Norwegian Wood
Finished reading “Norwegian Wood” by Haruki Murakami last week. The character, Toru Watanabe, is a confused guy and he made me all the more confused with his don’t-think-just-fuck attitude. I mean, what the hell? Did he not swear eternal love and patience for Naoko, then go around getting a blow job from Midori? This kind of guy needs to get hung by his balls on a thread. What love? The ending was even more confusing. What does it mean by not knowing where he was and something about ghosts and shapes? Did he die? Did he go mad? David thinks that he waited 20 years before he called Midori up at the German airport. Did he end up with Midori?
Maybe I’m not deep enough, but I don’t like stories that leave me hanging. What was the writer trying to say, any way? It bloody isn’t artistic nor poetic in writing a paragraph of confused words to leave the reader confused, frustrated. Time wasted. (more…)
Curl up and die
Was out with Chrys and Gen on Saturday and decided on an impromptu perm job. (more…)
MLIG
Sometimes, we need to stop complaining, and instead, count our blessings. :)
“Today I woke up to my dog snoring loudly at the end of my bed. He’d jumped up onto my bed all by himself. Three months ago he’d been hit by a car and the vet had said he’d never walk again. I guess he proved them wrong. MLIG and HLIG”
“Today, I was dragged to a picnic with my grandmother and all her old friends, making me the youngest person there by about 60 years. I was so bored and unhappy until the eldest of the group, a 101-year old woman who is fed through a tube and can no longer walk, started talking to me and telling me how much she appreciated me coming out here today. It was the first time she talked in eight months. MLIG.”
“oday, in the only class I have with my boyfriend, the prof asked us all to come up with a few “I am” statements that describe us and share one with the class. When it came to my boyfriend, of all the things he had listed that describe him, in front of more than 60 people on the first day of class, he chose to share “I am: in love,” while pointing at me. While the entire class aww-ed, I couldn’t help but feel insanely happy for the incredibly great person I have as my partner :). I love him dearly. MyLifeIsG!”
“My dad has always told me, “Put it on the list, and it will come home”, when ever I ask for something at the grocery store. Ever since my brother left for Afghanistan, I’ve been writing his name down on the list. Today, he comes home. MLIincrediblyG.”
“I hate makeup, but today I wore it to school, because everyone was telling me to grow up and wear it. I passed a really popular girl in the hall, and she turned to me and said, “Why are you wearing makeup? You are so pretty that you don’t need any!” Those were the first words she has spoken to me in my life. I feel beautiful. MLIG”
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I miss my JC days. Those were such good days, without a care in the world. Who’d have known that A Levels was not such a big deal and that there were bigger deals in life? I was happy, but unhappy. You know.
Leu
Had a painting by an artist, Michael Leu, in my parents’ room for as long as I can remember. Out of curiosity and sheer boredom, I decided to google him. Turns out he’s a Taiwanese who has moved to the US. Just like the painting of Santa Barbara on a lazy Sunday Afternoon, his paintings are fun and colourful.
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And he has a thing for cats.
It got me wondering, again, about where I’m headed… and why.
Best job
I’m still looking for it. Don’t know what I want. Some days I go to work feeling all excited and energetic and ready to go, and end up feeling shit and stressed and lousy and stupid. Some days I go to work feeling depressed and the day ends up not as bad as I thought.
WTF do I want?
Run run baby run run
There was a firedrill on Wednesday in the office. I was one of the 乖 (good) ones who actually walked down the stairs instead of taking the lift down. 15 floors do not seem like a lot compared to those tenants on the 50th floor. But damn, my calves are still aching now!
