The Depths Of Shallowness

Drowning, Drowning in Cynicism; Drunk, Drunk with Sentimentality; Down, Down with Love; Dunked, Dunked in Life. Desperate Discourse. Disposable Desires. Dusky Dreams. Delirium. Dignity. Despair. Doubt. Duty. Dewy Days. Divine Divide. Dump Everything that Bothers in The Depths of Defiance. 《我的快樂時代》唱爛 才領悟代價多高昂 不能滿足不敢停站 然後怎樣 All Rights Reserved ©Angeline Ang

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Tempestuous. Intense. Proud. Intellectual. Easily Bored. Consummate Performer. Very Chinese. Very Charming. Fair. Pale. Long, Curly, Black Hair. BA(Hons). Literature. Philosophy. Japanese. Law. Dense in Relationships. Denser in All Else. Brooding. Sceptical. Condescending. Daria Morgendorffer meets Kitiara Uth Matar meets Ally McBeal. Always dreamy, always cynical, always elusive. Struggling writer, artist and student, in that order please.

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

I will go for cynical and practical any day but I suspect many will accuse me of being ungrateful instead. Oh well.

Eventually when all that comes back are just as general and vague and possibly worse, you just end up wondering whether it is indeed true that people like us, who chose what we chose, have failed to live decently in the real world. For when shit happens, we are hardly equipped to deal sensibly with it, given the lack of knowledge-that-really-matters and an acute deficit of relevant connections. Running in circles, because everyone of us is just as ignorant, since we move in the same circles, more or less, is rather sad, and most unhelpful. But I concede this ain't anyone's fault; it's only most unfortunate.

I have not augmented beyond what I already found out. Progress is dismal and frankly, I'm tired. Tired of reading similar things over and over again (It shows something, when the same information keeps popping up but remains as uninformative as ever) and rolling my already tired eyes energetically when I come across yet another intent of well-meaning but oh-so-not-tailored-to-my-needs. Either that, or it's something so obvious that I cringe and do infinite takes.

I'm particularly irritated at those who have asked me to go church or chant scriptures during this period. This is just so insane. Knowing that you know what I believe in, I seriously don't think it's going to change just because I might be living through a crisis or so. I have gone through many, many of them and I have maintained a very firm stance on this. Plus I hardly think it's proper to delve into any religion just because I need something badly. I'm sure you will agree

Church? I rather stay home and be useful. Chant? The person was saying it's no loss, just give it a shot and I glared at him and shooed him away, totally irritated. I got other things to do, real-world, practical things. If I hadn't written the HT myself then, would going to church or chanting have taken care of it?

I'm perfectly okay with what I believe in and I do pray in my own way. I appreciate every prayer that you say on my behalf and for me, just dun, dun, dun pull me into your particular religion now. It's the last thing I need and the sure-fire way of making me DL.

A GP whom a friend introduced was bad enough at being helpful but towards the end, when it was pretty obvious we ain't getting anywhere, he asked if I were a Catholic. If I were one, he will ask me to pray. Turns out he is a very devoted Catholic. What is this...like DUH. Is someone going to die or is not worth saving because he/she does not belong to your religion? Must it always come back to religion in the end?

Let's just all pray in our different ways okay. Your prayers matter to me and I believe in prayers. I just resent it when you expect me to adopt a particular mode of praying when I've already got one.

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