Friday, August 27, 2010

Resolutions for my 23rd Year of Existence

Subject to evaluation if “Accomplished”,on 23rd birthday next year, of course.


Will be on time for appointments, regardless how much I hate (aside from being on time itself) to wait for e.g. late companion. The cows flying would be more likely to happen than my being not late but punctuality (which is a good thing most of the time) deserves a shot so will make haste moving thy arse. Will take herculean effort to resist dallying but even Rome was not finished in a day.

Will eat more nutritious food and practice a healthier diet to help prolong life and look my best self. Giving up French fries, burgers, junk food and excessive chocolates would cause withdrawals but will make serious effort to eat green leafy vegetables without thinking of throwing them back right up before mastication process.

Will realize that, while many men are pigs whose vile existence should be eradicated for the welfare of all, there are really some out there who perve wisely, who can talk about sex without being offensive, who don’t appear to be pompous asses too full of their conceited selves, and there are still those who don’t give you the impression that they are chauvinistic, starved sex predators who ought to be shot and lynched.

Will find goodness in the aforementioned pigs …there has to be goodness in them, right?

Will spend money more wisely and control hoarding of clothes and books. Even if books are a good investment, I would only get those which I would actually read. (I REALLY should not have bought that cookbook).

Will strive to extend slimming thread of patience and reduce death threats to fellow human being whenever one is being offensive and rude and unkind. While patience is a virtue that is sporadic in my system, there’s no point of disgracing self even to express thoughts. Body is still a temple.

Will cuss less, or practice cussing in a disguised manner. Not only will this consequentially hone skills in appropriately and creatively using English idiomatic expressions and figures of speech, but will minimize the circulation of hatred and negative emotions in your conversation when cussing is involved (especially if the object of your dislike does not share your educational background).

Will comb hair, for altruistic reasons though. While self does not care much for unruly tresses, this would significantly lower the level of stress of people who are bothered with them.


Thursday, August 5, 2010

Haec olim meminisse ivvabit

Time heals all wounds. But sometimes I wonder how long it will take to heal mine. Will I ever be completely free of the wounds I am nursing right now? Or maybe the scar would be too deep that I notice it every time and be reminded how hurt I have been. The wounds are healed but the scars would bring back the pain, right? Or perhaps it doesn’t have to work that way. Maybe wounds heal and the scars would simply be there without hurting you anymore at the sight of them.

I don’t want to believe in something right now, if I am honest. Once you find the meaning of something, it seems to change. I am a little bit afraid to take that risk, yet I know you do not win without playing. I want to be positive but experience taught me to prepare for the worst. My life, if it were a car, needs an overhaul. And I need it fast.


*Image by da5id2112 from deviantart.com


Sunday, August 1, 2010

Tempus Fugit

Today is August 1, 2010, sixteen days before I turn 22. What Roman poet Virgil wrote is essentially true: “Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus" which means “But it flees in the meantime; irretrievable time flees.” I remember complaining of having to turn 18 too soon, thinking that I’d like to stay forever 17 and –ta-da!—in just a few weeks I am celebrating my 22nd birthday. Of course, my life’s being without direction is another story. I rarely need someone to remind me that unlike most young professionals my age, I have nothing in my name: no savings account, no property, no investment, no valuable assets, not even a bankable career to secure my future. Also there are still times I feel like I do not know what to do with my life, if I am steering myself into the right direction, if I am making the right decisions about my future or what the heck, am I even moving?

But needless to say, time never stops running and experience has taught me that it does not wait for anyone. Either we live with that fact or completely lose the race. Once in high school I stumbled upon a quote which says, "Be jealous of your time, since it’s your greatest treasure", and at the time I did not fully comprehend what it means. It is only now in young adulthood that I am able to grasp the magic and paradox of time…how it can be an enemy and an ally, how it can cause and heal your wounds, how you presently possess it while simultaneously losing it and then how we want to turn it back only to realize that by spending a minute wishing that time would stop or go back, we are wasting more. *Sigh* Will go to sleep.