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May 4th,2011 Uncategorized | No Comments

The One with The Special Letter

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Since I am currently transferring all the blame of the “not blogging in ages” state to a new relationship I was experiencing lately, I thought that I should dedicate this blog to that. Throughout the past few weeks, I have found myself immersed in an ocean of emotions and intense feelings mainly directed towards writing 11,000 words of meaningful value in a limited period of time. I was finally starting to understand what it is like to be caught up in a love-hate relationship. From moment to moment I switched through feelings of immense satisfaction to colossal distress at running out of time. Eventually, it stopped being a love-hate relationship, and evolved to mostly hate. So here goes.

Dear Dissertation,

In a few days, things will be over between us, and I am so sorry to say that I feel no remorse whatsoever. If I cared enough I would bother saying “It’s not you, it’s me” but you have managed to entirely drain me of any semblance of emotion. Therefore I blame you for everything. Through your narcissism and endless desires you deprived me of my own. I had to give up any form of social interaction just to spend nights exploring your needs. I had to resist watching new episodes as soon as they came out, and instead watch them during lunch breaks. I resorted to researching powernaps and sleeping a couple of hours every night to make sure I satisfied your self-absorbing requirements.

Despite all this, I would like to thank you for heightening new senses of awareness. Thanks to you, after we break up I shall develop a new sense of appreciation for every night I spend out with my friends, and not typing away on my laptop. I shall never consume coffee again since in the past few days I believe I have consumed enough caffeine to last me a lifetime. I shall order a large number of books which have absolutely nothing to do with psychology or voluntary work and enjoy reading them without being so painfully hyper-vigilant all the time about extracting the maximum information from what I am reading. I shall never play bejeweled again. Ever. Because I will afford to take breaks longer than 1 minute.

Thank you for making me stay at home and spend so much time talking to people I usually don’t talk to. You helped me find worth in the people that society dismisses as failures. You made me reflect upon our sad human condition and transcend myself from any form of controlling framework which only crushes your false hopes and illusions. Through you, I discovered the power of a single encounter and how a person with independent beliefs can offer much more inspiration than the rest of the religiously brainwashed flocks put together. I experienced the most powerful empathy I have ever experienced in my life through a single teardrop. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to learn more about the processes of change than I have learned in my entire lifetime.

Of course, you may not necessarily have caused all these things directly, but then again, there are people who are blaming divorce for societal disintegration, so apparently now it is perfectly ok to make use of unrelated causalities.

In desperate hope of never meeting you again,

Chantelle

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April 14th,2011 Uncategorized | No Comments

The One with the Excerpt from an old diary

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I love this lecturer.  He has just said “When you were kids, they used to tell you that pi is 22/7.  That is not true.”

Mr Lecturer, when I was a KID I used to believe pie was FOOD and not 22/7.

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March 26th,2011 Uncategorized | No Comments

The One with 8 Random Thoughts

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1. Apparently, J K Rowling makes use of Irvin Yalom’s existential/humanistic theories in her Harry Potter books.  And a person actually chose to write a paper about this.  Which I am reading as part of my leisure time.  This should be one of the top 10 signs to help you realise that you’re becoming a geek - reading educational papers for pleasure.

2. Last Tuesday our lecture was cancelled.  For once, rather than being told that the secretary did send the email informing us that the lecturer was sick but that there must have been some technical difficulties, we were informed that the lecturer had absolutely no idea that she was supposed to be lecturing us. The utter absurdity of it all never fails to amuse me.

3.  If werewolves really existed and a female werewolf got pregnant, would the fetus constantly switch between human and wolf form as well during those 9 months?

4. Recently I had a dream in which I was attacked by a pair of ostriches while riding a small pink bicycle.  I tried borrowing ‘Existential Psychotherapy and the Interpretation of Dreams’ from the library to find out what this meant.  However, to my disappointment I found no mention of ostrich attacks in it.  Please do feel free to amuse me by offering any attempts at possible significances which such a dream could have.

5. Tomorrow is The International Day of Awesomeness.  Don’t forget to celebrate by just being awesome!

6. I have just finished reading Viktor Frankl’s ‘Man’s Search for Meaning’.  Although it’s an excellent thought-provoking piece of literature with a picture of a very pretty bird on the front page, I was a bit let down when I read that Viktor does not think that self-actualization is an attainable aim.  He explains this by giving the simple reason that the more one would strive for it, the more one would miss it.  Viktor in fact chooses to emphasize that self-actualization is only possible as a side effect of self transcendence.  Why, why didn’t anyone tell me this when I was 10 years old?

7. If The Secret has now been published as is actually accessible to everyone, why is it still called The Secret?

8. And finally… how come Roxette never seem to lose their awesomeness? :D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFXptNWaxfA

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March 9th,2011 Uncategorized | 2 Comments

The One with the Rightful Place for a Steering Wheel

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March 2nd,2011 Uncategorized | No Comments

The One with Dear Darth Vader

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Dear Darth Vader,

Now that I have spent a total of 2 days, 12 hours and 40 minutes feeling sick and experiencing deep pain whenever I try to inhale, I can totally sympathize with your breathing problems.

In fact, I feel pretty certain that if I had to wear a huge heavy mask in addition to staying in bed all day, sneezing every few seconds and coughing up what feels like dead frogs, I would be on the verge of choking someone as well.

So from now onwards, I am going to be totally empathic to your dark side.  And although I’m sure that you had a lot of other personal baggage in addition to your breathing problems (such as having your life partner die while giving birth to twins, one of whom will eventually end up becoming famous for wearing a gold bikini), I agree that you are completely justified in having a certain amount of issues.

If you weren’t a fictional character I would be completely willing to offer you free therapy in a few years’ time.  Although we would have to do something about that anger management problem first.  I really can’t have you choking me to death.  After all, I do have a huge orange cat to take care of.

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February 23rd,2011 Uncategorized | No Comments

The One with the Dummy’s Guide to Doing a Dissertation

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First of all, watch this for at least 30 minutes a day.  It WILL help.

Having a healthy social life? Yeah, forget that. But use your breaks wisely. Rather than playing tetris or Crazy Taxi over and over again until you beat your old high score, watch this. Or meet up with someone you enjoy spending time with, if you choose to be boring.

Endorphins and cortisol are two types of hormones in the human body which are in a constant battle against each other. Remember that you want the happiness inducing endorphins, so make sure you exercise, keep a healthy diet, maintain a good social network, laugh a lot, be positive, sing, dance, and practice any form of prayer or meditation connected with your spirituality (and remember that by watching this you will be singing, dancing, practicing a special form of meditation and laughing a lot.  It might also distract you from the tempting packet of maltesers leading to a healthy diet).

Avoid smoking, excessive use of alcohol, arguments, negative auras, repression of emotions and escapism. All these will indefinitely lead to further stress (But this won’t. Really.).

Plan a healthy diet intake from beforehand, else you will most likely end up undereating or overeating.

Exercise 2/3 times a week, even if the dreaded deadline is fast approaching. Exercise burns cortisol, which is the hormone produced when the body is stressed, and helps the body to release endorphins, which are a powerful means to feeling happy.

Plan ahead. Having 10 small tasks to accomplish may seem less daunting than having 1 huge infinite dissertation. Make a list and cross out the tasks you accomplish.

Use positive reinforcement. Set small goals to achieve every day and reward yourself every time you reach a specific goal.

And most importantly, live in the present moment. Rather than wasting time dreaming of shorts and swimming and sun and summer, find things which make living life worthwhile NOW. Make sure your day is balanced with enough happy emotions to make this possible. If it isn’t, then search for your own personal happiness inducing activities and make sure you engage in a couple of them everyday. These could range from talking to your best friend on the phone to watching an episode of your favourite tv series to going out for a run to this.

Good luck!

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February 23rd,2011 Uncategorized | No Comments

The One With Part 2 of Part 3

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“Do you really think there is only one perfect mate?”

“As a matter of fact I do.”

“But then how can you be certain to find them? And if you do find them, are they really the one for you… or do you only think they are? What if the person you’re meant to be with never appears? Or she does, but you’re too distracted to notice?”

“You learn to pay attention!”

“Then, let’s say, God puts two people on earth and they are lucky enough to find one another. But… one of them gets hit by lightning. Then what? Is that it? Or perchance you meet someone new and marry again. Is that the lady you should be with? Or was it the first? When the two of them are side by side, were they both the one for you… or you just met the first one first? Or is the second one supposed to be first? And is everything just chance… or are some things meant to be?”

“You cannot leave everything to fate, boy. She’s got a lot to do. Sometimes you must give her a hand.”

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February 6th,2011 Uncategorized | No Comments

The One with the Overturned Sofa

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Happy Christmas! :)

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December 24th,2010 Uncategorized | No Comments

The One with Part 2

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Part 2

Before entering the Sertium, I always believed that my life had something lacking which my future would fill. Even though the Sertium gave me friends, happiness, and power, there still seemed to be something missing. And I knew that I was fully determined to find that.

There had been a time when every time a Sertian and a Dasthian met, each tried to rob the other of his or her powers. In the end, both communities were on the verge of extinction, and finally a treaty was signed, saying that each community should not be hindered by the other, but left to survive on its own in any way it pleased itself.

The salty spray was rising higher with every wave that crashed against the rocks. My bare feet, dangling over the side of the high rock I’d waded my way over to, were already wet with sea water. The endless horizon was in front of me, and the sun was setting. Suddenly I felt someone lift me up, and I laughed, full of delight, and wrapped my arms around his neck. For a few seconds, we just stared into each others’ eyes. His black eyes were full of the intensity of his emotions, but easily betrayed the fear that was always at the back of his mind. After all, he was a Dasthian. In our world, we could never be ever truly together.

* * * * *

“A bird may love a fish, signore, but where would they live?”

“Then I shall have to make you wings!”

* * * * *

We were both staring at the lightning-struck tree, strangely lost in admiration at the destructive force of nature. Although standing so close to each other, I was fully conscious that we came from different worlds.

In one of his worlds, we were sitting on a wall before the New Year celebrations. He was explaining how we could never be together, because his path led somewhere different than mine. A couple of years later, I lost him forever.

Other worlds consisted of jealousy, treachery and a lack of communication. There would always be forces pushing us away from each other.

In another world he was full of deep thoughts, solitude, a desire to control, a search for truth, a search for security. Mine was a search for liberty. There was nothing I longed for more than to be truly free, free from criticism, free from routine, free from rituals, free from predictability.

Yet I wanted so desperately to bridge our worlds.

As we sat on a rock looking down at the world below us, I could hear music in the background, and far off fireworks exploded in a magnificent blend of colours every few seconds. The night sky was lit with stars. After a month of staring at fireworks and stars alone, I found myself lying on the ground, holding his hand, glimpsing shooting stars in the sky and feeling as if no moment could be more magical.

The next time fireworks explode, he will be in his own world, and I shall be in mine.

* * * * *

Staring down at the world below you

Yet enclosed inside yourself

Waiting, just waiting to be let free

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December 2nd,2010 Uncategorized | No Comments
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