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"You can never know whether a person forgives you when you wrong them. Therefore it is existentially..."

Mon, 13 May 2013 08:48:00 +0800

“You can never know whether a person forgives you when you wrong them. Therefore it is existentially important to you. It is a question you are intensely concerned with. Neither can you know whether a person loves you. It’s something you just have to believe or hope. But these things are more important to you than the fact that the sum of the angles in a triangle is 180 degrees. You don’t think about the law of cause and effect or about modes of perception when you are in the middle of your first kiss.”

- Jostein Gaarder, Sophie’s World (novel)

"If I ever get around to living, it’s gonna be just like I dreamed. I’m gonna take the..."

Fri, 03 May 2013 20:27:24 +0800

“If I ever get around to living, it’s gonna be just like I dreamed. I’m gonna take the love I’m given and set it free.”

- John Mayer, If I Ever Get Around To Living (song)

"That’s the advantage of insomnia. People who go to bed early always complain that the night is..."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 02:26:45 +0800

“That’s the advantage of insomnia. People who go to bed early always complain that the night is too short, but for those of us who stay up all night, it can feel as long as a lifetime. You get a lot done.”

- Banana Yoshimoto

Why Staying Up Late at Night is So Addicting

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 02:25:02 +0800

Even as a child, it has always thrilled me when I am allowed to stay up as late as I wanted. I always feel like I get another day whenever I get to do things at night. Unfortunately, I have taken that habit with me to adulthood. There’s just something about the night time that just wakes my mind up and kicks all of my mental circuits a-running.

I just love the way everything is still and my mind is the only thing that moves and works at night. I can think of all the things that happened to me during the day and I can decide which ones were amazing and which ones sucked. It’s like synthesis time for me. Yeah, it’s a little bit anti-social but then again, I’ve always cherished my solitary time. It’s just golden.

I can play any type of music I want and no one would mind because, well, no one else is up to hear it. I can also choose to turn the music off and be content with the ambient sounds - the occasional sound of cars passing by, the choo-choo of the train making its last trip, a dog bark or a cat meow here and there, or the whir of the electric fan or the refrigerator. They are there and I feel like I’m the only one who could hear them. The world goes on even when most people are asleep.

Late in to the night is also the perfect time to catch up with my reading. I’ve spent countless sleepless nights reading books from cover to cover and regretting nothing when morning finds me. With books written by the likes of Agatha Christie, Neil Gaiman, James Patterson, Anita Shreve, Charles Dickens, Sue Grafton, Jodi Picoult, Og Mandino, and J. K. Rowling, who needs sleep?

Aside from reading, pens and papers are a requisite for a perfect late night adventure of the mind. It’s when everything’s still and quiet that it chooses to let the creative juices (over)flowing. And when this happens, I’ve no choice but to let it all out and write.

Finally, the stars. Man, you just don’t see them during the day and I happen to love looking up at them and wonder all I want. The moon is not hard to look at either. What good is it being a human on earth if you can’t look up at the stars?

When did I become such a nocturnal creature?

I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.

- Anne Brontë

"Very often when women think they’re angry they’re really just hungry."

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 04:00:51 +0800

“Very often when women think they’re angry they’re really just hungry.”

- Sheldon Cooper, The Big Bang Theory

His name is Joffrey Too bad it doesn’t rhyme with prick ‘cause that’s what he is,...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 22:10:41 +0800

His name is Joffrey

Too bad it doesn’t rhyme with prick

‘cause that’s what he is, really

The Real Bastard, what a dick

Bent, Bowed, Broken

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 00:45:00 +0800

Many people don’t realize how demanding the nursing profession is. It requires literally all of you - physical, mental, emotional and EVERYTHING else you got. You have to give your all every time you’re on duty. And sometimes, just sometimes, you come to a point when you feel like there’s nothing left of you more to give. You’ve exhausted all your energy, patience and positivity in general (that you worked so hard to save up). You feel used up, bent and broken.

This is one of those days, for me.

The silver lining being, it only takes a good night’s sleep and a couple of days away from work to be re-energized and be ready to take care of my charming, lovely, little patients again.

I’ll be back, my little angels and devils. :)

"What’s bizarre? We are all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it,..."

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 12:38:24 +0800

“What’s bizarre? We are all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all.”

- Andrew Clark,The Breakfast Club(movie) 1985

Reading Is Sexy by Nico Lang

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 13:06:41 +0800

Reading Is Sexy by Nico Lang:

You’ve all had that moment. You’re on the train, coming home from a long, frustrating day at work or that night class you regret taking. You’re slumped over your seat listening to Alt-J or the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs single. You look around you at the faint squalor of the train; the lights on this car seem set to perpetual gray dusk, a metaphor for your mood you don’t appreciate. But then you look across from you and you see him sweating as he tears through a Saul Bellow novel you’ve always sworn to read or Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.

Gone Girl, you wonder? Who is this man? Who gave him that? Is that a gift from a wife or girlfriend? Is he in a book club? Holy shit, that’s so hot.

You then begin to fantasize about this stranger on the train, what genres he’s into and what positions he likes when he reads. You want to know him in the literary sense. You like a man with a pulsing, ten-inch brain — but one that knows how to use it. Is the car getting steamy or is it just you? It’s probably just you. Edna Pontellier, take me away.

There are Tumblrs devoted to Hot Guys Reading Books, and John Waters advised us never to fuck someone who doesn’t read. I have a friend who considers not owning books a major red flag and another who describes her ideal guy as “someone she can read in bed with on a Sunday.” What is it about the elusive Guy Who Reads that attracts us so much and makes him a unicorn of dating? How did books become the Third Heat of Romance?

The obvious explanation is that, no matter what Jersey Shore tells us, people find intelligence attractive in a mate. We want someone who can keep up with us and get our jokes, who can understand the secret parts of ourselves, yet also stimulate us and help us discover new things. We like the guy who can pass us a book we’ve never read before, and not be so set in his Bukowski ways that he can’t pick up Colette or Joyce Carol Oates sometime. I saw a man reading Persuasion on the train the other day, and I nearly died. I thought that the ambulance or a hearse was going to have to take me away from the scene of my erotic demise.

I like to meet people who are open to new things and ways of thinking and the easiest way to judge that is by his book collection. When you ask someone what kind of music they listen to, they always say everything, which is never true. If you press, they will tell you that they don’t like Country, Reggae, Rap, R&B, Bluegrass, Metal and a host of other genres it’s considered safe to outright dismiss. They really mean “everything that a person should like in order for you to want to have sex with them” or everything Pitchfork likes. “Everything” will consist of a lot of Pavement, Interpol, Surfer Blood and Animal Collective — with a dash Feist thrown in to mix things up. They can get down.

But an easier way to judge how open a person’s mind is to look at their book collection and see what they are putting in that brain of theirs. Are they a strictly Kerouac, Hunter S. Thompson and Cormac McCarthy person? Are they only interested in obscure books that you’ve never heard of? Do they only read in Russian, the universal language of carnality? Reading allows us to see what’s under the surface of someone and realize that this hot guy might be more than what he seems. In a society where we become jaded as we come to believe everyone is the same, books offer the promise of something different, another world opening up to us. Inspecting someone’s reading list offers us a glimpse.

However, there’s a logical trap in surveying the breadth of someone else’s taste. A narrow love of particular genre isn’t always an indication of a closed mind; it just as often speaks of a focused one — the kind of obsessive who can’t stop reading on a particular subject and needs to know everything they can dig up. Joseph Campbell once advised young readers not to browse everything but to burn through the collection of their favorite authors, and whether you take that advice or not, reading is a visual testament to the passion of intellect. And passion (in forms that doesn’t include “passion for eating people”) is incredibly sexy.

Your passion doesn’t have to be for bound books in the traditional sense; a guy next to me at the gym the other day was listening to a Noam Chomsky lecture on tape and I almost fell off the back of my treadmill. A friend’s brother was obsessed with learning new languages, and he would pick up almost every copy “French for Dummies” or “Conversational Hungarian for Blithering Idiots” he could find. He taught himself Swedish. You know what I did yesterday? I pooped, a lot, and watched Cougar Town. His thing is way cooler.

We’re attracted to people that inspire us to push ourselves, whether that’s our minds, our hearts or our bodies; those people who stand on the sidelines at marathons aren’t there for their health. They are there because feats of endurance are worthy of support and awe, whether that’s running a ridiculous distance at ungodly hours, quitting smoking or managing to finish Ulysses, the marathon of literature. I have a friend who finds men working with power tools sexy, because who doesn’t love a man who sweats?

In the case of the latter, it’s about seeing someone work to improve the world, whether that’s in grand ways or smaller ones, like the annals of home improvement. Who doesn’t love someone who can fix the plumbing? Please, by all means. Allow me to enjoy the sights.

Men pay a lot of money to find out how to attract mates. They buy books that make misogyny into a clever sport, wear garish clothing to “peacock” and try to be the biggest alpha male that ever alpha-ed. But it’s not about being impressive or standing out because of what you’re wearing; it’s about standing out for who you are and what you’re passionate about. We shouldn’t just be peacocking our clothing; we need to wear our personalities, our interests and our selves with pride. People are attracted not just to confidence but to people who know who they are and love themselves for that. Loving yourself is the hottest.

Also, men: If you could love yourself with some Foucault in your hand, that’s even better. Hello, stranger! How about that panopticon? The romance practically writes itself.

"The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss."

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 12:19:00 +0800

“The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss.”

- Spencer Reid, Criminal Minds S08E18

I just love this guy in this movie. He’s the director and...

Tue, 12 Feb 2013 16:58:05 +0800

I just love this guy in this movie. He’s the director and the producer too!

That’s life. If nothing else, its life. It’s real, and sometimes it fuckin’ hurts, but it’s sort of all we have.

So true.

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 03:02:14 +0800

So true.

"You can learn a lot about people from the stories they tell, but you can also know them from the way..."

Sat, 12 Jan 2013 19:39:13 +0800

“You can learn a lot about people from the stories they tell, but you can also know them from the way they sing along, whether they like the windows up or down, if they live by the map or by the world, if they feel the pull of the ocean.”

- David Levithan | Every Day (via blogut)

"The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it."

Sat, 12 Jan 2013 19:37:27 +0800

“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it.”

- The Giver by Lois Lowry (via quote-book)

"Men who look on nature, and their fellow-men, and cry that all is dark and gloomy, are in the right;..."

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 18:32:00 +0800

“Men who look on nature, and their fellow-men, and cry that all is dark and gloomy, are in the right; but the sombre colours are reflections from their own jaundiced eyes and hearts. The real hues are delicate, and need a clearer vision.”

- Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist (novel)

Neil Gaiman: My New Year's Wish

Tue, 01 Jan 2013 20:20:18 +0800

Neil Gaiman: My New Year's Wish:

neil-gaiman:

It’s a New Year and with it comes a fresh opportunity to shape our world.

So this is my wish, a wish for me as much as it is a wish for you: in the world to come, let us be brave – let us walk into the dark without fear, and step into the unknown with smiles on our faces, even if we’re…

"neil must feel this with me all the time…i wasn’t a sci-fi kid, i wasn’t into “dr. who”, or movies,..."

Tue, 01 Jan 2013 07:46:48 +0800

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neil must feel this with me all the time…i wasn’t a sci-fi kid, i wasn’t into “dr. who”, or movies, or reading fantasy books, or any of the things that delight him when they pass his nostalgia radar. he has to rely on other people for all that joy-sharing. but i can try. i do try. i at least try to see where those things touched him…and why…and that’s all we can do for each other, sometimes. respect the things that delight the other, and not feel like we have to achieve any deeper understanding. the fact that those we love are feeling joy should just be enough in itself, otherwise we’re loving selfishly…we have to be a part of story. you don’t always have to be a part of the story. you can watch.

we do what we can: abide on the side and try to sense the significance.

and that leaves us….

i think it leaves us with some sort of deep lesson about loving things that we don’t necessarily understand.

”

- Amanda Palmer (via kaylotta)

"The thing about being an adult that no one tells you growing up is that you don’t feel like an..."

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 02:53:54 +0800

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The thing about being an adult that no one tells you growing up is that you don’t feel like an adult. All your stupid insecurities and anxieties are still there, only you feel more stupid and insecure about being stupid and insecure because you’re not supposed be stupid and insecure anymore. You’re supposed have the answers. You’re supposed to know. But we don’t always know. And those answers? They’re not always easy to come by. Well you know what? I’m done feeling stupid and insecure about feeling stupid and insecure.

The truth is, I think part of being an adult is that you stop waiting for yourself to change and you start to accept who you are.

”

- Emily Owens, MD

This playlist should be called The Soundtrack of My High School....

Thu, 13 Dec 2012 14:58:00 +0800

This playlist should be called The Soundtrack of My High School. :)

"You may think your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone’s face, but there’s..."

Thu, 13 Dec 2012 01:35:27 +0800

““You may think your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone’s face, but there’s a third option - you can just let it go. And only when you do that is it really gone and you can move forward.””

- Ted Mosby, How I Met Your Mother (via quote-book)