make a memory

mood: sullen/confused
background: Make a Memory by (i shit you not!) Bon Jovi

i've been wanting to blog for the longest time. sadly, i just haven't got the time to sit down and write anything decent of an entry.

decided to write snippets down on my journal. average four lines per entry.. rather short for someone who talks like me.

recently i found new friends. its funny how you find these guys and you just want to spend every moment with her.. i mean them! hahaha... sometimes things work out really well.. other times, well... they just don't.

i've always thought that friendships and/or relationships in general thrive on the differences rather than similarities.. but then it's funny how things are started by what you share in common. (**hmm.. that almost sounded profound. too bad it doesn't make sense). a point will come though, at least in my experience that the differences (i.e. coming from different worlds, etc) will inevitably shatter you back into reality. (**too dramatic). wake you up back to reality. (**sounds better).

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i'm reading a book by Malcolm Gladwell called "blink". i really find it interesting as i associate so many of my past experience with what the book is talking about. i have always highlighted how the seemingly blink of an eye, day-to-day decision plays a crucial (**central even!) role in where you are right now. and these are the littlest things.. what you ordered for lunch on a particular day, deciding to go to a party you initially didn't want to go to, what shirt you wear.. i firmly believe that these seemingly mundane things add up and equate to where you are.. e.g. if i had not worn my blue shirt to my first job interview, i probably won't be exactly who i am right now... i don't know how.. but that's my gut feeling.

and that's exactly what blink talks about, your gut feeling and how it works. amazing.

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for some time now, i've been thinking of writing a book. i figure that i'd probably have something interesting to say.. operative word is probably.. i can't quite explain what fulfillment i get in writing. it's just something that i sincerely enjoy. not writing per se, but story-telling. i love telling stories and i seem to never run out of them.

there are a few who are much better at this than i am, more energetic, funnier, accurate.. but i doubt that none share this love for story-telling the same level that i do.

a lot figure me as a talker.. but i always think of myself as a listener first before a talker.. and that's because i like to absorb (**steal is a more apt word) other people's story for my chance to tell on my own chance. that's probably how i am..

and it's funny because with my bad memory, i tend to repeat stories.. and people just find that weird.. and i realized that i have the tendency to tell the same story over and over.. and i recently realized that i tell it the same way. exactly the same way..

has it become an act for me? well, i've always wanted to be a stand-up comedian.. but apparently you need to be funny for that.. an insignificant requisite if you ask me..

a few things i read recently which i won't want to forget..

"the glass will always be either half full or half empty..
for me i guess it depends on what you're drinking"