• H2o
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      • In response to: "What do you do on the side?" Massage. Sorting valuable paper. Yoga. Smirking uncontrollably while answering plinky questions. (◑‿◐)
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    • Things I Have No Patience For

      • I have most of my bad karma for snapping at people on these events:


        Standing at the Gates of Hell

        I have gathered a lot of bad karma for snapping at people on these occasions:

        DOUBT
        Nothing is new under the sun and everything's been covered. Pick a book that gives you the QUICKEST answers that you need, and follow it until you need another manual. ALWAYS go for the easiest option. Anything to remove yourself from the impotence of doubt.

        It is always better to do and believe in something and prove its validity as you go, rather than mope around between three shades of blue nail polish.

        SLACKING ON THE SHOW.
        So you thought you made the right decision, and have paid for your semester/wedding/time. Then stick to it.

        Having second thoughts after you've decided on something is just selfish. If you had to slack, do it after the show.

        Finish what you've started, and do it as well as you can. Actually, the more uncomfortable you are, the sooner you'd want it to get it over with. So be grateful for discomfort.

        Just don't bail. It's the least you can do in courtesy to those who have trusted you with a chance to prove yourself worthy.

        REPETITIVE COMPLAINING
        Complaining is boring. You either do something about it or shut the fuck up. People do not enjoy listening to your whining unless you make a wonderful case of schadenfruede.

        Even so, schadenfruede is a demanding bitch. You need to be more and more miserable to keep it entertained. Hence, unless you have suffered more than the last time we talked, assume the stance of a wallflower please.

      • answered by H2o on 11/17/2011
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    • Who Knows You Best?

      • I have been stuck. So any question is as good as any.


        I judge how well someone knows me by the quality of connection we share.

        How well non-verbal cues and unspoken thoughts are caught between us. When incomplete questions are being answered fully, and rambling sentences are completed to the dot by the other person.

        The things that make us know each other so well is the level of empathy, that chemical mix in our brains that helps us feel what the other feels. Empathy is an awesome, badly presented mental skill. Nowadays, the word empathy is overused altruistic businesses that it's turning into a keyword for induced guilt trips.

        Order to activate an audience's empathetic brain, you have to first be naked yourself. And this is scary. Because you never know how well you look when you're naked. You never know how your audience will respond to what you show them. Worse, sometimes, no matter how much or how little you show, you still have to wait for them to process and assimilate and decide on whether or not your nakedness was worth their time or not.

        And you can't cheat on sincerity and nakedness. If ever there was a breath of insincerity, they'll sniff it off you and their decision will come harsher. Because that's their part of being an audience: Being kind enough to spare you an ear and few minutes to let you do your thing.

        So you can imagine the level of emotional and attentive investment from someone who knows you well enough to understand your non-verbal cues and unspoken thoughts. Who would put up with you long enough holding on to their shirt sleeves until you can float up again from the bottom of sadness, or share your happiness without envy.

        Right now, beside my clergy, Iskandar knows me better than anyone. And it's strange that I can't claim the same about them. I know other folks better than I know them. So maybe being known is like a chain of kindnesses. Something to pass on, not return.

      • answered by H2o on 11/14/2011
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    • How to knock yourself out in 3 mins or less

      • Napping

        Anapana breathing. It's focusing on the area around the nose, feeling where the air touches when I exhale, and where it is cool when I inhale. Just that. For a minute. Or two...

        It's usually enough to settle all the rushing energies inside. But if that doesn't work, I take the focus to the top of my head. Just around the crown. Then to my face, back of head, nape, shoulders, first right, then left. Then down the arms...aren't you asleep yet reading this?

        I almost diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid.
        *wipes drool*

      • answered by H2o on 08/14/2011
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    • risque

      • I hadn't seen him since he got married.

        But here, while we are alone, he tasted exactly as I remembered. Muscle memory dictating our limbs and orifices. We want this. We want more. We want to remember how good it felt. How important we felt. Important? No, just cherished for kisses that fit. Hell, something this good, why shouldn't we?

        The sharp inhale was the sound of a broken kiss. Like a sudden shower. It was cold. Alarming. Unwelcome. No, we haven't gotten thatfar yet. It was something angry and broken with grief. Of dear ones hurt if another kiss happened. And the nudge, we sensed, was going to overbalance.

        We had to break up. We did break up. And when each of us got on separate trains, back then and this time, it was not out of lack of love for each other. No, the kisses proved that love and want are still abundant.

        It's something else. Something sadder. Irrevocable. Finished. Gone. Inarguable. Like a death. Or a fetus. No more. No more. Never again.

      • answered by H2o on 08/14/2011
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    • This vice I treasure

      • Started smoking because it smelled like the first hug I had from someone. That's more than 15 years ago. Nowadays I smoke because I really like the smell of smoke. Kretek cigarettes are very aromatic, see?

        It's the smell of home, for a lot of Javanese; where nostalgia and mythical beings gather together, resisting forgetfulness and twitter and the inevitable rush of modernity.

        I realize that I myself am becoming one of those nostalgic characters and mythical beings. Age does that to us. I'm trying to resist forgetfulness. But my chest and pharynx get tired of trying to remember. Since the more I'm anxious, is the more I smoke, is also the more I need my respiratory system.

        Maybe one day, when I have given up, when I lose in the struggle for the survival of memory, or just be a memory...

      • answered by H2o on 08/13/2011
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