequited love, and impossible odds.
I should work in movie marketing. Or something.
So yeah. Work's over, so normal service resumes. Hell, it's so normal, that, right on queue, the day that I finish work, a truckload of mulch and firewood gets dumped on our front lawn. Which, of course, means that I'll have to move it. Much like the time before I commenced work.
The greatest thing about finishing this whole thing is that I get to see my friends again. Having good chats all around.
Like on Friday, having good old chats with the other vaccers. Learned a lot about everyone, had good times, etc. Should do it again more often.
Or like Saturday, where my homies and I went to celebrate my birthday/offer with some weird dinner-ice-cream-Time Zone hybrid.
Iced Dinnerzone.
What a zippy name. As I said, marketing extraordinaire right here.
So apart from doing things with friends, this week I am going to:
- Upload a massive lot of photos
- Blog (which is happening right here, right now)
- Continue the revamping of my room
- Plan for Gold Coast trip
- Finish moving the pile of stuff outside my house to the inside of my house (being my garden).
I promise the next one will be a lot more orderly, and a lot less thought-spewy.
Also, more about Noel Gallagher gig next. Get excited.
I'll leave you with this clip that was promised by the post title.
Word of the Day: Celebrate
Saturday, 31 December 2011
New Years Eve 2011
New Years Eve, in case you hadn't noticed, and, I guess a recap of the year is in order.
I can't even be bothered going through everything that's happened this year, both on a personal level and more widely. All the disasters, the economy, job hunting, uni, exams, friends, jettisoning of friends, the passing of Steve Jobs, more music released from my favourite artists for me to enjoy, the departure of Fabregas, Sarah's outrageous ATAR score, and many, many, many other things besides, all added up to a year that had its moments, and had its bad moments. And, of course, it wouldn't be a normal year without Arsenal going another season trophyless.
It just occurred to me that this year, my girl problems seemed to have reduced drastically. I think it's mainly to do with the fact that the problems seem to resolve themselves, in that the girls I get interested in are usually taken, and the case is closed quicker than you can say 'sup', and the other ones are just me being gutless. The problems still exist, but I had other things that annoyed me more.
It's been a pretty good year. I mean, I don't think there's ever been a year for me which has been truly horrible. Obviously, it could have been a lot better, but isn't that always the case, to varying degrees?
A big part of this year has been photography. Thanks to my lovely friends gifting me a DSLR for my birthday, I've been able to go on photo rampages of fairly high quality. It's something that I'd missed, because photography with the old SLR was positively correlated to the price of developing photos. In human speak, film and developing photos got really expensive and inconvenient, and, as a result, I stopped using the camera that used film. I need to spend some money on some photography equipment, but that's another story for another time.
It's been a good release at times when I needed a break, or just to get away from things that were bugging me. Just a good opportunity to go and explore a little bit, look at things a bit differently, and it reminds me, whenever I hop behind the lens, that despite all the insignificant trials and tribulations that I have, and all the sadness and madness in the world, that there is so much beauty and happiness in the world, if only I stop to observe. And sometimes actively seek.
Finally, a shout out to my friends and family. My friends, for helping me with so many different things throughout the year. I've jettisoned a number of now ex-friends who were just terrible human beings, and some not so much jettisoned as distanced because they annoy me. Whatever. The thing that I am really thankful for is that I've gotten to be much better friends with friends that actually enjoy my company, and vice versa. Some (actually, most) of you, I've spent less time with than I would have liked to, but that's kind of how the cookie crumbles. You're all wonderful people. You know who you are. And if you don't, or you're uncertain, you're probably not one of them. Or you can just ask me to make sure.
Finally finally, my family. They've been there through my failures, and my semi-successes, and are always there, even when nobody else is. When I've expected them to be disappointed, they've been nothing but supportive. Of course, like with my friends, there are moments when we clash, but they're few and far between, and often quickly forgotten. I'm pretty glad that Sarah got the 99.85. Made everyone really happy, mostly because it was so unexpected, but also because it was so outrageously good, and kind of balances out my academic mediocrity. More on that in another post, I think.
So, friends, and family, I hope you have an even more fun, fabulous, fantastic, and fruitful year than the one that's just passed, and I hope to share many more happy moments, and be able to help you through times of trouble (hope there's not too many of those) in 2012.
See you soon.
Word of the Day: 2011
I can't even be bothered going through everything that's happened this year, both on a personal level and more widely. All the disasters, the economy, job hunting, uni, exams, friends, jettisoning of friends, the passing of Steve Jobs, more music released from my favourite artists for me to enjoy, the departure of Fabregas, Sarah's outrageous ATAR score, and many, many, many other things besides, all added up to a year that had its moments, and had its bad moments. And, of course, it wouldn't be a normal year without Arsenal going another season trophyless.
It just occurred to me that this year, my girl problems seemed to have reduced drastically. I think it's mainly to do with the fact that the problems seem to resolve themselves, in that the girls I get interested in are usually taken, and the case is closed quicker than you can say 'sup', and the other ones are just me being gutless. The problems still exist, but I had other things that annoyed me more.
It's been a pretty good year. I mean, I don't think there's ever been a year for me which has been truly horrible. Obviously, it could have been a lot better, but isn't that always the case, to varying degrees?
A big part of this year has been photography. Thanks to my lovely friends gifting me a DSLR for my birthday, I've been able to go on photo rampages of fairly high quality. It's something that I'd missed, because photography with the old SLR was positively correlated to the price of developing photos. In human speak, film and developing photos got really expensive and inconvenient, and, as a result, I stopped using the camera that used film. I need to spend some money on some photography equipment, but that's another story for another time.
It's been a good release at times when I needed a break, or just to get away from things that were bugging me. Just a good opportunity to go and explore a little bit, look at things a bit differently, and it reminds me, whenever I hop behind the lens, that despite all the insignificant trials and tribulations that I have, and all the sadness and madness in the world, that there is so much beauty and happiness in the world, if only I stop to observe. And sometimes actively seek.
Finally, a shout out to my friends and family. My friends, for helping me with so many different things throughout the year. I've jettisoned a number of now ex-friends who were just terrible human beings, and some not so much jettisoned as distanced because they annoy me. Whatever. The thing that I am really thankful for is that I've gotten to be much better friends with friends that actually enjoy my company, and vice versa. Some (actually, most) of you, I've spent less time with than I would have liked to, but that's kind of how the cookie crumbles. You're all wonderful people. You know who you are. And if you don't, or you're uncertain, you're probably not one of them. Or you can just ask me to make sure.
Finally finally, my family. They've been there through my failures, and my semi-successes, and are always there, even when nobody else is. When I've expected them to be disappointed, they've been nothing but supportive. Of course, like with my friends, there are moments when we clash, but they're few and far between, and often quickly forgotten. I'm pretty glad that Sarah got the 99.85. Made everyone really happy, mostly because it was so unexpected, but also because it was so outrageously good, and kind of balances out my academic mediocrity. More on that in another post, I think.
So, friends, and family, I hope you have an even more fun, fabulous, fantastic, and fruitful year than the one that's just passed, and I hope to share many more happy moments, and be able to help you through times of trouble (hope there's not too many of those) in 2012.
See you soon.
Word of the Day: 2011
Friday, 25 November 2011
Sometimes...
...I wish I didn't suck so much at life.
Despite that, I'm not actually feeling all that down about anything really.
It's been a pretty good week, all in all. Been having good times, spending too much money, moving firewood, so on and so forth.
But yeah, it's just always something at the back of my mind, which I think I've canvassed enough here. It's just really annoying. So much so, that sometimes I lose concentration at inopportune moments, such as when I'm driving, and end up doing something stupid like going over a roundabout instead of around. At least it wasn't a cat or something. That'd be really bad.
Then, after I do that something stupid, I berate myself, and tell myself to concentrate. Don't know why I've started doing that. It's just plain weird.
It always gets kind of like this during holidays for me. I think it's mostly to do with having lots of free time to think about random things that make me somewhat unhappy.
To finish on a random note, I need more business shirts. Actually, just shirts in general. But I am too poor/frugal to pay a lot for them.
In sum, woe is me.
Word of the Day: Frugal
Despite that, I'm not actually feeling all that down about anything really.
It's been a pretty good week, all in all. Been having good times, spending too much money, moving firewood, so on and so forth.
But yeah, it's just always something at the back of my mind, which I think I've canvassed enough here. It's just really annoying. So much so, that sometimes I lose concentration at inopportune moments, such as when I'm driving, and end up doing something stupid like going over a roundabout instead of around. At least it wasn't a cat or something. That'd be really bad.
Then, after I do that something stupid, I berate myself, and tell myself to concentrate. Don't know why I've started doing that. It's just plain weird.
It always gets kind of like this during holidays for me. I think it's mostly to do with having lots of free time to think about random things that make me somewhat unhappy.
To finish on a random note, I need more business shirts. Actually, just shirts in general. But I am too poor/frugal to pay a lot for them.
In sum, woe is me.
Word of the Day: Frugal
Saturday, 12 November 2011
Awesome late-night musings
An interesting thought just occurred to me while I lay here flinging a variety of virtual avian fowls at a miasma of assorted objects.
Well, more accurately, I just recalled an interesting thought that I've been harbouring in my brain for a while.
We all know girls (or maybe even guys) that always set really strict criteria for what they perceive to be absolutely essential in a member of the opposite sex in order for them to be attracted to said person.
What I find most interesting about this is how often these criteria are fulfilled, even to a mild extent.
Take, for example, one of my friends. Either implied, or through explicit statement, a guy she would consider going out with would have to be:
1. Awesome at life i.e. working in a Big 4 accounting firm or a law firm of similar standing (her words, not mine)
2. Hot
3. Not from the west side
4. Pretty much just be awesome.
The guy she's now dating, and has been for a while, fulfils maybe Number 2. Probably the most subjective criterion there.
There is no meaning to what I'm writing right now. They're just submerged random thoughts emerging to the fore during some midnight thinking.
But I do find it interesting how people often persist with these 'criteria', despite the evident uselessness of them.
They're pretty fun to come up with, but not really the most productive use of time. They're more of an idealistic representation of what we would like that special person to be. Someone that we will probably never meet.
And that's probably for the better. It seems to me that people can learn a lot through learning to cope with other people's faults, which might then help them identify and rectify their own.
Through this inane discussion of nothing much, it has also become apparent to me how love transcends all barriers. Even though we often attempt to construct materialistic, vain, arbitrary barriers in an attempt to stagnate its progress, it almost always manages to surpass these constricting ties.
In the words of my t-shirt, "True love will find you in the end."
Awwwwww.
Word of the Day: Stagnate
Well, more accurately, I just recalled an interesting thought that I've been harbouring in my brain for a while.
We all know girls (or maybe even guys) that always set really strict criteria for what they perceive to be absolutely essential in a member of the opposite sex in order for them to be attracted to said person.
What I find most interesting about this is how often these criteria are fulfilled, even to a mild extent.
Take, for example, one of my friends. Either implied, or through explicit statement, a guy she would consider going out with would have to be:
1. Awesome at life i.e. working in a Big 4 accounting firm or a law firm of similar standing (her words, not mine)
2. Hot
3. Not from the west side
4. Pretty much just be awesome.
The guy she's now dating, and has been for a while, fulfils maybe Number 2. Probably the most subjective criterion there.
There is no meaning to what I'm writing right now. They're just submerged random thoughts emerging to the fore during some midnight thinking.
But I do find it interesting how people often persist with these 'criteria', despite the evident uselessness of them.
They're pretty fun to come up with, but not really the most productive use of time. They're more of an idealistic representation of what we would like that special person to be. Someone that we will probably never meet.
And that's probably for the better. It seems to me that people can learn a lot through learning to cope with other people's faults, which might then help them identify and rectify their own.
Through this inane discussion of nothing much, it has also become apparent to me how love transcends all barriers. Even though we often attempt to construct materialistic, vain, arbitrary barriers in an attempt to stagnate its progress, it almost always manages to surpass these constricting ties.
In the words of my t-shirt, "True love will find you in the end."
Awwwwww.
Word of the Day: Stagnate
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