Currently Reading

One Time magazine after another. Catching up on lost time, if that is ever possible.
A magazine that is obviously pro-democrats and its news content insanely skewed to be American. Even the Asian issue that writes about South Korea is catered for the American perspective. Can we have a more international news magazine please?



Two times reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close later, I am still in love. The book is currently in Cheryl Saw's possession. I hope she doesn't spoil it -.-

Charlotte Gainsbourg

Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short, wear shirts and boots, because it's OK to be a boy.
But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading, because you think that being a girl is degrading.

Friends

Oh god, I miss this.

Heavy boots

How do you ever tell someone you love that you love them?

Relationships are so fragile.
Feelings are so fragile.
People are so fragile.

How do you say goodbye?
We never know when the last time is the last time. At least never at times when we need to. We don't realise that we should never let her leave, knowing the last words she heard from your lips were filled with anger. We don't realise the last time we say goodbye, would be the last goodbye. To never meet again. In the hearts of our hearts, a foolish voice tells us we are the keeper of time, and we will have other nights.
Foolish.

Why do we hurt each other?
How could you. When others are searching high and low for love, some living their very last breath without having known it. How could you forsake that beauty for such evil that does not matter. We have no need for regrets, we have no need for sad tears. What we have today, will not always be today. Every second, something is changing. This universe is ever expanding. Every second, something is dying. A laughter, a baby, a memory, a moment. If we took all the hurt in this world, it would drown the Pacific Ocean.
Why do we hurt each other?


To not cherish every moment we're living. To not live each breath with the knowledge that it could be our last.
To not apologise soon enough. Forgive even faster. To not love hard enough, to ever hate another.
For letting anger have a part in our relationships. For not telling her how beautiful she looks every morning.

How have I been able to live 22 years without realising this?

There is never a blank book long enough, or time for forever. Later will always be later. Just now just passed. There is only now. And now. And now.

It's always necessary.

Excerpt #1

I thought about my small victories and everything I'd seen destroyed.

I'd lost the only person I could have spent my life with.

I've experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough? The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering. What a mess I am, I thought. What a fool. How foolish and narrow, how pinched and pathetic, how helpless.

Currently Reading

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Johnathan Safran Foer.
Two thirds of the book later, I can only scream that this book is amazing. A.MA.ZING. Definitely going to reread the book the moment I finish it.


Paused reading: The Blind Watchmaker by Richard Dawkins and The Grand Design by Stephen Hawking.
Note #1 - Maybe people with last names "-awkin" end up being great science philosopher kinds.
Note #2 - I'll definitely get back to both of these books, just got a little side tracked when a package from Amazon arrived.


Thank you so much Phui Leng. I'm in love with this book.

Currently Reading

The Blind Watchmaker by Richard Dawkins.
Am I going to regret taking on such a tough read when I'm probably gonna be pressed for time in the next few days? Definitely.
Is that going to stop me? Not at all.
Wonder how many years it'd take for me to finish it anyway... Here goes nothing eh.


Finished reading: The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger.
I don't understand why this book is so famous. Maybe if I read it when I was a teenager myself, I'd feel differently. Or maybe if I read it when I'm much older with a different kind of maturity. Right now, the protagonist of this book just appears to be a whiny loser with psychiatric disorders.
Youth in revolt? I guess so.

Currently Reading

The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger



Finished reading: Under the Dome by Stephen King
Amazing book from start to finish. Pedal to the metal all the way through. And sum'in sum'in to think about, eh?

Ode to Mae

You Think Trying To Be The Perfect Lover Is Hard? Try Being The Perfect Ex-Lover.

I mean, c’mon, you’d have to maintain that delicate dynamic of being nice, stay a friend, see/treat this person like everybody else. But hell, this person is not everybody else and will never be. Imagine, you’d have to play nice while you knew this person inside out, at the streets, in the sheets, the beauty, the ugly, the love, the kisses, the hugs, the touch and the honeysuckle sweet whisperings, that came so close to your ears, you almost came.

So yes, if you think trying to be the perfect lover is hard, try being an ex-lover.

Hell yeah.

Currently Reading

Under the Dome by Stephen King.

Stopped reading: We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver.