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September 3 2008: General Veil Of Darkness
I realise that I’ve been rather circumspect when blogging in the past month or so. Personal entries have been few and far between - rather, I’ve been writing lengthy entries on broader issues, “how to” guides to everything from saving money to eBaying, and basically anything that avoids speaking too much about me and my life has been fair game.
There are two main reasons for this reticence. The first, my current lack of writing at length in English (my university classes this semester are primarily all in the Chinese language, so no essays in English) has meant that I need to get my rambling-at-length fix from somewhere. The second, I’ve not been particularly happy the past couple of weeks. For a while earlier this year, everything was peachy, but recently, things are dark, and I don’t do dark blogging. I find it hard to post rants about how bad everything is going, and how I hate the world, and general misery. That would be expressing feelings that I’m not comfortable sharing. Escaping the realities of unhappiness with impersonal entries about broader issues is a better option.
With this said, I do realise that I need to face and address the situation I’m in, for my own mental wellbeing if nothing else. So here I go, setting it all down in print.
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August 19 2008: QOTW: Buffy’s Relationships Are My Own
In keeping with yesterday’s vampiric theme, some fan rambling regarding Buffy Summers, vampire slayer extraordinaire. Her love life actually reflects my love life, and probably the love lives of many women out there. Yes, this is despite the fact that she dated vampires. I’m talking in general terms, mmkay?
- Random Flirtage (Scott, etc.): The randoms here and there in high/middle school that you have flirtations with. Nothing’s ever going to come of it, but they’re a nice ego boost while they last.
- Angel: The first true love. Eminently ‘unsuitable’ in other people’s eyes for some reason or another, whether it’s because they’re too old, too vampiric, too much of a bad influence, whatever. Yet, despite other people’s disapproval, you’re hopelessly in love with them. This love sticks with you forever, no matter how many others you find yourself with in the course of your life. You’ll never forget them.
- Parker: The rebound. Whether it’s a one night stand, or a slightly longer relationship. You don’t actually like them as a person. You’re in it for one reason only - they act as a balm for your injured emotions after the painful breakfup with the first true love.
- Riley: The all-around nice person, who everyone likes. When it comes down to it, you don’t actually like them - you try to convince yourself that you do, but really, they’re just good for filling in the space of “eminently appropriate partner” who’s the complete antithesis to your first true love. You’re with them because you think their niceness will be a nice change from the drama of your previous relationships, but inevitably, you’ll just get bored and personally sabotage the relationship.
- Spike: The adult relationship. It’s about passion, love, and explosive arguments with equally explosive make-ups. The emotions run so deep that you would do anything for the other person…even sacrifice yourself for them.
Have a think about it. It’s a little bit like a horoscope in that this theory could potentially be applicable to anyone, but it definitely works.
Question of the Week: Is this theory applicable to yourself? If not, is there some other media depiction of relationships that you can relate to?
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July 30 2008: I’m Smoking Hot
I knew I was hot, but I didn’t realise I was hot enough to start a fire!
While in bed with the fellow yesterday for an illicit midday tryst, we were doing that naked thing that people tend to do. You know, that thing, where you play Scrabble naked. Mmhmm, that’s it. Scrabble. Board games can be so fun.
Mid-doing-stuff, it became clear that there was something terribly wrong with the situation. We spring apart, jumping up and down on the bed because apparently, we’ve actually just set the quilt on fire, leaving a palm-sized burnt hole in it.
Granted, this burn isn’t from body heat and friction (though honestly, that was a distinct possibility), but rather from the quilt resting on the heater after some fevered activity had resulted in it being kicked off the bed. His place now smells like burnt goosedown, which is always appetising.
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