| Strawberry Shortcake: How to Love a Woman (and All You Will Ever Need To Know) |
[Jan. 14th, 2009|11:45 am] |
From page 100 of Haruki Murakami's "Norwegian Wood", my 2nd favorite book from the author. :)
“… So I made up my mind I was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally three hundred and sixty-five days a year. I was still in elementary school at that time — fifth or sixth grade — but I made up my mind once and for all.”
“Wow,” I said. “And did your search pay off?”
“That’s the hard part,” said Midori. She watched the rising smoke for a while, thinking. “I guess I’ve been waiting so long I’m looking for perfection. That makes it tough.“
“Waiting for the perfect love?”
“No, even I know better than that. I’m looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat strawberry shortcake. And you stop everything you’re doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortcake out to me. And I say I don’t want it anymore and throw it out the window. That’s what I’m looking for.”
“I’m not sure that has anything to do with love,” I said with some amazement.
“It does,” she said. “You just don’t know it. There are times in a girl’s life when things like that are incredibly important.”
“Things like throwing strawberry shortcake out the window?”
“Exactly. And when I do it, I want the man to apologize to me. ‘Now I see, Midori. What a fool I’ve been! I should have known that you would lose your desire for strawberry shortcake. I have all the intelligence and sensitivity of a piece of donkey shit. To make it up to you, I’ll go out and buy you something else. What would you like? Chocolate mousse? Cheesecake?’”
“So then what.”
“So then I’d give him all the love he deserves for what he’s done.” |
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[Sep. 24th, 2008|12:19 am] |
I'm really getting old, you know. But as they say, Age Is A State Of Mind. (Do not ask me what stage I'm in!)
My budding interests do not reflect my real age! Instead of feeling and experiencing, the river has started flowing to creating and building. And it is starting to flood! Good thing I'm damn good at being a beaver.
It'a good thing too, you're a crazy b*tch who makes me laugh with all your megaphone decibels of expressing your thoughts and emotions. And I'm really happy that you're starting to trust me the way I trust you. Bah, told you it's normal at the start of every relationship.
Whenever I'm alone with you... You make me feel like I am young again... :)
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On the other hand, this really makes me feel special. Really. I think. HAHAHA thanks for trusting me enough to post this! It's a good thing you know, trust :p WE SHOULD PRACTICE IT MORE OFTEN, MEG!
meg
are you free sunday?
cat, my really good friend
wants to meet you
i wanna take you to her mom's cafe
in merville
and try her
pinggoy
i'm kinda intimidated with the wants to meet you part
haha
meg
salad with mango vinigrette (did i spell it right?)
pinggoy
vinAigrette
meg
she's been a witness to my years of dating mishaps
thanks for spelling correction
so i need to introduce you
pinggoy
haha
okay :)
meg
and when i say years of mishaps, i mean YEARS of dating MISHAPS
hahahahahahahaha!
from dating japanese models wearing plunging shirts
pinggoy
didnt you wanna hit that
oh yeah
so i'm like the fluke, eh?
thanks.
meg
you're the anomaly |
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