Last time I talked about my idols, which ended-up listing two quite surprising people. Now, allow me move on to something more interesting: who, among all those “omg he’s cute” “mine, mine!” and “i love him”, will rank head and shoulders above all?
After some serious soul searching (along with suspiciously giddy grins), I finally found my answers. I so want to marry the following people:
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Who am I?
“Hi, thanks for coming,”
He extends his hand.
“It’s so nice to meet you!”
As I did mine.
Our hands touched,
up, down, up, down,
they shook…
So that’s how it went,
and more,
Roger Federer,
it certainly was a pleasure.
Just saying.
Nineteen. Nineteen. Nineteen.
And then twenty.
Soon.
Oh shit.
Words,
what words?
Isn’t life enough?
It has been 6 years, but I still love you Kuroro.
And you have no idea how much.
(Taken from koony.)
I know I once was not,
and so, that I will someday not be,
becomes easier to grasp.
I hate September.
I wanted to go back,
I do not want to want,
to go back.
To September,
To September,
Then,
And now.
I goddamn fucking hate ambition centered on shortcuts.
I’m tired of being surrounded by pretentious and overly ambitious ass-kissers discussing topics they neither care about nor understand.
I wish people would stop thinking and just live.
Thank you, Jean-Luc Marion. I did not understand what you said, nor do I think I would agree if I did, but you gave me a glimpse of the sheer depth of Philosophy today.
And it’s beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
For the first time in ages I actually want to read, to learn the ideas of long-dead philosophers and to see what is possible.
This entire thing made me feel like someone hanging on to a hot air balloon helplessly, the strong wind tossing me left and right, as I asked myself again and again why I ever decided to do this. But in this crazy adventure I nevertheless saw the a wider perspective of the world below, with the once disjointed details weaved into a coherent whole and the once ignored aspects coming to life.
I want to do it again, to see this beautiful view again, but more than anything else, I would like to learn how to fly.
No longer Super Sammy, I am now contemplating another SS: being a super senior.
The plan: Additional minors in Economics and Philosophy.
Additional information: I am now minoring in Finance.
How can one demonstrate a totality of past realizations, the entire process that led to it now forgotten? How does one say, credibly, that one just feels it, and that when one says that it does not mean no thought entered to it? That one wasn’t stating a position one got from nowhere, but in fact from a complicated somewhere?
How can one explain that one wants to see, not just hear? That one wants not only to think, but to live? And that one is only beginning to understand all these?
Tell me, how?
Afraid of a love affair,
But I think you know,
That I can’t let go…
You’re becoming my devotion,
There’s nothing I can do,
To stop this love for you…!
here I go again,
my my,
how can I resist you?
