"I've been around lots of people who are insecure or bitter or negative, and you can be having the time of your life but they'll still bring you down in 20 seconds.
People don't realise how much influence we have on one another. When I walk into a room, I hope it suddenly becomes a better room. I want people to say ' Wherever Wayne is, that's the room I want to be in'."
Wayne Coyne (The Flaming Lips)
Saturday, February 27, 2010
2007
I hate using the words 'diary' or 'journal' to refer to the notebooks I write in, it makes me feel like an antisocial nerd. Just admitting I have a diary/ journal makes me feel I must be cliche 1.white, 2. female, 3. antisocial and 4. a nerd. It doesn't help that I have written about my stereotype girl feelings, like wishing my pores were smaller.
So anyway, I had this collection of random writing in my notebook from 2007. As any autobiographical text is basically just a diary with all the embarrassing parts omitted, I suppose I'll share snippets comparatively more intelligent than the thoughts I usually obsessed about.
Dec, 2007
[This guy I was briefly going out with/ seeing/ not going steady] and I were sitting at this cafe, and he was telling me about this old parable he read. You know the new age philosophical corny stuff on a poster you stick on your bathroom wall to read while you're having a piss. I recalled this memory while I was in a nostalgic mood the other day and I then I found that story on the web:
"One Night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonged to him and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you you'd walk with me all the way, but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me." The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."
[This guy I was briefly going out with/seeing/ not going steady]'s eyes welled up with tears, then he put his hands over his face and stayed like that for a couple minutes. I felt awkward and the minutes felt like hours. He finally recovered, put his hands back on the table, and said he 'can be quite emotional sometimes'.
I thought it was cheesy at the time, but now I realise it is quite a powerful story, and back then I was really just jaded to emotions because I was neurologically compromised by the meds I was taking, as well as dull to life in general due to overwhelming feelings I was enduring that summer. I also saw him cry during the Jackie Chan movie we saw earlier that day. It was called 'Hero', I think. I guess it was kinda a sad movie in some parts, but not really. Incidentally, he was the nicest, most calm and non-judgmental person you could ever meet.
So anyway, I had this collection of random writing in my notebook from 2007. As any autobiographical text is basically just a diary with all the embarrassing parts omitted, I suppose I'll share snippets comparatively more intelligent than the thoughts I usually obsessed about.
Dec, 2007
[This guy I was briefly going out with/ seeing/ not going steady] and I were sitting at this cafe, and he was telling me about this old parable he read. You know the new age philosophical corny stuff on a poster you stick on your bathroom wall to read while you're having a piss. I recalled this memory while I was in a nostalgic mood the other day and I then I found that story on the web:
"One Night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonged to him and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you you'd walk with me all the way, but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me." The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."
[This guy I was briefly going out with/seeing/ not going steady]'s eyes welled up with tears, then he put his hands over his face and stayed like that for a couple minutes. I felt awkward and the minutes felt like hours. He finally recovered, put his hands back on the table, and said he 'can be quite emotional sometimes'.
I thought it was cheesy at the time, but now I realise it is quite a powerful story, and back then I was really just jaded to emotions because I was neurologically compromised by the meds I was taking, as well as dull to life in general due to overwhelming feelings I was enduring that summer. I also saw him cry during the Jackie Chan movie we saw earlier that day. It was called 'Hero', I think. I guess it was kinda a sad movie in some parts, but not really. Incidentally, he was the nicest, most calm and non-judgmental person you could ever meet.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
My favourite hair conditioner
Last night I dreamed of being 21, a sprightly young girl three year my junior, and considerably more naive and idealistic. In this dream I rode a pony with blue glittery hair, which I brushed with a sizable pink novelty comb.
Today I wake up and my cat is no longer a kitten. By that I mean he has a baritone voice and says he is sick of my shit and he is leaving home to become a real man. He packs his suitcase and leaves through the kitty door, without a university degree, without any work experience and without any social security number to claim a welfare income. I feel like I should try to stop him. What if he gets dandruff again? Who will wash him with Head and Shoulders conditioner? I know what it's like to have an itchy scalp, and I can't bear the thought of him suffering like that.
I'm going to have a better life, he says through a mouth full of catnip he stole from my herb garden.
But who's going to cure your dandruff, I announce by a pathetic sniffle. Where will you be without me, honey? In the slums? Mainlining smack with the other street kids?
My desperation is a lost cause. All I can see is his tail disappearing through the woods across the street. All I can hear is his fading voice, his smooth, manly, Barry White drawl, preternaturally echoing through the vacuum of our vast and plain suburban neighborhood.
It's not dandruff. You pinhead. It's fleas!
I think I can resign myself to his hasty departure, because, let's be honest, deep down I always considered his scratching to be a product of flea infestation..but I cannot underestimate the extensive capabilities of Head and Shoulders conditioner after viewing midday infomercials certifying unbelievable results using test patches on several different hair types. And at least, wherever he is, he is up to 70% silkier, like my glittery blue-haired pony who never had dandruff.
Today I wake up and my cat is no longer a kitten. By that I mean he has a baritone voice and says he is sick of my shit and he is leaving home to become a real man. He packs his suitcase and leaves through the kitty door, without a university degree, without any work experience and without any social security number to claim a welfare income. I feel like I should try to stop him. What if he gets dandruff again? Who will wash him with Head and Shoulders conditioner? I know what it's like to have an itchy scalp, and I can't bear the thought of him suffering like that.
I'm going to have a better life, he says through a mouth full of catnip he stole from my herb garden.
But who's going to cure your dandruff, I announce by a pathetic sniffle. Where will you be without me, honey? In the slums? Mainlining smack with the other street kids?
My desperation is a lost cause. All I can see is his tail disappearing through the woods across the street. All I can hear is his fading voice, his smooth, manly, Barry White drawl, preternaturally echoing through the vacuum of our vast and plain suburban neighborhood.
It's not dandruff. You pinhead. It's fleas!
I think I can resign myself to his hasty departure, because, let's be honest, deep down I always considered his scratching to be a product of flea infestation..but I cannot underestimate the extensive capabilities of Head and Shoulders conditioner after viewing midday infomercials certifying unbelievable results using test patches on several different hair types. And at least, wherever he is, he is up to 70% silkier, like my glittery blue-haired pony who never had dandruff.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
msn silly
mia says: (9:15:58 PM)
wqhat u oin tomorro
munk munk says: (9:18:26 PM)
hmmm
munk munk says: (9:18:52 PM)
ill have to do my super annuation stuff.. organise shots for the overseas trip
mia says: (9:19:32 PM)
hey yeah.. i was looking at places to go..i want go to angor wat in cambodia
mia says: (9:20:13 PM)
maybe we could spend a few days in cambodia and the rest of the week in laos
munk munk says: (9:20:25 PM)
i want to go to inur butt in brunei
mia says: (9:21:13 PM)
wanna go to outya peepee in vietnam
munk munk says: (9:21:47 PM)
oo and spermon ur face in vietnam
mia says: (9:22:19 PM)
hahahahaha
munk munk says: (9:22:38 PM)
me funny
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Friday, November 30, 2007
melbourne
i've spent the more time on the internet in the last week than the whole year, and im sure it's jut a transition stage but i have this weird slightly depressed state of mind since i got here. prolly because my days are lonely when tang is at work and i am at home. mooowww do you hear the mini violins playing in the background? such a sad state of affairs!!1
melbournians bridge this gap between bohemia and pretension - and there is a fine line i tell you. there's too much art for it to be art anymore... if you know what i mean.
melbournians bridge this gap between bohemia and pretension - and there is a fine line i tell you. there's too much art for it to be art anymore... if you know what i mean.
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