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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

My Postcard of Memories

I’m back from nerve-racking meeting and am now sitting in my office desk, overlooking the swimming pool below while trying to tidy up my Facebook page. I’ve been meaning to upload pictures from last year’s hols but just haven’t found the right mood until this morning. And lately, I also haven’t been using my camera much and think that’s just an excuse to get that DSLR that I’ve been eyeing on. Curb your expenses, D! That’s what I’ve been telling myself lately. We’ll see how long I can behave this time.

It’s that time of the year again, where scenes, events and smells from the past months come flashing back in slow-motion while I try to figure out what I’ve done with my life last year. Not much, but enough to make me grin, cringe, wince, smile, shiver and laugh when I remember those events that make up my life last year. I didn’t travel anywhere far except a short trip to Bali. My dad was hospitalized several times, one almost costing him his life had my sister not brought him to the hospital in time, but he is in a lot better condition now. I have several new projects at work and met some inspiring people.

So, it hasn’t been a bad year, it’s been colorful and interesting with all its quirks here and there. And to quote one of my favorite sayings, they say that no matter how thin you slice it, there’s always two sides of everything. You just have to choose which side you want to stick to. I choose the happy side.

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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The Cover-Up

From an interview with Charlize Theron:

“Stuart made me softer,” Theron coos. “He was one of the few guys who wasn’t afraid of me. What he saw was not toughness but vulnerability. I am massively vulnerable, and for so long I just worked hard to cover that up. Stuart wasn’t scared to confront that. He is the one man who never worries about kicking me up the backside.”

I’m yet to find my Stuart.

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Friday, June 06, 2008

La Dolce Vita, a life we wish to have

Today i feel like i get to get my batteries re-charged. This past week, I had been through so much things because of my relationship’s issue right from the start. Of course I felt sad but i mostly felt glad that it was over and i could begin to move on. Life goes on and we are only here for a blip, and that blip is an amazing ride. I’m doing alright in spite of the adversities. I’m finding comfort.

After having a think about my last relationship I decided I should be grateful. Ok at the time when that happened all I could see was the crap. I should be happy that i met my Dad the other week. He has been shivering in pain again, this always gets me really down. He doesn't tell anyone when it happens, it happened in the past and he recovered. But even though we all know that the cancer is taking over his health again, he gets even stronger mentally.

If we never had some really awful stuff happen, how would we ever learn, grow, savor, appreciate, and KNOW something with a certainty? I'm blessed to go through the tough things, too.

It feels sweet to me to know that anytime i need to reach out and talk to someone, i know i have certain people always in my life who will listen to me and welcome me in anytime.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Love and Other Disasters

Quote:

[Therapist] I think you are stuck in the pre-relationship moment of infatuation, and you need to be reminded that a real relationship has many, many, many more stages.

[Peter] Stages. I like that.

[Therapist] Relationships are best measured by farting.

[Peter] Excuse me?

[Therapist] The stages of the relationships can be defined by farting.

Stage 1 is the conspiracy of silence.
This is a fantasy period where both parties pretend that they have no bodily waste. This illusion is very quickly shattered by that first shy, "Ooh, did you fart?" followed by the sheepish admission of truth.

This heralds a period of deeper intimacy; a period I'd like to call the "fart honeymoon" where both parties find each other's gas just the cutest thing in the world. Ha ha ha!

But of course, no honeymoon can last forever. And so we reach the critical fork in the fart. Either the fart loses its power to amuse and embarrass, thereby signifying true love or else it begins to annoy and disgust, thereby symbolizing all that is blocked and rancid in the formerly beloved.

Do you see what I'm getting at?

[Peter] *speechless*

[Therapist] Peter? Peter? Earth to Peter!

* Moral of the quote: Relationships sound icky and smell poo.

I think Love and Other Disasters is an okay-ish film to watch. With its feel-good storyline and enough amount of cheesiness, it surely works for me as a companion after dinner, when I just wanted to curl up with a hot cup of coffee in one cold evening.
I'd give it 6 out of 10.

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Friday, April 11, 2008

I'm home again!

I’ve lost the mood to write. Ironic, considering the fact that I have plenty of spare time for the last 2 months. But yes, I just haven’t had the appetite since I moved to J town. Don’t ask me why because I don’t know. All I can say is that I'm happier now. And today, I decided to start writing again, to share all my blurted thoughts, to let everyone know that I'm glad I'm still able to find happiness in simple silly little things.

It’s Friday already. I’m much more relaxed today and am looking forward to seeing that one person I hold dear in my heart. Have a great weekend, everyone, You shall see me again next week!

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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Just a Little

This just might hurt a little
Love hurts sometimes when you do it right
Don’t be afraid of a little bit of pain
Pleasure is on the other side…

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Monday, September 10, 2007

You Who Never Arrived

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs would please you.
I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment.
All the immense images in me- the far-off,
deeply-felt landscape, cities, towers, and bridges,
and unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean you,
who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing.
An open window in a country house-,
and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening…

–Rainer Maria Rilke

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Jakarta - Indonesia

I wanna meet people who inspire those around them with their posture alone but break hearts when they dance, people who are brave and sincere, people who know of other languages and cultures and are willing to share their knowledge with me, old books and photographs, music that I have to fall into....

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