February 2010
30 posts
“When we are honest - that’s my saying - if we are honest then we will...”
– Josef Albers
January 2010
39 posts
I’m constantly told by my French and English teachers that my writing lacks personality and style. Within the five hundred or two thousand words I was supposed to write, I was so inexpressive that the essay turned out bland or tedious to read. I never know what to say to that. To be frank, I’ve always felt that these essays were too structured and the guidelines too restricting....
I often feel like driving just for the hell of it in the mornings when the roads are empty, without actually having a destination to get to. I think, mainly, it’s the sense of control that I get, yet always having to stay within certain norms. I can choose to respect the speed limit, to drive a little slower, or to drive a little faster. It’s just a good feeling to have so...
“La reconnaissance du père. J’ai trouvé ça réconfortant à l’époque....”
– Jean-Dominique Bauby, Le scaphandre et le papillon
Translation “Father’s recognition. I found it comforting back then. I find it even more comforting today. We are all children. We all need recognition.”
Last night, my friend and I were talking about our secondary two science teacher. Basically, he spent thirteen years as a student at the same school, from prekindergarten to secondary five, went on to a prestigious college, then got a degree in commerce, I believe, at Concordia University. Knowing all this, if you asked me, he should be doing pretty well by now. Instead, he is now 28 years old,...
Lack of sleep is really affecting my productivity right now. I’m supposed to be revising but ended up falling asleep, slouching on my couch, book on my lap, laptop next to me. As I tried to sit back upright, my arm flung awkwardly, and I punched my laptop screen. Thankfully, nothing’s more damaged than before.
Side-note: I’m sorry my English is pretty terrible. I often find...
As the French expression “les deux côtés de la médaille” says it, everything has two sides. That includes optimism. I’ve said it before, maybe not on this blog, but I’m not fond of people who are always happy and never see anything other than the brighter side of things. Don’t get me wrong, I greatly appreciate optimism in people, but not caring when something...
Let’s say a woman wants to have sex. What does she do? She gets her hair done, puts makeup on, gets dressed in cute little outfits, ‘little’ being the key word. Then she acts in a certain manner around men, all men, but she’s secretly hoping for a specific type to come around, her type. She touches her hair, extends her exposed long leg, and despite it looking so natural,...
“I believe there is something out there watching us. Unfortunately, it’s...”
– Woody Allen
After I showered for the second time today, I was disgusted at the thought of years worth of lint trapped in my bellybutton. When I checked it though, there wasn’t really much there. I still felt insecure enough to q-tip it thoroughly to make sure it was really clean or at least clean enough for me.
I hate the notion of having to do something to succeed or to further yourself in your career. I feel like people should do things just because they love doing it. I’m sure that’s the case for many in the world, but I don’t think I’ve met anyone quite like that yet.
A cup of tea to keep me awake.
The excessive smell of watercolour paints is intoxicating.
“An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing...”
– Charles Bukowski
My favourite subject in school right now is physics.
The thing about the other classes is that they’re unbelievably easy. Maths has become painfully redundant; chemistry is so methodical; English is, well, reading books and talking about things that I feel don’t concern me; in French, you have to follow a structure or else you’ll get bad marks for dumb reasons… I think...
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A ball in my throat and tears in my eyes from reading some of these.
Today, I interviewed a woman who is terminally ill. “So,” I tried to delicately ask, “What is it like to wake up every morning and know that you are dying?” “Well,” she responded, “What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you are not?” MMT
Today, I went ice...
The cynics of Tumblr have put tears in my eyes.
It breaks my heart to read so many posts saying that nothing matters because we die in the end. This doesn’t mean that there isn’t a lifetime of pleasures and laughter to enjoy before then. I can understand the overwhelming feeling of sadness due to the fact that you know that somebody somewhere is dying while you’re sitting at...
I dislike overly nice people. The ones who refuse to whine or moan about events or other people. I always perceive that attitude as inhuman and pretentious. The reasoning behind it is probably flawed like my logic in general.
“I remember how to be a person by being around them.”
– Natalie Portman
I’m so scared of failing.
The thing about movies is that, despite the constant criticism for every little detail, they still manage to make you feel something. My heart breaks easily when it comes to movies. The ones that touch me especially are the ones that make me feel like I’m the only person on Earth. This sense of loneliness overwhelms me to tears. I distinctly remember feeling this way watching two very...
“Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.”
– Chuck Palahniuk
“Talking about music is like dancing about architecture.”
– Steve Martin
Last night, I had this dream where my brother had left home. I would text him every time something odd would happen, like when our dad put on an apron to make fun of our mom. I know that doesn’t really sound unusual, but it’s kind of the only thing I remember. Anyways, the dream itself being rather odd, I would frequently text him. As time passed by, I did it less and less and felt...
“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
– Ernest Hemingway, a novel in six words
Woods - Bon Iver a song I’ve listened to on...
Would it be stupid of me to hope for a time where a child will be born into this world naively believing in peace the way little girls believe in love or little boys believe in superheroes? However, this child would know of peace, not through the works of Walt Disney or Alan Moore, but because they were born in a world where war had just stopped happening. Ideally, there wouldn’t be any kind...
My great-grandmother - my grandmother’s mother - was a seamstress. She would sew traditional dresses with buttons that you would loop over, not the ones that just clip in place. My great-grandfather made those buttons, and they would work as a team in making these dresses. When she was about twelve years old, my grandmother went to a boarding school and only got to go home on the weekends....
I just realised that, despite the fact that I’ve only posted a total of four times, if someone were to stumble upon my blog, they would probably ask themselves, “who is this person? Who are they talking to?”. Well, I’m not talking to anybody really. I just feel the need to say what’s on my mind without having to worry about what people will think. Sometimes, my brain...
What is love? How do I feel about ‘love’? I think what people have made it to be is unrealistic. Books, movies, even songs don’t seem to help the way I think. If anything, they’ve (ironically) romanticized the concept and made it even more absurd than what people believe it to be in the first place. I don’t think love, as we’ve imagined and defined it, is real....
I am completely out of ideas and motivation.
I’ve lost faith in myself for the simple reason that lately it feels like I am incapable of accomplishing anything.