June 2010
“Nothing was going to be ordinary again, and both of them knew it. You could patch up whatever was broken, but if you were the one who had fixed it, you’d always know in your heart where the fault lines lay.”
—Jodi Picoult (via quote-book)
“I want to seize fate by the throat.”
—Ludwig van Beethoven (via painterpiperprisoner) (via quote-book)
“I like a lot of things that aren’t good for me.”
—Carrie Jones (via thresca) (via quote-book)
“You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’”
—Eleanor Roosevelt (via quote-book)
“Your men love you, if i knew nothing else about you that would be enough.”
—A Knights Tale (via quote-book)
“There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.”
—The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger (via somethingaboutchristina) (via quote-book)
“Everyone is lonely, we have to remember that life is to be lived one day at a time. You cannot worry about the past or future. Happiness is in the now.”
—Claudia Gray (via thresca) (via quote-book)
“In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure.”
—Bill Cosby (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face, they don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”
—Waitress (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
“When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? Life moves very fast. It rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.”
—Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes (via quote-book)
If everyone did their jobs properly, I wouldn't have to do mine.
My stress level has shot off the roof. Fantastic.
"she said i feel stranded, and i can't tell anymore if i'm coming or i'm going."
keep looping Santana tracks. i feel like i’m suspended in time. sigh. fuck my dates, i’m going to lie in bed all day till drinks at night! and then i will get smashed three nights in a row, and agonize over my assignments and deadlines and event and tests on sunday.
sounds like a plan?
you bet.
“My work, my hope, my love, my courage, all these things keep my head above water and keep me from complaining.”
—Anne Frank (via notmichaela) (via quote-book)
Self in 1958
by Anne Sexton
What is reality?
I am a plaster doll; I pose
with eyes that cut open without landfall or nightfall
upon some shellacked and grinning person,
eyes that open, blue, steel, and close.
Am I approximately an I. Magnin transplant?
I have hair, black angel,
black angel-stuffing to comb,
nylon legs, luminous arms
and some advertised clothes.
I live in a doll’s house
with four chairs,
a counterfeit table, a flat roof
and a big front door.
Many have come to such a small crossroad.
There is an iron bed,
(Life enlarges, life takes aim)
a cardboard floor,
windows that flash open on someone’s city,
and little more.
Someone plays with me,
plants me in the all-electric kitchen,
Is this what Mrs. Rombauer said?
Someone pretends with me –
I am walled in solid by their noise –
or puts me upon their straight bed.
They think I am me!
Their warmth? Their warmth is not a friend!
They pry my mouth for their cups of gin
and their stale bread.
What is reality
to this synthetic doll
who should smile, who should shift gears,
should spring the doors open in a wholesome disorder,
and have no evidence of ruin or fears?
But I would cry,
rooted into the wall that
was once my mother,
if I could remember how
and if I had the tears.
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.”
—Anatole France (via weallseekthetruth) (via quote-book)
Thank God It's Friday
i have forgotten my terrible tolerance towards cheap alcohol! ;(
stayed over at SS15 last night, ‘cos it was Mindy’s 19th. was supposed to work on PR Case Study and get started on my research paper, but after class we dropped by Subang Parade and then Sunway Pyramid. had BKT for dinner (*orgasmic*), and then headed over to KK Mart.
(all of us said no to clubbing because … of all the shit we’ve got in our blood system HAHA, in case of a raid. no seriously.)
started drinking and smoking Js at about 1AM. the high is incomparable, being drunk and stoned at the same time. it was a great night ;) i remember laughing with bobby for about fifteen minutes at the bong. we were just. laughing. at the bong. yeah don’t ask. i was so gone though! embarrassing, especially since i’m supposed to be the alcoholic.
SORRY! i don’t digest cheap liquor well! ;(
it’s not a lame excuse. ;(
B1 stuck right by my side the whole, entire night. i woke up with him lying down next to me.
…
oh my god the hangover. all of us skipped our 10AM class, but i had no choice but to go chair one last event meeting at 12PM. rushed back to their place to finish up research, which btw turned out very shitty. i’m slacking this semester ;( bye 4.0.
it’s friday night!
am going to break my three-weeks no-clubbing dry spell.
hopefully no raids.
… or you know what, maybe i’ll fuck that. the risk is too big. i’m gonna make other plans. football tonight?
:)
“If you are sad, ask yourself why you are sad. Then pick up the phone and call someone and tell him or her the answer to the question. If you don’t know anyone, call the operator and tell him or her. Most people don’t know that the operator has to listen, it is a law. Also, the postman is not allowed to go inside your house, but you can talk to him on public property for up to four minutes or until he wants to go, whichever comes first.”
—No One Belongs Here More Than You, Miranda July (via julie911) (via quote-book)
I only want what I can't have. And frankly, I've had you.
so really, stop kidding yourself. who are you lying to? it wasn’t all that awesome the first time around. or the second. neither was the third. run along now, Pussy. i’ve downgraded your nickname from a pseudo-cool Malaysian car to … a cowardly vagina. does that not explain itself? all that talk about telling things to your face, and wanting to meet up right NOW … pfft. when push comes to shove, you proved that you’re nothing more than just a pretty face with ugly tattoos. stop messing with the wrong people.
go ahead and be proud of being my leftovers.
it’s the only thing you’ve got going.
:)
23 More Minutes ...
till V picks me up for our date. god, why did i even agree to this? it seems almost cruel. he’s waited four years. and i am just truly not interested.
in fact, come to think of it:
i’m not interested in the rest of them.
at all.
…
“I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais. And there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it.”
—
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via fuckyeahnabokov, neonmedusa) (via tigersmilk)
(via earlyfrost)
today, i am going to do something really fucking stupid. woohoo.
Plastiscines - I Am Down
“i’ve never really understood why it was me, why it was you.” neither have i. we looked good together. i’ve been thinking about you, the past few days. maybe it’s the tequila speaking, but … yeah. the odd thing is, i’ve stayed friends with all my ex-es. in fact, ozeir and me were really close for a while back then. but i can’t imagine being with you that way. i can’t imagine meeting you up for dinner and telling you all about my latest boy escapades, or college woes; likewise, listening to you talk about the girls you’ve slept with, or family problems. i can’t imagine sitting next to you in a movie and not hold hands. i can’t imagine clubbing or getting drunk with you, as a good friend or not.
it’s all or nothing, and i guess we’ve made our choices.
and yet.
i’m going to have troubles sleeping tonight.
…
“Does she love you better than I can?”
—Dancing On My Own by Robyn (via lyricallysomething)
What Do You Want From Me?
today,
a friend asked me about stonerboy. wow. honestly, what can i say? i’m allergic to Clingy People. i did issue prior warnings, note the plural. the right thing to do would be to say i’m sorry … but fuck, who am i kidding? i’m not.
in fact, i’m not sorry about all the others.
what’s there to be sorry about?
wow, God, listen to myself.
the last one has effectively ruined me for other guys. that’s what i am, you know: ruined. dispassionate. absolutely stone cold. if i was cautious with trust before, i am now fully-armored and surrounded by monstrously-sized walls.
the bitch is back.
full force.
…
“Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. Your really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.”
—Lucille Ball (via thresca) (via quote-book)
