"I've always wanted a happy ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity!"
It's Sunday! I hope everyone(especially ChaoYi) will not get too upset tomorrow morning when they wake up. If Monday doesn't come, how are we going to have Sunday, right? haha. I have a boooooooring weekends actually. The most interesting things that I've done during the past two days were:
Finish watching Down With Love within 1 day.
Went for swimming and manage to achieve 9laps in half an hour time.
Revise a bit and prepare for the coming lectures.
Yes yes and yes, I know these sound boring but then, you need the word "boring" so that you know what "interesting" will be when it comes, isn't it? I don't need my everyday to be packed with activities/gatherings that are "interesting". Because all these interesting stuffs are good in draining my energy and eventually, I'll go zombie-look. haha.
I enjoyed having such weekends and I want my life to continue to be like this with(of course) some interesting plans added in.
But really, the main point is, I want to live my life and not to be lived by my life.
" I was watching a bluebottle yesterday. In an effort to escape the living room, he kept flying against the window, hitting his head against the glass over and over. Then he stopped launching himself at it like a missile and stuck to one little windowpane, buzzing about like he was having a panic attack. It was frustrating to watch, especially because if he'd just flown up a little bit higher towards the top of the window, he'd have been free. But he just kept doing the same thing over and over again. I could imagine his frustration of being able to see the trees, the flowers, the sky, yet not being able to get to them. I tried to help him a few times, to guide him towards the open window, but he flew away from me around the room. He'd eventually come back to the same window and I could almost hear him: "Well, this is the way I came in..."
I wonder if my watching him from the armchair is what it's like to be God, if there is a God. He sits back and sees the big picture, just as I could see that if the bluebottle just moved up the window to the top, then he'd be free. He wasn't really trapped at all, he was just looking in the wrong place. ... "
I don't believe in "I can't live without you". Rather, I believe in "I can live without you, but I choose not to."
Having to come across this sentence in my friend's, YongWei's Facebook status a few days ago. I was like, resonating with it. Isn't it true enough? And I love the way she said it.