How life should be

“The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends.
I mean, life is tough.
It takes up a lot of your time.
What do you get at the end of it?
A Death. What’s that, a bonus?
I think the life cycle is all backwards.
You should die first; get it out of the way.
Then you live in an old age home.
You get kicked out because you’re too young,
you get a gold watch and you go to work.
You work forty years
until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement.
You do drugs, alcohol, you party,
you get ready for high school.
You go to grade school,
you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities.
You become a little baby,
you go back into the womb,
spend your last nine months floating
and you finish off as an orgasm.”

- George Carlin

To my BEAUTIFUL biatches

You couldn’t fight the injustice of fate; you could only suffer it and hope that one day it might be different.
— Jodi Picoult

I’d like to think that even if the whole world bails out on us, we’re be okay; for we have each other. 

Michael Buble’s Lost

“It’s when you feel like you’re done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you’re not lost
When your world’s crashing down
And you can’t bear the cross
I said, babe, you’re not lost

Life can show no mercy
It can tear your soul apart
It can make you feel like you’ve gone crazy but you’re not”

He has such an amazing voice that makes me damn damn damn emo!

To Have Without Holding

By Marge Piercy

Learning to love differently is hard,
love with the hands wide open, love
with the doors banging on their hinges,
the cupboard unlocked, the wind 
roaring and whimpering in the rooms
rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds
that thwack like rubber bands
in an open palm.

It hurts to love wide open
stretching the muscles that feel
as if they are made of wet plaster,
then of blunt knives, then
of sharp knives.

It hurts to thwart the reflexes
of grab, of clutch; to love and let
go again and again. It pesters to remember
the lover who is not in the bed,
to hold back what is owed to the work
that gutters like a candle in a cave
without air, to love consciously, 
conscientiously, concretely, constructively.

I can’t do it, you say it’s killing
me, but you thrive, you glow
on the street like a neon raspberry,
You float and sail, a helium balloon
bright bachelor’s button blue and bobbing
on the cold and hot winds of our breath,
as we make and unmake in passionate
diastole and systole the rhythm
of our unbound bonding, to have
and not to hold, to love
with minimized malice, hunger
and anger moment by moment balanced.

Because I can

Stare a rude stranger into apologising.

Don’t let go too soon. But don’t hang on too long

Some of us are finding jobs. Some of us have already found them. Some of us continue to study. I know I will pretend to. So what are we to do with those formative years - the last ounces of childhood and true freedom? What about the hurdles crossed and the challenges which lie ahead? What about the loves received and betrayals faced? And what about the people who have touched our lives? 

I have one semester more to say goodbye, to remember the happy times and to learn from the not so happy times. And here’s an unattributed passage to start (which is an almost complete juxtaposition of my refuse to grow up post):

“You will look back on the things you laughed and you will cry. You look back on the times you cried, and you will laugh. You will always remember closes friends and you will keep memories of them in your heart. Life is hard - it’s tough, it’s unfair. But everyone gets over the hurt and the pain, eventually. And you always end up with a smile on your face, if you give it a chance

To let go isn’t to forget, not to think about, or ignore. It doesn’t leave feelings of anger, jealousy or regret. Letting go isn’t about winning or losing. It’s not about pride and it’s not about how you appear and it’s not obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go isn’t blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts and doesn’t leave emptiness, hurt or sadness. It’s not about giving in or giving up. Letting go isn’t about loss and it’s not about defeat.

To let go is to cherish the memories, to overcome and move on. It’s having an open mind and confidence in the future. Letting go is learning and experiencing and growing. To let go is to be thankful for the experiences that made you laugh, made you cry and made you grow. It’s about all that you have, all that you had and all that you will soon gain. Letting go is having the courage to accept change and the strength to keep moving. Letting go is growing up. It is realising that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy. To let go is to open a door, and to clear a path and set yourself free.

Don’t let go too soon. But don’t hang on too long.”

Deep Survival

The 12 Rules

1. Perceive and believe
2. Stay calm - Use your anger
3. Think, analyse and plan
4. Take correct, decisive actions
5. Celebrate your success
6. Be a rescuer, not a victim
7. Enjoy the survival journey
8. See the beauty
9. Believe that you will succeed
10. Surrender
11. Do whatever is necessary 
12. Never give up (If you’re still alive, there is always one more thing that you can do.)

Like a child

I am frivolous. 
I speak my mind way too much, consequences to be worried later.
I enjoy friendships and pretend that they would never change.
I spend more money than earn them.
I procrastinate, and am very good at it.
I dream too much. 
I choose to love despite.

 

From another Wong: “I’m learning that i’m too young to grow up but too old to stay a kid.”

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Yesterday’s lunch

And he in the picture makes me believe that every male chauvinist would encounter a female who is his match. Sometimes, one needs to wait two generations later. 

He is the reason why I’m never a girly girl and had an incredible childhood. He is also the reason why I would never smoke and be the least bit accepting towards MCPs. Very often, I lament how lucky he is to have all he has despite all he is not. Once in a while, I remember how lucky I am to have him in my life for the past 22 years.