Hips don't lie
The above is currently the phrase of choice for certain merciless people who wish to make fun of my grievous (and now recovered) injury. Haha.
In some ways, my behavior varies greatly depending on the group of friends I'm with, be they from secondary school, JC, or university. I guess Whyte is right about us having as many different social selves as we do relationships (Or something like that).
Already, reflecting on sociological concepts in this manner is a sign of the influence of both my studies and my soci friends. I don't deny that both are important to me, but once in a while, insecurity can set in, and it becomes hard to welcome change, not knowing if we're leaving too much behind.
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But this, this is more like me. Or rather, this is also me, the one that has changed in slight ways, but remained roughly the same for the longest time.
This is me using my cool and melancholy and introspective voice.
This is the 'I' expressing the freest and calmest part of 'me', the part of the socialized self that is comfortable with analyzing and calculating, resenting and lamenting, adding and subtracting.
This is the voice in my head that occasional blares out 'DARKNESS UNENDING DARKNESS', because my a part of my subconscious is always telling me to go back
to the fantasy/sci-fi themed world of gaming, where I used to maintain my self-esteem through the pwnage of others, albeit in a dignified and restrained manner. It's tempting to go back to a world where I pwned people just as lava melts rock, as lions hunt antelope, as scissors cut paper, as paper wraps stone, as stone crushes scissors, etc...
Okay I wasn't that damn good. But I was pretty good.
Theoretical Statement 1: Self-worship is okay if extensively disclaimed by self-referential postmodernist writing.
"LIVE BY THE PWN, DIE BY THE PWN." -Newly coined phrase.
REVEL IN INSANITY WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES. But I guess that's not really all that insane.
Btw Amellia if you're reading this, I lost your blog address while updating my Firefox!
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Alright. Back to reality.
Having a hip injury helps you to appreciate your legs more: The simple pleasure of walking effortlessly, the convenience of being able to run after a departing bus, the sheer enjoyment of dancing, and a whole list of other things could not be accomplished without them.
(Note : Trope- Major events happen in 3's... Is two too short and 4 too long?)
Having a TB-like cough that doesn't recover because you don't want to see a doctor helps you to appreciate your life more: The blessing of monotonous, comfortable breathing, the flow of a good conversation uninterrupted by coughs, a good and uneventful night's rest...
It doesn't help that the person who should be sweet and sympathetic has decided to express her niceness in the form of mocking laughter that fills the air, deriding my illness, my very existence even. Hahah.
But though these aren't terribly dramatic ill-fortunes, they've made me feel happier about life, more expectant to get to the day when I'm fully recovered. When that day comes, I'll waste less time hesitating. I'll shout HALLELUJAH and HADOKEN at seemingly random times, possibly together at once.
Today is a gift. That's why they call it the present. LOL. Cliche ending ftw.
In some ways, my behavior varies greatly depending on the group of friends I'm with, be they from secondary school, JC, or university. I guess Whyte is right about us having as many different social selves as we do relationships (Or something like that).
Already, reflecting on sociological concepts in this manner is a sign of the influence of both my studies and my soci friends. I don't deny that both are important to me, but once in a while, insecurity can set in, and it becomes hard to welcome change, not knowing if we're leaving too much behind.
-------------------------
But this, this is more like me. Or rather, this is also me, the one that has changed in slight ways, but remained roughly the same for the longest time.
This is me using my cool and melancholy and introspective voice.
This is the 'I' expressing the freest and calmest part of 'me', the part of the socialized self that is comfortable with analyzing and calculating, resenting and lamenting, adding and subtracting.
This is the voice in my head that occasional blares out 'DARKNESS UNENDING DARKNESS', because my a part of my subconscious is always telling me to go back
to the fantasy/sci-fi themed world of gaming, where I used to maintain my self-esteem through the pwnage of others, albeit in a dignified and restrained manner. It's tempting to go back to a world where I pwned people just as lava melts rock, as lions hunt antelope, as scissors cut paper, as paper wraps stone, as stone crushes scissors, etc...
Okay I wasn't that damn good. But I was pretty good.
Theoretical Statement 1: Self-worship is okay if extensively disclaimed by self-referential postmodernist writing.
"LIVE BY THE PWN, DIE BY THE PWN." -Newly coined phrase.
REVEL IN INSANITY WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES. But I guess that's not really all that insane.
Btw Amellia if you're reading this, I lost your blog address while updating my Firefox!
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Alright. Back to reality.
Having a hip injury helps you to appreciate your legs more: The simple pleasure of walking effortlessly, the convenience of being able to run after a departing bus, the sheer enjoyment of dancing, and a whole list of other things could not be accomplished without them.
(Note : Trope- Major events happen in 3's... Is two too short and 4 too long?)
Having a TB-like cough that doesn't recover because you don't want to see a doctor helps you to appreciate your life more: The blessing of monotonous, comfortable breathing, the flow of a good conversation uninterrupted by coughs, a good and uneventful night's rest...
It doesn't help that the person who should be sweet and sympathetic has decided to express her niceness in the form of mocking laughter that fills the air, deriding my illness, my very existence even. Hahah.
But though these aren't terribly dramatic ill-fortunes, they've made me feel happier about life, more expectant to get to the day when I'm fully recovered. When that day comes, I'll waste less time hesitating. I'll shout HALLELUJAH and HADOKEN at seemingly random times, possibly together at once.
Today is a gift. That's why they call it the present. LOL. Cliche ending ftw.
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posted by moet at 8:50 AM
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that just means you shouldnt use firefox, cos google chrome is nicer (:
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