Vice v2.0.
because i feel like it :)

to life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. enjoy.

i met a friend from high school for coffee today and at the end of the 2 hour gab fest, i walked away feeling very comtemplative about a few things.

so there we were talking about CSI:New York (btw, am extremely excited about its debut next week) and the topic somehow strayed into relationships. more precisely, boring hum-drum blabla relationships. we're not talking about how couples who, after dating for over a year, slide into a relationship rut, where friday nights are spent watching TV at home, and sex almost never happens.

Boring hum-drum blabla relationships center around the union of two people, seemingly perfect for each other (on the outset at least) but are just bla. its a month into the relationship and they've gone on a movie/dinner date for the twentieth time and every sunday is spent at his place, where they'd watch tv for abit and subsequently have sex for the next however long in the same however position. and because they seem so perfect for each other, and all their friends couldn't agree more, they don't figure to end things. after all, if everyone says its good for you, it must be.

now it so happened that this friend dated someone this past summer and is still dating him for lack of a better reason than boredom. (which is a totally wrong approach to begin with) its been about 3 months since, and she's bored out of her mind. you see how that works? she dates him to kill her singlehood boredom (hello? like theres anything wrong with singlehood!) and finds herself at a breaking point 3 months later. the problem is, in the span of 3 months, they've settled into this quasi-domesticity, where their lives are more intricately wrapped around each other's than it should be. she now confesses that she'd leave him in a heartbeat except that there's no one there to fill that void afterward.

this is the part where i get a little confused. i mean, what happened to that adage "out with the old, in with the new"? (or was it just a catchy one-liner i got off sex and the city??) if you dont make room in your life and in your heart for that matter for the hope and the possibility of something new, something better, how do you figure things will get better?

inertia truly is the mother of all relationship fuckups. Friend M admits that the thought of putting herself out there again and going through the whole arduous dating process isn't exactly something to jump and cheer about. she says she has gotten so used to their routine that she feels defeated even before she's gone out looking. since she's not miserable per se, she figures it wouldn't hurt to ride things out a little, and who knows maybe things will pick up in a couple months.

correct me if im wrong, but doesnt the high note of most relationships happen at the start? i think thats why they call it the 'honeymoon period', right? everything that happens in the first trimester of the relationship sets a precedent for whats to come and if you're bored right off the bat, shouldn't that sound the death knell to that relationship?

i don't get it. but then again, what do i know? i'm the queen of the 6 month mark :)

right.
i have a test on china's geography (aka dumb map quiz) tommorow and i'm barely there. in class today i drew up this great time schedule of what's left of my stay here.

im going to pray very hard that my parents will suprise me on my birthday with a million dollar trustfund. or something fantastic like that. i'd so take us all on a trip somewhere. japan, melbourne, hongkong, krabi :)

i miss latte so much i've had her immortalized on my wall.

usher f. alicia keys - my boo

went shooting today. me and a gun--not a match made in heaven.
but i'm working on my accuracy.

now that i've moved downstairs, i've got a new desk and a new work space. cool.

i miss having my ears hurt in the cold from the lack of hair on my head, and the way i'd get yelled at by sam after every fortnightly haircut. i miss looking like chaoyang every morning when my bangs (or whatever left of it) fall straight over my forehead like a mushroom cap.

this weekend is perking up.

maybe a haircut tommorow because right now i feel like a sheep.