And I want to name him Donut.
Oo, is it true that pets can take your mind off your rotting loneliness? Is it?
Now listening to: Orange Sky - Alexi Murdoch
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Fur-real buddy?
I've always wanted a Guinea pig. Like this one:
And I want to name him Donut.
Oo, is it true that pets can take your mind off your rotting loneliness? Is it?
Now listening to: Orange Sky - Alexi Murdoch
And I want to name him Donut.
Oo, is it true that pets can take your mind off your rotting loneliness? Is it?
Now listening to: Orange Sky - Alexi Murdoch
Friday, May 08, 2009
No title.
You know how they say chocolate lifts your spirits, makes you feel happy, etc? Well, I'm having my doubts. Six Snickers bars down, and no spirits soaring here!
I realised I may not like change too much. Nothing's going right and all I want to do is wallow. I see why people like to wallow. Doesn't sound like the best decision, but I have a theory (like for everything else I say). Sometimes, if you are strong/smart enough, wallowing a little after you've had a day like mine can do you good. It sucks, but it still kind of gives you time to sort things out for urself and realise things you forgot to, because you were too busy living life. See?
My only other otpion is to go out and try to take my mind off things. But that's pretty much impossible. Because if I go out now, I'd be bogged down by other people's questions along with my own and I'd only be runnning from my problems or even worse, giving up. But on the other hand, if I do wallow for a while, may be I will get a grip at some point and actually DO something about the situations that CAN be helped. May be.
But then again, things might not be so bad. I had the nicest conversation with a friend I haven't spoken to in a very long time (let's call him Doritos). At times like these, you can't really help but make sense. This comes at the 2nd stage, where you are out of the shock and things are getting a little clearer to you. There may be no silver lining, but there is some light nonetheless. So when you suddenly start talking sense and sounding "profound", so to speak, people know something's wrong. They ask questions. Suddenly, everyone seems concerned. People you haven't heard from in years are asking you questions, saying they're sorry and giving you their best advice. It's kind of nice sometimes, as long as these "friends" don't interfere more than needed. The thought of someone even thinking of helping you through a rough patch, is nice. But this is the point, when your cynical self peeks out and wonders a little too loudly, whether it is concern or curiosity. But then, unless I hate the person so much that I want to claw their insides out, I would normally think it's the basic niceness that's in people. But then there are some friends like (let's call her Curry), who seem to go off on a tangent more easily than me. Curry is a good friend. She asks me what's wrong and I tell her. I don't know whether it's in hope of consolation or simply because I was asked. But I tell her nonetheless and she takes off about how she worries about things. What if her shit ends like mine! I mean, that's kind of rude now. I'm no one to judge, but things surely can't be worse in Curry's case? But hey, that's how people are. They suck, sometimes.
I was pondering the thought and I decided to share it with Doritos. And that's when we started discussing 9th grade literature that we both loved so much, that was taught to us by a man we respect more than any teacher. Actually, this is more of Philosophy. Remember Stoicism? Okay, for the ignorant, here's what it is in it's simplest explanation: In Julius Caesar, there is Anthony and there is Brutus. Anthony is what is known as an Epicurean. A man, who believes in living life to the fullest and that a fear of any supernatural power is only superstition, that diminishes his enjoyment of life. Nature runs the universe and therefore, man has free will and the sole responsibiliy of his actions.
An appealing thought, isn't it?
But then there is Brutus, a staunch Stoic. A man, who believes that the universe is controlled by God and humans are the only creatures with the power of reason. Therefore, reason is the ultimate link with the mind of God. Passion, is the biggest enemy of reason and rationality, being a hindrance to virute. And therefore, reason must dominate over passion.
Now, this is not the most convincing philosophy, simply because of its deterministic nature. But, its emphasis on reason and rationality is respectable. SO, the conclusion is that you need to strike balance. Be an Epicurean in your good times and a Stoic in your bad, and voila! You have a happy person! Because if you don't SEE the damn holes, you want to keep sailing the freakin' happy boat.
Cheers.
Written on 8/5/09
I realised I may not like change too much. Nothing's going right and all I want to do is wallow. I see why people like to wallow. Doesn't sound like the best decision, but I have a theory (like for everything else I say). Sometimes, if you are strong/smart enough, wallowing a little after you've had a day like mine can do you good. It sucks, but it still kind of gives you time to sort things out for urself and realise things you forgot to, because you were too busy living life. See?
My only other otpion is to go out and try to take my mind off things. But that's pretty much impossible. Because if I go out now, I'd be bogged down by other people's questions along with my own and I'd only be runnning from my problems or even worse, giving up. But on the other hand, if I do wallow for a while, may be I will get a grip at some point and actually DO something about the situations that CAN be helped. May be.
But then again, things might not be so bad. I had the nicest conversation with a friend I haven't spoken to in a very long time (let's call him Doritos). At times like these, you can't really help but make sense. This comes at the 2nd stage, where you are out of the shock and things are getting a little clearer to you. There may be no silver lining, but there is some light nonetheless. So when you suddenly start talking sense and sounding "profound", so to speak, people know something's wrong. They ask questions. Suddenly, everyone seems concerned. People you haven't heard from in years are asking you questions, saying they're sorry and giving you their best advice. It's kind of nice sometimes, as long as these "friends" don't interfere more than needed. The thought of someone even thinking of helping you through a rough patch, is nice. But this is the point, when your cynical self peeks out and wonders a little too loudly, whether it is concern or curiosity. But then, unless I hate the person so much that I want to claw their insides out, I would normally think it's the basic niceness that's in people. But then there are some friends like (let's call her Curry), who seem to go off on a tangent more easily than me. Curry is a good friend. She asks me what's wrong and I tell her. I don't know whether it's in hope of consolation or simply because I was asked. But I tell her nonetheless and she takes off about how she worries about things. What if her shit ends like mine! I mean, that's kind of rude now. I'm no one to judge, but things surely can't be worse in Curry's case? But hey, that's how people are. They suck, sometimes.
I was pondering the thought and I decided to share it with Doritos. And that's when we started discussing 9th grade literature that we both loved so much, that was taught to us by a man we respect more than any teacher. Actually, this is more of Philosophy. Remember Stoicism? Okay, for the ignorant, here's what it is in it's simplest explanation: In Julius Caesar, there is Anthony and there is Brutus. Anthony is what is known as an Epicurean. A man, who believes in living life to the fullest and that a fear of any supernatural power is only superstition, that diminishes his enjoyment of life. Nature runs the universe and therefore, man has free will and the sole responsibiliy of his actions.
An appealing thought, isn't it?
But then there is Brutus, a staunch Stoic. A man, who believes that the universe is controlled by God and humans are the only creatures with the power of reason. Therefore, reason is the ultimate link with the mind of God. Passion, is the biggest enemy of reason and rationality, being a hindrance to virute. And therefore, reason must dominate over passion.
Now, this is not the most convincing philosophy, simply because of its deterministic nature. But, its emphasis on reason and rationality is respectable. SO, the conclusion is that you need to strike balance. Be an Epicurean in your good times and a Stoic in your bad, and voila! You have a happy person! Because if you don't SEE the damn holes, you want to keep sailing the freakin' happy boat.
Cheers.
Written on 8/5/09
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The "Quarter-life crisis"
I turned twenty in August last year.
I don't usually make lists. I'm not that organised. I organise things a lot in my head and sometimes aloud, but I don't make lists. The thought of having what you want to or must do written down, scares me. Writing anything down means that it is there and you cannot pretend that it does not exist. You can shred it in to pieces or may be even burn it and let the ashes flow in to, and become one with the ocean. But if you have a conscience like mine, it won't let you forget. Once you write it down, it becomes immortal. In other words, you cannot procrastinate without feeling the occasional guilt pang. You can ofcourse make the choice to live with the occasional guilt ( I say 'occasional', because I presume you aren't THAT nice a person!). So, I don't make lists.
But 2 weeks before I turned twenty, I made a list. At the time, I was suffering from the illusion that turning twenty means I have to DO something. I didn't know what that something was, but it had to be done. I thought I would feel like crap if I do nothing. Making a list in itself, was a start for me when it came to the satisfaction of 'doing something I don't usually do'. So, on a friend's suggestion, I made a list of '20 things to do before I turn 20'. But as i think of this now, I began to question what it is about turning twenty that makes it such an important event, or even decade for that matter. Being twenty is really not such a nice thing. I mean, I love growing up and I'm not one of those people who always want to go 'back to their childhood'. I love the fact that I'm getting older, which hopefully translates to smarter, nicer, more experienced, more independent etc. But what is being twenty anyway? Here's what: (this is keeping in mind the following decade as well)
You are insecure. You feel the need (almost a compulsion) to organise your life and think about what you want to and should be doing. You start wondering where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start noticing things about yourself that you never did before, or at least chose to ignore.
You find yourself judging more that you used to. This applies to you and others. Suddenly, your extremely "chilled out" friend seems like an idiot who is doing nothing with his life and being happy about it. It seems atrocious to you that someone could care so less, even about themselves. You see what other people are doing, and if they happen to be the right kind of people you should be seeing, you start trying real hard not to feel like a failure.
If you have a job, you realise that it is not even close to what you should be doing, what you wanted to do. Or like me, if you are looking for a job, you realise that you need to start at the bottom and work your way up and that scares you shitless.
You start feeling that people, speaking quite generally, suck. They are selfish, mean and catty. You learn the hard way that the people you thought were the most important friends are actually not, and the ones you lost touch with are. But what you fail to realise is that, they're thinking the same things. They're not really selfish, mean or catty, but are simply as confused as you are.
You start feeling alone, scared and confused. Suddenly, change is your biggest enemy and you see yourself trying your very best to cling on to the past with dear life. You also see that you know it will slip away and you can't hold on to it much longer, but you try anyway.
All of a sudden, getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You want to settle down for good and get the sort of stability that you avoided all your life. That becomes top priority.
All of a sudden, all your past relationships seem silly and you find yourself looking for a life partner. Your "things I want in my partner" list (only a mental list if you're normal) changes radically.
You worry. A lot. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem
to make a decision. It's driving you mad. You want to flee from this cursed period and either become older or younger. You wish you could skip this decade of supreme decision-making necessities and either go back to your innocent childhood, or grow up and become a 30-something where you're already settled and hopefully have less to worry about.
But hey, no 20-something feeling this way is alone. We are all in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.
May be we should all just grab a beer and watch the sun set, while we still can.
EDIT > I never did finish doing all the 20 things from my '20 things to do before I turn 20' list. And I'm proud of me, because I don't feel like crap about it anymore :)
I don't usually make lists. I'm not that organised. I organise things a lot in my head and sometimes aloud, but I don't make lists. The thought of having what you want to or must do written down, scares me. Writing anything down means that it is there and you cannot pretend that it does not exist. You can shred it in to pieces or may be even burn it and let the ashes flow in to, and become one with the ocean. But if you have a conscience like mine, it won't let you forget. Once you write it down, it becomes immortal. In other words, you cannot procrastinate without feeling the occasional guilt pang. You can ofcourse make the choice to live with the occasional guilt ( I say 'occasional', because I presume you aren't THAT nice a person!). So, I don't make lists.
But 2 weeks before I turned twenty, I made a list. At the time, I was suffering from the illusion that turning twenty means I have to DO something. I didn't know what that something was, but it had to be done. I thought I would feel like crap if I do nothing. Making a list in itself, was a start for me when it came to the satisfaction of 'doing something I don't usually do'. So, on a friend's suggestion, I made a list of '20 things to do before I turn 20'. But as i think of this now, I began to question what it is about turning twenty that makes it such an important event, or even decade for that matter. Being twenty is really not such a nice thing. I mean, I love growing up and I'm not one of those people who always want to go 'back to their childhood'. I love the fact that I'm getting older, which hopefully translates to smarter, nicer, more experienced, more independent etc. But what is being twenty anyway? Here's what: (this is keeping in mind the following decade as well)
You are insecure. You feel the need (almost a compulsion) to organise your life and think about what you want to and should be doing. You start wondering where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start noticing things about yourself that you never did before, or at least chose to ignore.
You find yourself judging more that you used to. This applies to you and others. Suddenly, your extremely "chilled out" friend seems like an idiot who is doing nothing with his life and being happy about it. It seems atrocious to you that someone could care so less, even about themselves. You see what other people are doing, and if they happen to be the right kind of people you should be seeing, you start trying real hard not to feel like a failure.
If you have a job, you realise that it is not even close to what you should be doing, what you wanted to do. Or like me, if you are looking for a job, you realise that you need to start at the bottom and work your way up and that scares you shitless.
You start feeling that people, speaking quite generally, suck. They are selfish, mean and catty. You learn the hard way that the people you thought were the most important friends are actually not, and the ones you lost touch with are. But what you fail to realise is that, they're thinking the same things. They're not really selfish, mean or catty, but are simply as confused as you are.
You start feeling alone, scared and confused. Suddenly, change is your biggest enemy and you see yourself trying your very best to cling on to the past with dear life. You also see that you know it will slip away and you can't hold on to it much longer, but you try anyway.
All of a sudden, getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You want to settle down for good and get the sort of stability that you avoided all your life. That becomes top priority.
All of a sudden, all your past relationships seem silly and you find yourself looking for a life partner. Your "things I want in my partner" list (only a mental list if you're normal) changes radically.
You worry. A lot. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem
to make a decision. It's driving you mad. You want to flee from this cursed period and either become older or younger. You wish you could skip this decade of supreme decision-making necessities and either go back to your innocent childhood, or grow up and become a 30-something where you're already settled and hopefully have less to worry about.
But hey, no 20-something feeling this way is alone. We are all in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.
May be we should all just grab a beer and watch the sun set, while we still can.
EDIT > I never did finish doing all the 20 things from my '20 things to do before I turn 20' list. And I'm proud of me, because I don't feel like crap about it anymore :)
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Anew?
A recent revelation has made me write again. For how long this will last, I'm not sure of. But I do know that it's the mark of a new beginning.
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Today what woke me up was a familiar sound,
not of chattering in the other room, of laughter
or of doors banging shut.
No, today the air is warm, the clouds are heavy.
Something is amiss.
Ah, it is the sunlight that pours in through the dirty windows,
On to our bare skin, bare backs.
This morose morning has been long due,
But darling, it’s just that I hadn’t a clue.
As I stood out on the balcony, I realised this was yet another first for me.
For the first time, I felt the sky was shedding a tear,
Like my mother often said.
I felt the stars were tumbling down.
I felt wrong seem right.
I felt my breath evaporate through the tips of my fingers, between my nails.
They escaped up high towards the dark day sky.
And i touched all the spots where i had been burned on my body from your fingers.
It was so quiet outside but so loud in my head,
And i thought i saw shadows moving like animals in the forest at night, but it was just the sound of
the wind brushing against trees
just like the ruffle in my heart,
and the bones that suddenly seemed so heavy in my chest.
I take one last leap and forget to think,
I don’t want to.
I’m tripping and falling through,
and I can’t see the bottom.
I don’t want to.
As I leave the safety of life,
I cry up at the angry sky and showers akin:
“This rain is not soft enough for my fragile skin.”
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Today what woke me up was a familiar sound,
not of chattering in the other room, of laughter
or of doors banging shut.
No, today the air is warm, the clouds are heavy.
Something is amiss.
Ah, it is the sunlight that pours in through the dirty windows,
On to our bare skin, bare backs.
This morose morning has been long due,
But darling, it’s just that I hadn’t a clue.
As I stood out on the balcony, I realised this was yet another first for me.
For the first time, I felt the sky was shedding a tear,
Like my mother often said.
I felt the stars were tumbling down.
I felt wrong seem right.
I felt my breath evaporate through the tips of my fingers, between my nails.
They escaped up high towards the dark day sky.
And i touched all the spots where i had been burned on my body from your fingers.
It was so quiet outside but so loud in my head,
And i thought i saw shadows moving like animals in the forest at night, but it was just the sound of
the wind brushing against trees
just like the ruffle in my heart,
and the bones that suddenly seemed so heavy in my chest.
I take one last leap and forget to think,
I don’t want to.
I’m tripping and falling through,
and I can’t see the bottom.
I don’t want to.
As I leave the safety of life,
I cry up at the angry sky and showers akin:
“This rain is not soft enough for my fragile skin.”
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Writing backlog
The steel that has sliced through your veins pierces deeper,
as the veil covering your wounds grows thicker.
Let the veil slide away my friend,
let the wounds fade this day.
As I witness this dreaded day,
the beauty in your fearing eyes makes me say:
Let the veil slide away my friend,
let the wounds heal this day.
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Silence - a strangled
telephone has forgotten
to ring.
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My wandering mind rests in your eyes,
trying in vain to understand.
One brief second, and it goes insane.
The thoughts are lost in all its vastness.
They have no connection and make no sense, but
they are plenty.
Plenty enough to keep me going, through all this madness.
The portal between the mind and eyes
is now but a thin line, as vague as it is unseen.
The mind is unaware of what the eyes convey.
The eyes fail to convey the message in yours.
I wish to tell you that it's me and not you,
but my being fails to comprehend.
All that is said now is nothing.
And again,
I let it be, for there really is nothing to say.
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This , as the title suggests, is old stuff. Stuff that adorn the pages of my notebooks randomly (mostly written in a slant, I have no idea why). I haven't written much in a while. And I don’t date my work anymore, coz being reminded of how long it’s been since I last wrote is depressing.
as the veil covering your wounds grows thicker.
Let the veil slide away my friend,
let the wounds fade this day.
As I witness this dreaded day,
the beauty in your fearing eyes makes me say:
Let the veil slide away my friend,
let the wounds heal this day.
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Silence - a strangled
telephone has forgotten
to ring.
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My wandering mind rests in your eyes,
trying in vain to understand.
One brief second, and it goes insane.
The thoughts are lost in all its vastness.
They have no connection and make no sense, but
they are plenty.
Plenty enough to keep me going, through all this madness.
The portal between the mind and eyes
is now but a thin line, as vague as it is unseen.
The mind is unaware of what the eyes convey.
The eyes fail to convey the message in yours.
I wish to tell you that it's me and not you,
but my being fails to comprehend.
All that is said now is nothing.
And again,
I let it be, for there really is nothing to say.
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This , as the title suggests, is old stuff. Stuff that adorn the pages of my notebooks randomly (mostly written in a slant, I have no idea why). I haven't written much in a while. And I don’t date my work anymore, coz being reminded of how long it’s been since I last wrote is depressing.
I have to make a collection of a kind of writing (poetry, short stories, screenplays, photo essays, anything) for the end of this semester. And I just can't decide which one to pick! Any suggestions?
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