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what impresses me is not just talent, but talent with genuine nonchalance. if you think you're heck of a big deal, you're probably wrong.
[Listening to: sorry so sorry by howie day]
Sunday, May 27, 2007
[by the way i tried to say]
isn't it funny how you become more and more persuaded of someone's uniqueness when you presume he sees something special in you? it could be the narcissistic streak in all of us, that is so ready to believe we have something inside us to offer, and when it appears as if someone has looked deep into our inner beings and spotted great potential in us, we are unconsciously driven to think that he/she is someone different from the rest, because he/she alone out of all the people that we've met has that foresight to recognise the person that we are or could be. and affection for that someone begins to grow, and eventually develops into something else.
in that way, i think you could like someone for helping you like yourself. the affirmation of your distinctiveness that someone's attraction to you brings is more valuable than many people realise, and they come to mistake gratitude for love.
[Listening to: i will not forget you by sarah mclachlan]
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
[by the way i tried to say]
sweet things are overrated, honestly. every other person is a self-professed chocoholic and is so proud to announce it to the world. what for, does the sweetness affect their personality through diffusion? it's become almost a trend to love the sweets, i see people brandishing their affection for them all the time as if it will make them more exciting people. i'm not a chocolate girl hurhur, neither am i a cakes, cookies, biscuits, muffins kind of girl. ice cream i live with because it's cold and that makes things different.
i like my soups and meats thankyuverymuch.
[Listening to: almost lover by a fine frenzy]
Friday, May 18, 2007
[by the way i tried to say]
i realise it is impossible to ascertain whether a person registers a certain colour the same way that someone else does. if someone actually sees red as blue, but was taught since young that the colour he perceives as blue is red, he would never know that what he's seeing is different from what someone else sees, because after that he recognises that same colour and calls it red. it is quite impossible to describe a colour without reference to other colours, so if a person's entire scale of colours is completely off the chart, but each individual colour is held in proportion to the next, he could live his whole life not knowing that what he sees is not the same as what others see. we say red is a fiery colour, exuberant and passionate, but only because the things we associate with those qualities appear red to us to begin with. if for instance fire and roses and blood were blue, it would be perfectly natural for us to conclude that blue is a fiery colour.
come to think of it, this holds true for feelings as well. we recognise the circumstances in which they occur and the symptoms that come together with them, but without these affiliations, what's left of an emotion? what is sadness? is my sadness the same as your sadness?
we prescribe common names to things that could be vastly different, but i'm not complaining; we would not be able to function otherwise.
[Listening to: call me by groove coverage]
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
[by the way i tried to say]
many dream about flying and the supposed liberation that comes with it, being unrestrained from the 2d etch-a-sketch surface of the earth. although it is convenient, and i was tempted, to dismiss the idea as a particularly feminine fantasy - soaring, tumbling, free-wheelin' on a magic carpet ride - it's plain to see that big strong men are not any less susceptible to that powerful promise that grips the mind and refuses to let go. who invented the plane to begin with? the anticipated exhilaration of freedom does not discriminate against male or female, young or old, and seduces everyone equally.
but i take a more skeptical approach to the age-old dream - i have my doubts about the wonders of flying. when yu're down yu have at least some semblance of a choice: yu can choose between the option of remaining on the ground and the promise of flying. but when yu're up there it's just a matter of when yu're coming down. being on the ground means yu have the solid earth to back yu up against the forces of gravity - the moment it is no longer present everything works to drag yu down. flying will always be a fight, in our atmosphere at least, one that requires a constant expenditure of energy. and everybody already knows the winner, they just watch on to see how long yu can hold out.