Time of Rebirth

The Observatory

"There are three kinds of people: dicks, pussies and assholes. Pussies think everyone can get along and dicks just want to fuck all the time without thinking it through. But then you got your assholes. And all the assholes want is to shit all over everything. So pussies may get mad at dicks once in a while because... pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes. And if they didn't fuck the assholes, you know what you'd get? You'd get your dick and your pussy all covered in shit."

from here.

She is a talented writer, I almost always enjoy her writing. One post that really 'connected' (can't seem to find the right word, hmm.) with me is this:



on ambition and austere asphyxiation [22 Sep 2007|04:03am]


"If I leave, will you wait for me?"

"I don't know"
"Two years is a really long time."

This will ring in my head until next march, past journalism, past christmas, past new year's and chinese renditions and graduation.

The answer though curt, was fair, and honest, and practical. I never would have been convinced with a positive answer... I've had it with promises and clingwrap obsession (read: nic). But still, anyone who owned ears and a heart and blood would have felt an ache, from the ears, by the blood, to the heart, pushed by pumps, spreading and manifesting. Suddenly, a full-stop is looming, as though it suddenly planted itself smack middle of this path. It will crack the ground all the way to my feet and I might blindly follow that crack as though it leads a way. How did no one see that free-falling.

And I'm squatting in the shower, your toothbrush in hand, sprays beating down my back. I'm just thinking... There are so many things and kinks I want to share with you, some more, and some less significant than the toothbrush I am grasping. And that possible full-stop makes me want to pack everything into a day, go without sleep and go out experiencing, with fear-fuelled adrenaline. But tomorrow is Saturday and we'll sleep in. And I'll wake up earlier as usual and just glance over while you're here but not really here. And possibly, I might kiss your forehead and hope your sleepy persona doesn't get annoyed. Tomorrow is Saturday. And we're doing nothing much. "No point worrying now, there's only so much you can do, and that's nothing at all," you say.



Guess any other person with a significant other in their life will go through this too. If I were told to come up with a list of words to describe love..they would be filled with so much more criticisms than compliments. Sad how fragile, painful, yet strong and honest, love is. When is it human can take a step back to see how love had rewarded them by punishing them with emotions. Emo is from the word Emotions and I can't stop being one now.

Do let me know if there is any disagreements on putting something this private up here. Though I highly doubt anyone that reads her blog would read mine. /:

): Pimples! Are you punishing me for all the late nights? If you are, go manifest yourselves on my work instead.