Question: So what is love to you? Paul: Err, I met Robin when we were in 6th grade and we've been together ever since. Technically, the girl of my dreams would have a really bodacious rack, and she would be more err into sports. But Robin's better than the girl of my dreams. She's real. //Paul; (500) days of summer
I finally got to watch (500) days of summer and it was quite simply amazing. I would have liked it better if some parts of the movie were tighter, but oh the love of joseph and zooey combined is pretty unstoppable. it's also a pretty strange show, cos it ended off kind of happy still, but when the credits rolled, I really really felt like crying. so it's that kind of movie haha, where you're not sure whether the directors wanted you to smile or cry.
but there were definitely parts I could identify with (the Ikea shopping! and the Chinese family staring!) and parts that made my heart ache (where JGL tries so hard to get zooey to smile but she's so distant and unable to tell him why). and this whole thing about finding THE ONE started off a rather nonsensical debate with Jojo about how we can tell when we meet THE ONE! haha, he doesn't come with trumpets and lights and big shining hearts so how do we know? but the saddest thing that Jojo said is sometimes you may meet THE ONE but it doesn't work out so you move on to someone else. but in your heart, you know you've missed the one person who was the lock to your key, the banana to your pancakes, the soul to your mate. Is that true? Or does not being able to not being able to work it out mean that the person wasn't really the One? in truth then, the saddest thing is not that you loved someone and he didn't love you back. it would be that you both loved each other, and yet weren't able to work things out.
crying is not a sign of weakness, it shows that you still feel. because the worst thing you can do to a person is not to hate him, but to be indifferent. right now, I can't do much, but I'm here for you if you need me. alrightttts, back to the awful backlog. bloody accounting for freaking bonds! grrrr I'm really not into bonds, shares, stocks, equity whatever kawabunga name you give it! haha, investment is really not my cup of tea! I'd rather be knitting in London with dinochua lah.
"Women are like teabags, you never know how strong they are until they are put in hot water."
//Eleanor Roosevelt
it's like having two hands wrapped around a railing, hanging off the edge of a building, knowing that your grip is going to slip sooner or later, but holding on for dear life because letting go means crashing into the ground, means opening yourself to a world of pain. I'm not going to lie. it's hard. it's so damn hard. to wake up every morning and have the pain rush in, to be waiting the whole day for the right moment and getting a short reply, to be going home on the mrt on fridays when the whole world is with someone else, to remember that I'm not the only one having a hard time. to want to care but not know how to do it, to want to encourage but have it come out the wrong way, to be faced with the truth that I may not be mature enough to handle all this grown up stuff.
God can help us overcome. I know that. it's just sometimes, sometimes I need to let off my steam too.
if it's true that missing somebody is not counting the hours/days/weeks since you last met or talked but thinking of what you'll want to do with them if they were here with you right now, then I have a dozen in my head. all patient and lined up and waiting their turn.
but right now, what I need is not important and I'm trying so damn hard not to take it personally. I can do it, I know. it's just two weeks of compressing stuff into myself and not having or wanting to talk to anyone about it. so don't flinch. I just need to write it down to release myself from the burden of carrying all this nonsense around. this won't last forever. I need to focus on something else to take the edge off this.
“The return of solitude was not quite as Dina expected it to be. These many years I made a virtue of inescapable reality, she thought, calling it peace and quiet. Still, how was it possible to feel lonely again after living alone most of her life? Didn’t the heart and mind learn anything? Could one year do so much damage to her resilience?”
//Rohinton Mistry; A Fine Balance
last night I was in the hall when it sounded as if my phone was ringing. I ran, I really did all the way from the kitchen to the study room only to hear it stop. so I checked my phone and realised it wasn't my phone at all. my two silly sisters were playing with the singing elephant and it just sounded like my phone. so I went back to the table to continue my mugging. and then it struck me, I keep waiting for a phone call or an sms these days. my whole day is built around it.
and slowly, I'm starting to realise that I can wait the whole day and it's not gonna come at all.
4 October 2009
;01:57ACCOUNTING IS DRIVING ME NUTS! WHY ARE THERE SO MANY WAYS OF CALCULATING THE SAME THING! WHY DO ALL THE DIFFERENT FINANCIAL STATEMENTS USE DIFFERENT TERMS?! HOW COME MY ANSWERS DON'T TALLY WITH MY GROUP-MATES?! HOW COME JOJO'S NOTES DON'T HAVE THE ANSWERS SO CAN JUST COPY :( HOW COME THE TEXTBOOK DON'T HAVE THE METHOD TO CALCULATE CASH CONVERSION CYCLE? HOW COME WE DON'T LEARN CCC STILL MUST PRESENT ON IT! HOW COME THE RECEIVABLES TOPIC SO WEIRD AND HARD?! HOW COME LAW STUDENTS MUST TAKE ACCOUNTING IN SMU?!!!
and how come I can't do anything beyond what I've already done?
it means that Lord I'll stop complaining and whining, I'll put it into Your hands.
Question: So what is love to you? Paul: Err, I met Robin when we were in 6th grade and we've been together ever since. Technically, the girl of my dreams would have a really bodacious rack, and she would be more err into sports. But Robin's better than the girl of my dreams. She's real. //Paul; (500) days of summer
I finally got to watch (500) days of summer and it was quite simply amazing. I would have liked it better if some parts of the movie were tighter, but oh the love of joseph and zooey combined is pretty unstoppable. it's also a pretty strange show, cos it ended off kind of happy still, but when the credits rolled, I really really felt like crying. so it's that kind of movie haha, where you're not sure whether the directors wanted you to smile or cry.
but there were definitely parts I could identify with (the Ikea shopping! and the Chinese family staring!) and parts that made my heart ache (where JGL tries so hard to get zooey to smile but she's so distant and unable to tell him why). and this whole thing about finding THE ONE started off a rather nonsensical debate with Jojo about how we can tell when we meet THE ONE! haha, he doesn't come with trumpets and lights and big shining hearts so how do we know? but the saddest thing that Jojo said is sometimes you may meet THE ONE but it doesn't work out so you move on to someone else. but in your heart, you know you've missed the one person who was the lock to your key, the banana to your pancakes, the soul to your mate. Is that true? Or does not being able to not being able to work it out mean that the person wasn't really the One? in truth then, the saddest thing is not that you loved someone and he didn't love you back. it would be that you both loved each other, and yet weren't able to work things out.
crying is not a sign of weakness, it shows that you still feel. because the worst thing you can do to a person is not to hate him, but to be indifferent. right now, I can't do much, but I'm here for you if you need me. alrightttts, back to the awful backlog. bloody accounting for freaking bonds! grrrr I'm really not into bonds, shares, stocks, equity whatever kawabunga name you give it! haha, investment is really not my cup of tea! I'd rather be knitting in London with dinochua lah.
"Women are like teabags, you never know how strong they are until they are put in hot water."
//Eleanor Roosevelt
it's like having two hands wrapped around a railing, hanging off the edge of a building, knowing that your grip is going to slip sooner or later, but holding on for dear life because letting go means crashing into the ground, means opening yourself to a world of pain. I'm not going to lie. it's hard. it's so damn hard. to wake up every morning and have the pain rush in, to be waiting the whole day for the right moment and getting a short reply, to be going home on the mrt on fridays when the whole world is with someone else, to remember that I'm not the only one having a hard time. to want to care but not know how to do it, to want to encourage but have it come out the wrong way, to be faced with the truth that I may not be mature enough to handle all this grown up stuff.
God can help us overcome. I know that. it's just sometimes, sometimes I need to let off my steam too.
if it's true that missing somebody is not counting the hours/days/weeks since you last met or talked but thinking of what you'll want to do with them if they were here with you right now, then I have a dozen in my head. all patient and lined up and waiting their turn.
but right now, what I need is not important and I'm trying so damn hard not to take it personally. I can do it, I know. it's just two weeks of compressing stuff into myself and not having or wanting to talk to anyone about it. so don't flinch. I just need to write it down to release myself from the burden of carrying all this nonsense around. this won't last forever. I need to focus on something else to take the edge off this.
“The return of solitude was not quite as Dina expected it to be. These many years I made a virtue of inescapable reality, she thought, calling it peace and quiet. Still, how was it possible to feel lonely again after living alone most of her life? Didn’t the heart and mind learn anything? Could one year do so much damage to her resilience?”
//Rohinton Mistry; A Fine Balance
last night I was in the hall when it sounded as if my phone was ringing. I ran, I really did all the way from the kitchen to the study room only to hear it stop. so I checked my phone and realised it wasn't my phone at all. my two silly sisters were playing with the singing elephant and it just sounded like my phone. so I went back to the table to continue my mugging. and then it struck me, I keep waiting for a phone call or an sms these days. my whole day is built around it.
and slowly, I'm starting to realise that I can wait the whole day and it's not gonna come at all.
ACCOUNTING IS DRIVING ME NUTS! WHY ARE THERE SO MANY WAYS OF CALCULATING THE SAME THING! WHY DO ALL THE DIFFERENT FINANCIAL STATEMENTS USE DIFFERENT TERMS?! HOW COME MY ANSWERS DON'T TALLY WITH MY GROUP-MATES?! HOW COME JOJO'S NOTES DON'T HAVE THE ANSWERS SO CAN JUST COPY :( HOW COME THE TEXTBOOK DON'T HAVE THE METHOD TO CALCULATE CASH CONVERSION CYCLE? HOW COME WE DON'T LEARN CCC STILL MUST PRESENT ON IT! HOW COME THE RECEIVABLES TOPIC SO WEIRD AND HARD?! HOW COME LAW STUDENTS MUST TAKE ACCOUNTING IN SMU?!!!
and how come I can't do anything beyond what I've already done?
it means that Lord I'll stop complaining and whining, I'll put it into Your hands.
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