Good things come in handfuls…

You know, it’s often very difficult to find someone who understands you. Someone you can relate to, someone to share something that you’re so familiar with, someone who can easily sympathise and empathise with your plight and pains. Perhaps that is why we so often find ourselves closer to people whom you can recognise is going through a very similar endeavour. Perhaps that is why we so often find love within people who we understand, and who understands us.

But, if you think of it, perhaps to find someone who can CARE for you… isn’t it the harder search? You can find someone who understands you, but not necessarily cares about you. You can find someone who can give you advices that are proper but never sincere, but it may be harder to find someone who gives wholehearted advices (albeit rather useless ones).

So what should it be? Someone who is almost you, or someone who loves you?

Haha, pardon my sudden outburst of nonsense, but I guess one can get carried away with a sudden bloom of thoughts. And Ju Ee had been saying that I’ve always started my entries with “I should be sleeping now but…”, so here’s to break the chain.

But if I may, and much to my apologies, go further on this subject of Understanding VS Concern, I may safely say that there’s almost no one who can understand this oddball of an idiot that is me (not that there’s anything to understand… but perhaps simplicity can be complex at times). It’s difficult, in certain times, to not have someone whom you can relate and talk to, and comprehend in return (notice that in my case, I use the word ‘comprehend’). I’ve often felt left out (feeling is useless; in fact, I KNOW that I’m often left out), lonely and utterly miserable.

No, I’m not going to deem myself unfortunate and alone, because – much to my luck – I’m very much cared for. I have a mother who’s protective, a brother who may be an ass but oftentimes caring and a dad who gives me a lot of trouble but loves me all the same. I have friends who gave me advice, helped me, made me laugh when I’m bitter and taught me things that I never knew I could learn (like playing DOTA).

I consider myself very lucky. Though one or 2 individuals who can understand my plights would do very well at most times.

What a great couple of days! I’ve never felt so elated and brimming in a while (even the Langkawi trip seemed to had served to mock my sorry existence). I’ll just call myself fortunately fortunate. They say good things come in handfuls (or showers, cascades, plethora, avalanche, Christmas, the toilet and the likes), and indeed they have… though one can’t really shake away the few stubborn bad stains that stick like a persistent love grass to someone’s sweat pants.

So the good things are:

1) A great day with Rachel.

2) I finally managed to fix my laptop’s resolution problem. Thanks to my pal Ryan here (next chee cheong fun is my treat).

3) A WIFI internet router doesn’t cost as much as I thought, so I may be able to coax my dad into getting one (FINALLY! To be able to use the net without fear that my bro will suddenly take over and disrupt my surfing. And I get to watch por-… er… porcupine documentaries).

4) The new Artemis Fowl book is out (*confetti*).

5) The fact that I will be getting the above said book in a month’s time (*champagne*)

6) Watched Russell Peters and had the best of laughs.

7) Animax is here. Been watching it every time I managed to get my hands on the remote.

8) Ate the best Yong Tau Fu EVER! Ampang yong tau fu? Meh. Puchong Yong Tau Fu? Now we’re talking <(^-^)>

9) Bro got great results for his exams! WOOOOoooooTTTtttt! (he even got a full scholarship at another college! Man I’m jealous…).

10) I’m writing with VIBE. It’s been a long while.

… and the crappy things:

1) Dad’s constant nagging about bro’s decision to continue his PT work when his classes start.

2) Dad’s horrendously troublesome and somewhat tedious (recent) passion for having as many fish-habitants as possible and fixing up the most complex and beautiful settings with them.

3) Dad’s method of fixing things that are not broke.

4) Dad using the most complicated methods to fix the simplest thing.

5) Dad’s “you don’t talk shit to me.” Which is getting very old, by the way.

(I can actually sum everything above under category ‘Dad’ and save a great deal of space).

6) Exams are starting in a week’s time.

7) I haven’t been studying.

8) My ‘The Matrix: Path of Neo’ game is broke.

9) Despite the VIBE, my writing is not improving.

10) My listening to my brother’s complains for almost 4 days in a row now (which isn’t all that bad, but it can get depressing).

The day with Rachel turned out to be the most fun I had in a while. We had lunch, and walked around the Bukit Bintang area looking at PC hardwares, figurines and books. And Rachel is great company; she’s a great listener (or rather, I was too talkative that day), she’s funny and she’s cheery. We had some laughs and talked a lot (though I forgot what we spoke about, but at the end of the day my throat was dry). I haven’t had a day like this since a year ago, when I went out with Amanda for a movie and lunch. I went home so complacent and carefree that I forgot to study (muahahaha).

And Rachel reads a lot (and I mean A LOT) of books, and she’s (thankfully) not one who’s only proud to stick to one certain author or series (“Harry Potter is KING! Nothing else but Harry Potter!” “Hey, hey, you gotta read Narnia man, I mean, it’s like, NARNIA!” Whatever). For the first time in my life, I’m being pointed out about books and authors instead of me doing it.

Note: I’ve met with people who are exasperatingly and annoyingly proud of ONE certain author or book series. They don’t read anything else, and they think that those series or authors are the epitome and lord of literature (it’s true, that’s what they announce to every person unfortunate enough to listen to them). Come on, I mean, they ARE good, but heck to denounce everything else as crap and their favourites Kind of Novels… I have only one word: you suck. You don’t know what the heck reading is in the first place. And heaven knows how fucked-up it is when you go around talking about the same novel and praising it until your saliva depletes. Sheesh.

(My apologies if you happen to be like someone above. But do understand that they had been tormenting me with immense aggravation from their constant bragging, and condemning of other books).

It’s getting late now, so I guess I’ll end it here. Happy Merdeka to my fellow Malaysians.

Goodnight people.

Word of the day:

explicate
To explain; to clear of difficulties or obscurity.

Song of the day: Rocking the suburbs by Ben Folds.

Anime of the day: Bokura ga Ita (We were there) ep 6.

Movie of the day: The Ant Bully (While somewhat imaginative and entertaining, the plot and theme fell into such stale predictability that it ruins the great setting and ideas. And perhaps one CG movie where the big name actors failed to convey life into their characters. 3 stars out of 5).