Autumn’s Night.

I was walking home yesterday from work and it was a beautiful autumn’s night. The leaves were dancing, the breeze sifts through my hair, and the ribbon tied on my ponytail bounces to the rhythm of my steps. I looked up into the ever-changing sky and noticed that there were a bunch of geese flying in a V-shaped pattern, heading to where it’s golden and warm. I continued my journey home. Then I heard a faint call from above. I looked up once again, and this time I see one single goose, flapping it’s wings uncontrollably. It squaks every so second, calling into the void. Maybe he’s lost? Maybe he’s a slow one? Or maybe, the group just forgot about him. He’s calling out for them to wait for him, cause he knows he won’t make it alone.

The sun setted and the sky was dark. This world doesn’t wait for anybody.

Just a Thought . . .

Children laugh an average of 146 times a day.

Adults laugh an average of 4 times a day.

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If this is what you meant.

Let us live, my Lesbia*, let us love,

And all the words of the old, and so moral,

may they be worth less than nothing to us!

Suns may set, and suns may rise again:

but when our brief light has set,

night is one long everlasting sleep.

Give me a thousand kisses, a hundred more,

another thousand, and another hundred,

and, when we’ve counted up the many thousands,

confuse them so as not to know them all,

so that no enemy may cast an evil eye,
by knowing that there were so many kisses.

Catullus

I always find reasons to hate a writer. Even if it strikes an emotional weakness in me when reading poetry, I will always find a way to despise them. The way they use metaphors, the iambic pentamenter, the imagery, the long unnecessary jargon, the enjambment of sentences…

But somehow, I could never find a reason to hate Catullus.

* for all you “immatures”, Lesbia is a name of a girl whom originated from the Greek island, Lesbo. Not to imply any specific sexual orientation, she’s actually quite a slut that killed her husband to sleep with other men.

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School Is My Boyfriend.

School is like my boyfriend. We spend most of our time together. I’m committed. I know school inside and out. There are times when we would have orgasmic fun together (when i’m learning philosophy), there are times when I would be thought-provoked by school (when i’m learning psychology), and then there are times when I feel like beating the living shit out of school (when i’m learning physics). But at the end, I would always forgive school because it rewards me with numbers like 95 on my report. School is a good man. Yep, sounds like my boyfriend indeed.

Just Transition It, and All Will Be Forgotten.

I bumped into S the other day and we both took five minutes out of our lives to update each other what has been going on in our respective dating scenes. Of course, I was the one that initiated it, because I remember from last year, S was totally coo-coo over this one gentleman (or lack thereof, which later you will find out), so I had to ask her if anything progressed from the last time we talked.

She told me a date with him happened not too long ago, but it was horrible. That caught me by surprise, because I honestly thought this was the guy of her dreams — at least she spoke of him like that. I asked her, “How so?” S answered, ”So we were suppose to go out, and he was late for 45 minutes.”

There was silence. We both knew that was NUMBER ONE BIG NO-NO on a (first) date.

I thought about it, sympathized, and asked, “Any excuses? Real good reasons?” She uttered something about traffic. “Well, okay, then what happened?”, I urged on. “Well, then he didn’t have any money for drinks — AT ALL! So I had to cover the bill.”, she said.

I thought, wow this guy is really blowing it. But it can be forgiven…

“Then?” “Then we watched a movie, and we went home. Nothing happened!! No kiss, nothing!”, S widened her eyes in amazement of her own story. “Then, I wrote him a email that night, ending whatever it was between us. But yeah, I have another guy I’m seeing right now, just seeing. So it’s all good.” proudly declaring, with a smirk on her face.

And those were the wise words of S. How does she do it? If it was for me, I would’ve probably forgave, and forgave, and fucking forgave till my friends have to drill in my head that i’m dating a pathetic loser. How does anybody just clear cut it in one date? As if one date will tell you alot about that person, actually — will it? And the best part is, she feels no remorse, no lost time, and transitions onto the next guy. At this moment, I would feel guilty. But really, why should I? I thought, this is what dating is all about.

If a guy red-flags you too many times, the girl should pack up and leave asap, to avoid any leading on or growing of friendship/emotions towards each other. The first few dates should be the best time the girl has ever had, because it is the time for the guy to shine. (Usually, it goes downhill from there because guys get lazy and they sit in front of their [soon to come] PS3′s, that has somehow become the third wheel in the relationship.) And being able to move-on and really know what they’re looking for is a powerful character that I admire in women. Not in a trashy transition way, but one that is classy; ending things in a clean cut, and just continue their search for Mr.Right. No settling necessary.

What would you do in S’s situation. Give “Mr.Non-Gentlemen” another chance to redeem himself? How many chances would you have given, what’s your limit?

Guys, do you agree with S? Is that what girls should do if they realized that they’re not your type? Or would you prefer the leading on… because you think there might be something at the end of the tunnel.

FREE Hugs @ York.

I was on my way to my business class today, walking and dodging the many people that pass by Vari Hall. Something caught my attention. A red sign held by a young lady quickly brought back the memory of that YouTube video I saw not too long ago. The sign reads: “Free Hugs”. Many people were hesistant, if not, ignored the girl for her offer of kindness. Including myself, I wanted to just walk on by. But I figured, how many “free hugs” am I going to get in a lifetime from strangers? A “free hug” with no strings attached?

So I walked towards her and I heard voices.

“Ohh… she’s going for the hug.”

For that moment, I closed my eyes and forgot all the anger I had in everything. In my father, perhaps in God, and all the insensitive people I’ve ever known.

Okay I lied about never putting up another YouTube video. This is my second YouTube video ever. Please watch if you have time.

The song is by Sick Puppies – All The Same. I was literally singing this song in my head as soon as I saw the sign. I think the lyrics have a powerful parallelism to the message of this whole “free hug” campaign. Or maybe it’s just a good song. Regardless,I like it.

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Lovely Day.

Today was such a lovely day. I mean weather wise. It was so warm and the fall breeze was just right. Ahh.. the perfect day to take the special someone out for a walk in the park.

If I could walk my bunny, I would.

My Dream Is To Be On The Jumbotron.

I was at ACC tonight for Raptors first home game, and they totally kicked Milwaukee’s ass and a half. (109:92) Not only does $67 gets me a free slice of pizza, it also gets me more pride in my Canadian home team.

My dream (not my ULTIMATE dream though) is to appear on the jumbotron. Melanie and I decided that if we don’t have some kind of prop that we can wave, we will never be noticed. So next time when we go to the Raptor’s game (probably against the Rockets), we’re going to be all decked out in Raptors gear, face painted, signs equipped and flag wavin’. Watch, I’m positive we’re going to get on the Jumbotron. If they ask me to dance with the Mascot, I would!

Where would Raptors be without Bosh? Seriously.

Peterson. Delicious.

By the way, I still like Charlie. He’s so docile. He reminds me of a hairless rabbit. So innocent. Raptors betrayed him.

Girls Don’t Like Boys, Girls Like Cars and Money.

I thought this is quite interesting while I was flipping through my psychology textbook. Read with discretion: Women (namely, pro-feminists) may shake their fists in rage of the programmed materialism found in themselves. While men, might nod in agreement confirming their long suspicion of the notion; ”women are evil”– might be true afterall.

“According to evolutionary theories, human females enhance their chances of passing on their genes by seeking male partners who possess or are likely to acquire more material resources that can be invested in children. Thus, women should emphasize education, income, status, ambition, and industriousness in potential partners. Men, on the other hand, are assumed to maximize their reproductive outlook by seeking fremale partners with good breading potential. Thus, men are thought to look for youth, attractiveness, good health, and other characteristics presumed to be associated with higher fertility. If these evolutionary analyses of sexual motivation are on the mark, gender differences in mating preferences should be virtually universal and thus transcend culture.”

Personally, I think this passage is true to the extent that being successful (whether male OR female) is a highly desired trait. I think this holds more truth in the past than it does in our modern society. It is not until women now have more equal rights in the business world that we DON’T have to rely on the male counterpart to fulfill our every needs. If it is wealth and a good future that we’re programmed to seek for our offsprings, successful women can easily provide that now. Thus, women who only date men who are wealthy holds much more truth in the past because women were stripped off of every right except to fulfill our “lot”, that is, being a good housekeeper.

As our society advances and strives for equal rights of a person whether male or female, black or white, I could only see women marrying men for love rather than for money. To me, the formula just doesn’t make sense. Why suffer the guilt and emptiness just so you can sleep with “money” beside you at night? The only reason why I could see that there are still golddiggers lying around would be that those women are just plain lazy, they have no independence to think for themselves nor aspirations to live a good life. They want everything to be catered to them, and they have no intention of establishing good character in themselves. Women are now given the chance to work, so they should work. If there isn’t any special reasons why married men keep their women at home, I suggest men to throw the women out in the streets to work for themselves or to bring home some extra cash — just because they can.

Men being good providers is different from men who passively feed their wives money. Passively feeding their wives money is far from providing. It’s almost like paying someone to be your wife. To me, that’s like living a lie. Sure you might put gourmet food on the table, but there are much more things to feed in a family. Providers are those that keep family and children as a priority, rather than job or money. There is love, commitment, trust, patience, growing old that needs to be kept close to the heart. If marrying a rich business man that is never home to help me build these things that matters the most, then I would ask myself, what family do I have? Maybe that’s why people cheat. Or maybe that’s why people divorce so many times. Women (or men) don’t stick with their husband/wives for money anymore. They’re looking for real love: a genuine provider.

Xangans, what do you think about women working? Are our “lot” still is being good housekeepers? Are women ultimately programmed to sift out the bums and marry the rich? What does being a GOOD PROVIDER mean to you?