I SIPPED MY HONEY OOLONG TEA AND SUDDENLY THE WORLD IS BEAUTIFUL AGAIN
I might have never learned about the works of Helmut and Bourdin had I not fell in love with this local magazine that I plan to tell you about in the next days.
Reading doesn’t just arouse my emotions or stimulate my imagination. It also affects my gustatory senses to the extent that I reach for a particular food on impulse just because its being eaten in the book! Tonight (oh, it’s actually already morning!) is prob’ly the best example to date.
I have just finished “A Wild Sheep Chase” by Murakami and as with his other novels, the main characters would indulge on coffee, beer, wine, and meat.
Maybe it’s just me, but whenever his characters would continue eating and drinking those stuff, I automatically feel like I have to have them too! Like I can almost smell and taste them. It didn’t help that my after-midnight hunger also striked. I could’ve just grabbed any bread around but my tummy (— or my head?) is screaming for a cold beer!
So at 3:30 in the morning I sneaked out of the dorm and got me a can of Heineken plus a clubhouse sandwich. Good thing the gate wasn’t padlocked!
Burrp-Burrp.Satisfied.Now I’m ready to sleep.
I have just finished watching "Safety Not Guaranteed".
It’s a small-budget indie film that’s really worth your time. A fresh and original story with an unexpected ending! If you’re tired of the usual romantic comedy stuff or just want a feel-good movie with depth, this is recommended. <3
This week and the last haven’t been nice. I came down with a bad cold and
I spent the last three or four hours staring blankly, feeling the gloom consume me. I had hoped to get moving and finish my weekend tasks asap but there I was feeling heavy, trying to figure out why the hell I’m feeling sad and resentful for the umpteenth time.What triggered this exactly and so on.
Well, of course I know why. I guess what I actually wanna know is if I should really be feeling that way and what’s the
right best thing to do about it.
But thinking and thinking and feeling and feeling didn’t get me anywhere.
At some point however,I arrived at the basic truth that no one really knows my pain as much as I don’t know theirs. That popular quote saying ” No one has ever loved anyone the way anyone wants to be loved. “ flashed its message to me.
My feelings of guilt and isolation began to dissolve. I started to realize (yet again) that no matter what or how much I do, people will never completely understand me and do or say what exactly I want them to. Just like I can never do that for them. I shouldn’t be torturing myself with questions such as:”Should I feel this? Is this right?”
My feelings are valid. Just as what they may be feeling —and doing on the account of those feelings are entitled to them.
I stood up from the table leaving my plate of just eaten omurice. I was having lunch at a Korean-Japanese fastfood while turning things around in my mind.
I got one of my tasks done then stopped by a milk tea shop and grabbed my first Taiwan coffee.
Sipping the drink, I heard an Alicia Keys song from somewhere in my head. It has a slightly different lyrics though.
"…And it feels like oooohh..oooooooh…you don’t know my pain…”
uhh. my silly humor.
I have conquered yet another mess as I moved back to my room. hmmm. Feels good. I initially planned to put it off til tomorrow. But I just couldn’t sleep like that. I hope this get-it-done-a.s.a.p. momentum would last til tomorrow.
BETTER LEFT SAID.
These were some of my last book purchases before 2012 ended.