Well. I know that in the last post I said I wouldn't be posting anything anymore, but life has a way of changing your priorities and views in such a way that your past decisions and mistakes seem irrelevant. In simpler terms: I grew up.
Go ahead, call me fickle or inconsistent or whatever. I'm not even gonna delete/remove my previous posts and pretend they never existed.
I've actually been contemplating to revive the Letters sporadically for quite some time now, and after a short conversation with my girlfriend last night, I decided to give it another go. Before I start talking about anything else, let's talk about that a bit more.
I was walking my girlfriend back to her boarding home (or whatever it's called, from here on we shall use the Indonesian term kost), where we had our usual front-gate conversation ritual. Can't really remember why (I was rather sleepy), but she asked me if I keep a journal or diary. The conversation that followed went something like this:
"Why would I?"
"I suppose to keep a record of your own life. How you were, how you used to feel and think, that kinda stuff"
"I don't really see why I'd want to keep a record of my own life. I mean, I hate taking photographs of myself, let alone write about me."
Looking back now, I suppose I was being hypocritical, having kept a blog for some time. In my defense, the Letters had totally slipped from my mind. Anyway:
"I dunno," she said, "I always keep a journal or blog active." At which point this blog floated through my thoughts.
"I had a blog. Once."
She cocked her head in one direction. "Well, then try it. Call it writing practice or something."
During the walk home afterwards I pondered over reviving this blog. By the time I got back I guess my mind was pretty made up on it; I even considered writing that very night. But I was way too sleepy to write anything coherent. In any case, before my mind was carried off into that land we all visit, I had the basic idea for this post already formed.
I'd like to talk about more, but I think it would be better to restrict each post to a single idea, wouldn't it? Besides, my back hurts from yesterday's capoeira training, and I've got a book to finish reading. I'll try to come up with something at least half-decent to post the next time.
Until then, stay out of trouble, people.
-- Zet Valentine
P.S.
Is it me, or is the font size a bit larger than it used to be?
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Friday, December 2, 2011
Friday, February 26, 2010
Damn (I Haven't Posted in a While)
Heya. It's been a while since I last posted something. You'd think that I'd have posted something on Valentine's/Chinese New Year (this being The Valentine Letters and such), huh? Well, I'd love to say that college got in the way, but truth be told, I've quite run out of things to talk about. Seems I've been experiencing a creativity block the past few weeks. Anyway, I've got time to kill, so I figured I'd give it a shot.
Something that's been going around in my mind for the past few days is the movie-favorite, oft-repeated phrase, "I will/would fight for you". Now, in old times, you might actually take this literally - someone would actually fight someone else for another certain someone, win the fight, then live happily ever after. Close book, cue "awww" and happy tears, roll credits.
Let's face it, each and every one of us would like to think that, should the occasion arise, we would heroically rise and do battle for the sake of our loved ones. For the most part, we really would. Protecting what matters is perhaps part of our basic human instinct. What most of us aren't prepared for, however, is when the threat we have to face is sometimes ourselves.
What happens then?
What happens when we become the very thing we swore to protect them from? How do you protect someone you love.. from yourself?
When you first held her in your arms, you knew that you'd never let any hurt, pain, suffering come to them if you could help it. But then you see her going through such pain and hardship, more than anything you could ever think of, and you're the one who caused it, what would you do? Could you live with yourself after that? Even though she says it's okay, that everything's fine, would you ever forgive yourself for doing something like that?
My answer: you just have to. The phrase "love hurts" doesn't mean you should be some pessimistic lowlife and just live with the pain. It means that the person you love isn't the one who can simply make you happier than you've ever felt, but they can also make you feel more pain then you've ever imagined.
It may sound odd at first, I know. But put it this way: God is capable of doing both great and terrible things. If God were only able to do great things, if God were limited to only doing good, then that means there is something higher, more powerful than God, and I'd rather bow to that higher being.
It's extremely complicated, even for me, but If you've fell in love before, you'd know what I'm talking about.
Think about it.
-Zet
P.S.
I've got a new "bachelor's pad": Apt. Mediterania, A/23 C/J. Renting it for the year. Have a looksee if you're in the neighborhood. (Special shoutout to dS members and friends)
Something that's been going around in my mind for the past few days is the movie-favorite, oft-repeated phrase, "I will/would fight for you". Now, in old times, you might actually take this literally - someone would actually fight someone else for another certain someone, win the fight, then live happily ever after. Close book, cue "awww" and happy tears, roll credits.
Let's face it, each and every one of us would like to think that, should the occasion arise, we would heroically rise and do battle for the sake of our loved ones. For the most part, we really would. Protecting what matters is perhaps part of our basic human instinct. What most of us aren't prepared for, however, is when the threat we have to face is sometimes ourselves.
What happens then?
What happens when we become the very thing we swore to protect them from? How do you protect someone you love.. from yourself?
When you first held her in your arms, you knew that you'd never let any hurt, pain, suffering come to them if you could help it. But then you see her going through such pain and hardship, more than anything you could ever think of, and you're the one who caused it, what would you do? Could you live with yourself after that? Even though she says it's okay, that everything's fine, would you ever forgive yourself for doing something like that?
My answer: you just have to. The phrase "love hurts" doesn't mean you should be some pessimistic lowlife and just live with the pain. It means that the person you love isn't the one who can simply make you happier than you've ever felt, but they can also make you feel more pain then you've ever imagined.
It may sound odd at first, I know. But put it this way: God is capable of doing both great and terrible things. If God were only able to do great things, if God were limited to only doing good, then that means there is something higher, more powerful than God, and I'd rather bow to that higher being.
It's extremely complicated, even for me, but If you've fell in love before, you'd know what I'm talking about.
Think about it.
-Zet
P.S.
I've got a new "bachelor's pad": Apt. Mediterania, A/23 C/J. Renting it for the year. Have a looksee if you're in the neighborhood. (Special shoutout to dS members and friends)
Monday, August 24, 2009
More Randomness (aka. ..... Randomness XD)
Of the unimportant things to talk about here (and I do mean unimportant), there is quite a bit to talk about, so let's just start from the most recent stuff, then work my way back to things I can remember. Which means order will be totally random, at best.
Just saw Miss Universe thing at Sandra's home. Had a good laugh, the usual thing with a guy seeing ridiculously beautiful outfits. Yes, I admit they're beautiful outfits, just think some of them are ridiculous, that's all. Like this one finalist who I think made it to the top five, had a hair that looked like a beehive. Well, Sandra said it looked like a beehive, I said it looked like some kind of molding for a clay pot.
Now that I mention it, maybe that's how they styled her hair, by putting a pot around it. XD
College classes schedule is already out. I consider myself very lucky: my only free day is Tuesday, when I have classes it's only for 2 shifts. Plenty of free time. My mom said that means plenty of time to study, but we know that's not really likely to happen, is it? ;D
The Sims 3. I finally decided to buy and install it, here on my cousin's comp. Funny thing happened the other day when I was playing. I had one pregnant Sim in the household, and I had no idea when the baby would be born. So I made the Sim go to the Diner for food, since she had crappy cooking ability then, and I was just too lazy to make her cook. So she drove to the diner. I sped up the in-game time, then this popup message appeared, announcing that the baby was about to be born, and that I should make sure that the Sim was at home or in a hospital.
I checked the map, and the hospital was just down the street from the diner, so I clicked it, and selected "Have baby at Hospital". Then the most hilarious (in my opinion) and shocking thing happened: my Sim ran towards the hospital. That's right, she was due right then and there to have the baby, and if she couldn't drive you'd think she'd have enough sense to at least get a cab, but no. She ran.
Really, I don't know why I find that so amusing, but I just do. You'd have to see it, perhaps, to see what's funny. XD
Just saw Miss Universe thing at Sandra's home. Had a good laugh, the usual thing with a guy seeing ridiculously beautiful outfits. Yes, I admit they're beautiful outfits, just think some of them are ridiculous, that's all. Like this one finalist who I think made it to the top five, had a hair that looked like a beehive. Well, Sandra said it looked like a beehive, I said it looked like some kind of molding for a clay pot.
Now that I mention it, maybe that's how they styled her hair, by putting a pot around it. XD
College classes schedule is already out. I consider myself very lucky: my only free day is Tuesday, when I have classes it's only for 2 shifts. Plenty of free time. My mom said that means plenty of time to study, but we know that's not really likely to happen, is it? ;D
The Sims 3. I finally decided to buy and install it, here on my cousin's comp. Funny thing happened the other day when I was playing. I had one pregnant Sim in the household, and I had no idea when the baby would be born. So I made the Sim go to the Diner for food, since she had crappy cooking ability then, and I was just too lazy to make her cook. So she drove to the diner. I sped up the in-game time, then this popup message appeared, announcing that the baby was about to be born, and that I should make sure that the Sim was at home or in a hospital.
I checked the map, and the hospital was just down the street from the diner, so I clicked it, and selected "Have baby at Hospital". Then the most hilarious (in my opinion) and shocking thing happened: my Sim ran towards the hospital. That's right, she was due right then and there to have the baby, and if she couldn't drive you'd think she'd have enough sense to at least get a cab, but no. She ran.
Really, I don't know why I find that so amusing, but I just do. You'd have to see it, perhaps, to see what's funny. XD
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