Thursday, December 18, 2008

Pointless


I have said it too many times before. I hate competing. It's me and my overdeveloped sense of privilege. Look up entitlement in a dictionary and it will show a picture of yours truly. In short, I'm a douchebag. Thanks for playing Blue's Clues with me. This post is going nowhere.

On the other hand, I can still salvage this post's main idea. Hopefully. I guess, it's one of the hazards of having a crappy social life. Or maybe it's because I haven't flexed my writing muscles in a while. Creak, creak, I'm rusty.

I give up.

Let me make it up by posting this MV of my dream girl (sorry, Phoebs!), Lee Hyori.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Random K-pop Moment

because this song keeps playing in my head...

Friday, December 5, 2008

The Line


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You can't.

Is the only answer to the question, "How do you draw the line?"

Because for some people there's not even a line, just a point--a solitary, insecure point. For the hopeless, the point does not exist. The "point" is actually a piece of lint that looks uncannily like a point, waiting to be flicked off by totally uncaring fingers.

Of course, he tells me the line is there. It's just invisible.

To which I say, "You're so full of it."

Monday, December 1, 2008

Fess Up


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Believe me, it's not all about the fear of rejection. It's also about guilt, because when you're about 50 to 80 percent sure that you're going to get rejected, then you know that you're basically placing a huge burden on that person. You're a fool if you think it's just about unloading your feelings. If you've ever been on the receiving end of an "unwanted" confession, you'll understand that feeling flattered is something you'll get over with rather quickly. The natural progression of reactions demands that you feel sorry for Mr. or Ms. Unrequited Love. And that pity my friend, may just be your undoing.