Alas, September is nearing its end and I've never been sadder to see it go. On the 10th Nic and I flew down to Florida, joined by Ging by the 12th. We stayed at an amazing hotel right by the beach and spent much of our time either by/in the water or watching tv in our room. We swam in the Atlantic and watched the sunrise over Europe.
Hauled ass to the dorms on the 15th and was greeted with a belated birthday party on the 17th. To kick off senior year, we hit up Pub Night and danced the night away. OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH-SIX!!
Shopped for classes on the 19th (picked up English, History, Bio, Japanese and Philosophy) and despite the fact that I had several boxes left unpacked, a thesis proposal due and already a week's worth of reading to be done, I welcomed my sisters to Cambridge on the 23rd. We drove to New Hampshire, met new family members, toured Boston (and loved it more), pimped up the dorm. (It was hard to say goodbye, but now I try to keep my room clean to make myself feel as if they're still here).
October is looking to be just as promising: a field trip to the Butterfly Place on Sunday, wrapping up Madame Bovary on Tuesday, dinner at my favorite restaurant on Thursday, birthday party on Friday and Columbus Day weekend.
Granted I haven't been sleeping, I have more work than I can handle, already behind in the job search and a daunting thesis to embark on, I'll keep my hopes up that this will be a good year.
How to..
1.Make me smile
tell me I'm funny. fool around. be a dork. smile at me.
2.Make me cry
tell me a sad story. make me laugh really hard.
3.Make me mad
be insensitive. be selfish.
4.Make me like you
be yourself. be open. loosen up. make fun of yourself.
5.Make me proud of you
if you're brave enough to fall. if you're strong enough to pick yourself up. if you're wise enough to ask for help.
(what happened to 6??)
7.Ease my temper
make fun of me. play with my hair.
8.Wake me up
don't even think about it! but if you must, do it gently. whisper.
9.Make me feel kilig
hold my hand. write a letter.
10.Make me say the truth
ask me. (but in general one wouldn't think to ask, because I'm pretty good at BSing.)
11.Shut me up when I talk a lot
not possible.
12.Tell when I'm annoyed
when i'm extremely sarcastic (and i mean out of this world bitter because i'm generally sarcastic).
13.Tell when Im bored
*yawn* ... mmm hmm.. uh huh.. yeah... *yawn*
14.Tell when Im drunk
dancing too much. laughing too much. speaking too much (and loudly!)
15.Keep me as a friend
i'm easy - good conversation. so if you can answer phone calls/emails/IMs, that should do.
16.Make me dance
as Prado once said "just add alcohol"
17.Make me fall in love
seduce me with your quick wit and your dashing smile
ask me how i'm doing
18.Make me fall out of love
love me not
19.Make me say goodbye
just ask me to
A world without weeds.
Watched Constant Gardener today. As my friend Sheena and I like to say, I had my fix of social consciousness for the week. More seriously however, it made me not want to have children in this world. It made me want to jump off a building and die. I had a flashback of one of my Professor's lectures. Political philosophy is about what kind of world you want your children to live in. Or at least that is why we care. (Sometimes it seems as if philosophy has no room for sentimentality, but in the end, does it not have humanity at the core of its quest?) But perhaps rather than fear the potential for harm and suffering in all that we are, in all that we do and in all that we live, we'll be better off trying to make the world better for the next person - a family member, a friend, a lover, a stranger.
On a lighter note, saw the trailer for Brokeback Mountain. I'm excited to see how the Heath Ledger-Jake Gyllenhaal pair-up can pull it off.
Atlantic City was fun. Walked four miles and the closest I got to the ocean was from where I shot those pictures. The Atlantic will be my backyard for few days in a few days, so I'm not too bummed.
If I speak the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perserveres. Love never fails.
Going to the beach tomorrow. Wheeee! Well, really we're going to Atlantic City. Hopefully while in the casino, my aunt and uncle will let me hang out at the beach. I haven't been there in almost ten years. I remember being excited about dipping my feet in the Atlantic Ocean. I hope the weather will be lovely.
Sara: That gets me off.
Sam: You're easy.
Sara: No. With you I am.
Who wouldn't be with Christian Bale?
OK movie. Good soundtrack. Lots of good-looking people. Promising plot. Disappointing ending. More and more movies have come to my attention with the same apparent deficiency. Maybe I'm the problem; I'm looking for something that isn't there. Closure? Perhaps when one is watching/reading a story one already has a bias on how things should turn out. With art, we're not merely waiting for things to unravel like we do with life; with art, we're expecting to be moved. To be jolted. Right now, my senses are only willing to resonate with awakenings that don't make you want to go back to the way things were, with stories of letting go and never looking back to fix what is broken. Tomorrow, I'll want the complete opposite. As Wilde pointed out, art is about the spectator. If I could rewrite the ending, I'll let Sam be with Sara, but that's probably only because I think I'm like her.
It baffles me that I can't write when I'm happier. On the phone all day, online when not - in constant contact with friends. I only want to write when I'm sad. I talk when I'm happy. Based on the minutes I've consumed on my phone (thousands), compared to how little I've blogged, it's pretty clear than I'm more happy than not.
Happiness: Ings, Ji and Yna. Blockmates and summer babies' quasi-surprise party. Sisters. Unlimited Nights & Weekends. Rollover minutes. YM emoticons. iPod. Oscar Wilde.
Sadness: the habit of reveling in sadness