“There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.”
Sir Francis Bacon, Of Beauty
Because I have no idea what to write about but I still want to upload my blog, I looked into my Make A Wish box of treasures, and found this [very lonely - gimme more please] request:
Have you ever fallen in love with another girl? If yes, could you write about it please? – “M”
To answer your question M, no I have never fallen in love with another girl. Sorry for being so boring, but even though I’m a total tomboy, I am 100% heterosexual and attracted to the male of the species, even the undeserving and disgusting kind, unfortunately.
However, like most females, I am not afraid to appreciate the beauty of other females. This is rarer in males – the only straight guy I know who can talk about how good-looking another guy is is my brother… he’s special.
So here it is – it had to come sooner or later – my list of girl-crushes.
When a young boy and his family don’t come one year to their holiday home, their household appliances… think their master might be in trouble. They decided that rather than stay where they are, they’ll try to find them. So beings a dangerous and amusing adventure through the countryside and into the big city. Written by Cynan Rees {cynanrees@hotmail.com}
If you do, good. You know what I’m going to be talking about. If you don’t, now you know.
Anyway, I blame this movie especially for my unhealthy empathy towards inanimate objects.
For example, I crack a mug. Most people would feel pretty bad for being so clumsy, but sometimes – not as frequent as it used to be, mind you – I actually feel sorry for the mug. I mourn over its loss of purpose in the world, and the part I played in its death… Then I quickly get over it, because one should only allow a modest number of moments of insanity in one’s life.
[This is why I don't name my belongings. A lot of people name their gadgets/musical instruments/etc., and I do none of that, it only makes me worse. I tried giving my violin a name once upon a time but it didn't work out. So basically we're all no-name slobs now.]
“All we want to do is eat your brains
We’re not unreasonable; I mean, no-one’s gonna eat your eyes”
- Jonathan Coulton’s Re: Your Brains
A sad reality of our times is how indifferent we’ve grown towards each other. Yes, we all have an opinion on the lifestyles of the rich and the famous, but you’ll be hard-pressed to find someone who cares about your run-of-the-mill Juan.
We hardly ever try to connect with people outside of our social circles. Forget making eye contact or wishing someone a good day. We don’t do that. And when we do… okay, let me tell you about what happened to me yesterday.
See, I was in a pretty good mood because I just came from church [and post-church lunch], and I’m almost always in a good mood after church [and post-church lunch]. Plus, I just bought a CD and was in the process of buying myself a book, so if you were playing the Sims [2 - am in the process of getting myself Sims 3 hwahaha], my aspiration level would be platinum.
Anyway, so there I was, in line at the cashier at this second-hand bookstore, when I feel the man in front of me looking at me. So I look at him in the eye, and he smiles at me and I smile back. And I think, “Wow, this world isn’t so bad if strangers still smile at each other.”
- Joshua Radin, The Fear You Won’t Fall [But it's not like anyone can call me, due to my phoneless state.]
Yes, I know I’m such a loser for not updating this thing more often. But even though I think most of my readers have up and gone and forgotten about this blog – and I won’t hold it against them because in the real world that’s what happens when blogs are seemingly abandoned – I shall pick up where I left off.
So, UPDATES.
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Bring on the FAQ’s!
[Translation: if you're reading this please don't ask me these questions because I've been having this conversation about five hundred times already.]
“The durian is a very Asian, non-individualistic experience. When you eat it, everyone around gets a little taste… whether they like it or not. BWAHAHAHA.”
- Kuya Phil, American and durian connoisseur
defending his right to eat durian in the van
Can I say that again? I’m alive!
I’m in Malaysia right now to bum around in a more exotic location help out at this conference my parents are attending, and at the moment enjoying the free wifi at our swanky hotel’s lobby. I’m pretty much settled here in my little corner, but just a few hours ago, I was on…
THE SCARIEST FLIGHT I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY TWENTY-ONE YEARS!!!!![Exclamation marks, capitalized & bolded letters needed to stress this point. Anticipate more of these. Bear with me.]
Last week, I made the unpleasant discovery that the person I had deemed worthy of my bad poetry and daydreaming was, in fact… not.
See people, I have a disease.
I have pedestalectasis. When I find someone… interesting, I have the tendency to fling them up on a pedestal and idolize idealize all their good qualities while pretending that the bad qualities aren’t really all that bad… these flaws only make them three-dimensional. Then I find someone from film or literature to associate them to, so everything I don’t know or understand about this person is filled in and explained by their fictional counterpart’s traits and background stories. So you can imagine what a mess I end up with when everything falls into shambles.
Eventually, [sometimes thankfully] I get a wakeup call.
Usually, it comes in the form of another girl on his arm [nuuuuuu!]. But in this case, it was… an unresolvable, intolerable clash of opinions. Taste is relative. I get that. Good and bad taste is not, but it’s tolerable. Then there’s right and wrong taste, which is on a whole different level altogether.
Illustration:
Bad taste is tolerable: “So… you like Gokey… *insert abrupt topic change here*”
Wrong taste is wrong: “You’re a Nazi? Have a nice life.”
– “M”
See, I was in a pretty good mood because I just came from church 
