I decided long ago Never to walk in anyone’s shadow. If I fail, if I...– Whitney Houston, Greatest Love Of All. Alternatively titled, What I Sing To Annoy Anon (complete with interpretative dance).
Don’t fret. Your day will come. I know you will be a big writer,...– José
Me: Why do they hunt during the night? Stupid, of course stuff comes after them. I'd hunt during the day.
Anon: Of course you would.
Me: No, it'd be cool! I'd be the hunter who walked in daylight. They'd call me the Daywalker.
Anon: More like the Nightchicken.
Day 29: Episode You Hate That Everyone Else Loves
That’s easy. I don’t hate it, but I really do think it’s overrated.
Me: What if I never properly fall in love with anyone ever again?
Anon: Well, I'm determined to change that.
As my Malay improves (albeit slowly) my sentence structure, too, is changing. It’s still in its awkward stage, but I feel pretty good about it. Coupled with all the things I’ve learned this year, I feel like the new nuances have potential. Let’s hope so. And I think I’m becoming more familiar with rules. This optimism is heartening: it’s nice to feel so light, and I’m grateful when I do. Right...
And so it begins. I have no idea how to fill up my days from now until the 31st of January next year. I can’t believe it’s only been two and a half months. It feels like so much longer.
Some chaps who participated in the Bersih rally are upset that they saw people...– José
Anyone who thought Darth Vader was scary clearly has never heard of Ommadon.
No Joss? No Buffy. Full fucking stop.
Weirdest thing ever. Of my three tattoos, I’ve always had a bit of a beef with my second one – five bats on my lower left back. Wondering things like, are they done badly? Should I have gotten them somewhere else? Should I have made them more like the Batman symbol, or perhaps more fluid and in motion then they are now? They strike an uncomfortable middle ground between bats in flight, and...
Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your...– Lawrence Krauss, A Universe From Nothing
THIS. Fuck yeah!
I am scared that I am turning into the people who have hurt me most. And I’m amused – in a sullen drunken manner – at how these stupid people in love think their stories matter. Like hell. Nobody cares how you met, it’s dust that’s just going to get swept away. Inconsequential. It’s a series of stupid random factors that lined up so you met your stupid lover and found...
I think the reason why (although I understand and love Batman) my loyalties lie with Superman is because of his approach to things. Sure, he’s shown instances of pettiness and selfishness, of being flawed – but isn’t he primarily driven by nobility and altruism instead of a more primal need for justice born of thirst for vengeance the way Batman is? Superman, however, is different....
What would you do if you weren’t afraid?
Day 28: Character You Love To Hate
How is this different from least favorite male or female character? Ngeh. I assume this means, like, a baddie that you kind of love for being so evil.
“Music that doesn’t move you. Couples who aren’t in love. Drugs losing their intensity, happiness losing its meaning. The starving children all over the world, in countries you haven’t heard of, in cities you’ll never see,” he traces outlines in the air with a fingertip, describing the contours of notes, the heavy shape of love, the sharp cracks of ribs. “The poetry of pain, the scabs we itch and...
Superman didn’t become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes...– Bill, Kill Bill Vol. 2
Seven years later and people still remember. “He made us believe that a man could fly, and all men could walk.”
My 21st birthday was the best one I’ve ever had. Thank you to everyone who had a hand in making it great. Especially Anon, who treated it like general elections, or something. From the wonderfully thoughtful present to the amazing dinner (complete with champagne) and fantastic surprise. So many wonderful experiences this year, it has flown by. I am so grateful. I love you, Squish. Thank...
Me: Wish I could age faster.
TZF: Be careful what you wish.
Me: Really. It's somewhat distressing to look back and see what an idiot I was at 18, 19. And I thought I was so clever. Pfft.
TZF: Ah well. Growing is fun.
Me: Growing is interminable. Is there ever an age you reach where you look back and are just the same as last year?
TZF: Nope. Never. Hope that day never comes.
Me: Then how do you not cringe over past pretensions or silliness?
TZF: Eyes are pointed forward for a reason.
Me: True. But not so easy.
TZF: Nothing is easy unless it's not important.
Me: How'd you get so smart? Tequila?
TZF: Who says I'm smart?
Me: Well, I do. And I'm 21, which means I know everything,
TZF: Then I must be.
I am talking to myself. “Self,” I am saying. “Grow the hell up.” I tell myself that I am being very silly and troubling trouble (as I always have done). And then I remind myself that aal izz well now, so why fret? Then I remind me, you can’t be that reductionist. So I give myself the middle finger, and go to bed. Beaten.
I wonder how many people are going to quit their jobs thanks to, well, Steve Jobs and his Stanford (cry) commencement address which is making the rounds once again. I wonder why his death is so widely-discussed. Could it just be the fear of mortality hitting all of us at the same time? No, that makes no sense. The death of a cultural icon. I see a paper in that, somewhere. The Budget is being...
Remember; you must always enjoy your work!– Citizen Nades – you can keep your Apple CEOs, this man is my hero. If one day I am even half as badass, I will die a happy woman. In fact, I was reading a statement of purpose I’d written during the time I was applying for graduate school. In it, I ranked this man #1 when listing...
Once upon a time, a sea bird fell in love with a man. A common happening, save that this was no ordinary sea bird. This sea bird was a woman who was a sea bird.
I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.– Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
I shall have KFC for lunch.
The punishment for not pursuing the woman you love is to let her be pursued by...– 张永慧
A pint of cherry beer, potato skins with cheesy pork stuffing and fish and chips. It’s so good, I even ate the salad. I’m not even sure if it’s the food, although I do adore hot fleshy white chunks of fish which fall apart beautifully in your mouth. It’s just the atmosphere, in a very vaguely perfect way. After wasting at least half an hour here, I shall go search for soft...