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Name: Sheight

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Nom : the incurable romantic
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a fat-ass who constantly struggles to take a breather every now and then. a conventional man of quixotic tastes. a masticated piece of nothingness begging for your last drop of conceit. a procrastinate insisting on raw but substantial work under time constraint. a romantic, and incurable at that.

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    Reminds me of Haikus and Tankas |

     
    hey, remember those Japanese Haikus and Tankas?? remember how their being concise contributes a lot to the confusion in the interpretation of their very lines?? notice how a brief verse could send you thinking about how you want to know more, to delve more deeply into what's intended to be communicated..

    you see, i've recently just met up with this guy who casually told me that sometimes we wait or fight for something we don't even want..

    i contradicted him, i told him that you could only will your strongest self to embrace the agony of waiting for something if you want that thing badly enough.. if you need that thing badly enough..

    and he simply told me, you're only fighting for it coz you know that winning it over will be one priced accomplishment.. your self-gratification..

    i sat there dumbfounded.. coz if you really really try to think of it all, it makes perfect freakin sense..

    isn't it that sometimes, ow well most of the time, our pride gets the better of us and we decide on chasing after something so elusive, sending us halfway through this continent and all the way out of our minds, thinking, fancying ourselves truly in need of this thing.. when all that time you just wanted to conquer yet another untouched territory??

    i wanted to douse him with cold water, i wanted to because i couldn't do it on myself.. perhaps if i douse him with cold water he'd retaliate and douse me with my hot soy latte.. perhaps he'd retaliate by punching the living daylights out of me.. either way, i think i'd be highly appreciative of any act that would finally knock me outta this phunk..

    F*ck it, where have you been all this time??

    and as i got out of his car and bade him goodnight, i thought of those Japanese haikus and tankas.. i thought about the manner by which these verses didn't seem to have a proper beginning and end..

    it struck me hard..

    the realization that

    this is the sad conclusion..

    to a story that has never been started..

    and tonight i bade HIM goodnight.. and goodbye..

    suddenly


    jived by the incurable romantic |   dimanche, septembre 25 | 9:48 AM

     

    Etcetera, etcetera |

     
    hey, just wanted to remind you..


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    yeah.. sooo much..

    in case you've forgotten..

    dang!!

    nothing's changed..

    i don't know why, how..

    but it's still here..

    and demet..

    i need you..




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    finally, after a very dragging 2 weeks, i've managed to finish By The River Piedra, I Sat Down And Wept, lent to me by my pet kevin and whose next meantime master would be Jewel,, the queue is quite long you know!!

    i seriously can't understand why friends tell me that the book made them cry.. i found the book an overrated lovestory which was further sensationalized because it was written by Paulo Coelho and the lovesicks simply adored it!! i'd cover my rear now for any counter-arguments, the book just didn't get to me, im not lovesick and that's everything there is to it.. although i have to say i did like quite a number of lines from the said book.. (notice, that the lines i fancied were the uncommon ones, i.e. not a lot of people noticed these lines-- they were busy with the err.. mushy ones)

    In real life, love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away, love can only survive when the HOPE exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire.


    ..So we should love only those who can stay near us..
    But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere..
    Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.
    A fall from the third floor hurts as much as a fall from the hundredth.
    ..I think that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we wind up attracting even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we're alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange.


    EY-MEN I SAY TO YOU, EY-MEN!!

    and Willy Wonka here i come!! had to borrow Charlie and The Chocolate Factory (the book it is) from my pet ma-ist.. sweet heavens didn't grant me a chance to watch MY ONE-- Johnny Depp!!


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    and tears do run dry too..


    yes, even after all the HUMILIATION my sweet friends (??) had put me to-- chanting your FULL NAME on the face of your ex-- you'd still manage to hold your head high and think about..

    the smile he'd put on your lips whenever he cups your face and kiss you on your hair..

    the way he'd hastily pull you to his side just to catch you off-guard and then give you that sweetest hug..

    the times when you just can never cry your last tear because at that exact moment that you hear your phone ringing to his call.. you know you're willing to continue the hurting.. to be this close to him all over again..


    but TIME REALLY IS the greatest equalizer..

    and though i haven't come across another being who had surpassed that which i had with/for him..

    i certainly met-found-circumstanced to know someone who made me believe in all of it once more..

    someone who took one word and spelled CRAZINESS for me.. for everything it's worth..

    guess i'll just be wanting someone who could be equally crazy with and for me..


    *sigh*

    *second sigh*

    ^__^


    jived by the incurable romantic |   lundi, septembre 12 | 5:32 AM

     

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