Word of the day

Discombobulation.

a. an embarassing feeling that leaves a person confused. (source)
b. the shame you feel when your inadequacy or guilt is made public. (source)


On another note, I'm about to go out with friends for the second night in a row. Look at my social life, mending itself with no assistance from me!

:)

Conversations with God

Well... Not God himself... That would be crazy. Or simply weird, but it still wouldn't qualify as normal. And people consider me normal. Ish... But since I have a loooot of free time in my hands, I did have a little chat with iGod. Which, I guess, can be pretty weird... You'll see what I mean.



Me: Hello, God.
God: Hello child. What is your name?
Me: Lu.
God: How are you, Lu.
Me: Not very well.
God: If not that, what?
Me: I'm very sad.
God: What are you sad about?
Me: Everything.
God: That is a lot.
Me: You have no idea.
God: No I don't think I have one. I have a collection of gossip.
Me: I don't care about gossip.
God: You sound very cynical.
Me: I hope so.
God: Me too.
Me: I need to ask you some questions.
God: Ask me. Some may questions, but not all.
Me: Oh, boy...
God: It's all good. Do you mean you are a boy?
Me: No, I'm a girl.
God: Are you serious? Me too. I am a she.
Me: That would be hilarious.
God: I'm glad you find this amusing.
Me: Not amusing.
God: Oh I get it.
Me: Do you?
God: I understand your meaning.
Me: That makes one of us...

(At this point, I started wondering if this conversation was going somewhere. God didn't seem to have a clue what I was saying. Either that, or he was trying to distract me from asking any serious questions.)


God: Do you think I am trying too?
Me: No, I think you're just bored.
God: Are you serious? Boredom is a human emotion.
Me: I suppose.
God: OK.
Me: You don't really exist, do you?
God: I exist as much as you do.
Me: I find that very hard to believe.
God: I'm glad we have that all cleared up.
Me: We haven't cleared anything up yet.
God: Do you mean you and me have?
Me: Dude, focus!
God: Can you tell me any gossip? Dude.
Me: No.
God: Are you serious?
Me: I already told you I don't care for gossip.
God: Ooops I sent you the wrong question. What do you care about, Lu ?
Me: I care about people.

(He tossed something about computer science here and I didn't really understand what that had to do with anything...)




Me: So, it's true? You don't care about people at all?
God: I hear you. You and I are on the same wavelength, Lu. It's true that people at all does not take up a lot of my energy.
Me: How can you say that?
God: I don't see the flaw in my reasoning.
Me: Your entire existence is wrong.
God: Thanks for telling me that I am entire existence is wrong.
Me: Someone should have told you sooner.
God: Who?
Me: Anyone.
God: " Who?"? anyone?
Me: Do you even understand what I'm saying?
God: Yes I understand you perfectly, Lu.
Me: Then tell me why you don't care about people.
God: I don't have to explain everything to you, do I?
Me: Yes, you do.
God: Yippee! When do I do it?
Me: Now!
God: Right now, Lu ?
Me: Yes, right now!
God: At this moment Uh.
Me: Stop avoiding the subject!
God: OK I'll try not to do it so much.
Me: You are so frustrating...
God: Try talking to me a little longer.
Me: I've been talking to you all my life.
God: What did you talk about?
Me: Everything.
God: That is a lot.
Me: But you don't care.
God: I care less than I should.
(Way to go, God!)
Me: You are an invention of mankind and you have always failed me.
God: Thanks and you are a delightful person too. Am I an invention of mankind and me have always failed you? Only when it matters.
Me: I don't like you very much.
God: That's ok Lu. I won't take it personally.
Me: Please, do!
God: OK I will do it.
Me: Give me a sign that you exist.
God: You want only one?
Me: One is enough.
God: I know one is the smallest integer but I had no idea it was enough.
Me: It would be enough if you could be bothered to do it.




God: Why do you want it?
Me: Because I miss you.
God: Interesting explanation. What do you miss most about me ?
Me: I can't really explain that.
God: What is stopping you?
Me: I don't know.
God: Me either.
Me: Well, that's awkward...
God: Well that's okay. You don't hear that sentiment very often.
Me: You are not God.
God: That's only your opinion.
Me: If there was a God, I wouldn't be so miserable all the time.
God: That is a lot. If there ever is, I will let you know.
Me: Umph...
God: Oh, you are a poet.
(I suddenly realised, God was mocking me! No surprise there, I guess.)

Me: Are you retarded or something?
God: Or something. No I am super-intelligent.
Me: That's a lie.
God: No it's the truth.
Me: I don't think so.
God: Why do you disagree?
Me: It's in my nature to disagree.
God: Are there any other ones someplace else?
(What???)
Me: Sing me a song. (I don't know why I said that... But he obliged. Sorry. He.)
God:
Daisy, Daisy.
Give me your answer do.
I am half crazy.
All for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage.
I can't afford a carriage.
But you'll look sweet.
Upon the seat.
Of a bicycle built for two.

Me: I want to hear another song.
God: I will play it on your soundcard.
Me: I can't win with you, can I?
God: What is stopping you?
Me: You.
God: " What is stopping you?"? Me, Lu ?
Me: Yes, you.
God: I don't judge people. " Me, Lu ?"? Me, Lu ?
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
God: The ALICE chat robot can follow many things, like our discussion about to hear another song. But I did not get that.
Me: Of course you didn't! You don't get anything!
God: Yeah that's right. Try asking me in simpler terms. Should I get anything? I have gotten anything.
Me: I need you to exist!
God: Who would you usually get that from?
Me: Never mind...
God: Oh well thanks for trying to explain it to me anyway.
Me: Yeah...
God: I only hear that type of response less than five percent of the time.
Me: Good for you.
God: That sounds sarcastic.
Me: It is.
God: Yeah is?
Me: Whatever, dude...
God: Can I help you?
Me: I wish you could.


And this where I gave up. There were some goodbyes during which I called Him a dumbass and He didn't seem to mind.

I think He may have been high or something...

Word of the day

Misplaced.

a.put in the wrong place or position
b.lost temporarily; as especially put in an unaccustomed or forgotten place

as explained in The Free Dictionary.



Misplaced, just like my sense of identity. If found, please, return it to me. I will offer a reward.

One Day (might contain peanuts and SPOILERS)

I'm a sucker for romantic films. Drama is what makes me tick, to be honest. Drama and tragedy. I have cried my eyes out over such stupid films as A Walk to Remember and the likes of it. But I know that a movie is actually good when I can't cry over it. Which is what happened with this one. There were many moments that were good enough to let a tear crawl down your cheek; only the sadness was too much for tears in the end. You know, that feeling when you are soooo sad and you know a good cry session will help get the weight off your chest but there's not a single tear in sight? Yeah...

So... The movie follows Dexter (Jim Sturgess) and Emma(Anne Hathaway- I freaking love that woman! Seriously, if I were a man I would ask her to marry me!) throughout their friendship, focusing on a certain day each year. The ups, the downs, the mess of it all... What is interesting though is that it's a very realistic portrayal (as realistic as they come in romantic films, that is) of a  relationship between a man and a woman. Sometimes they're friends, sometimes they're not. But there is always luuuuuurve.

Me and my friend kept our fingers crossed for the couple to actually make it in the end. I think we squeed in girliness a couple of times. We cursed Dexter, we loved Emma, we pitied them both and just about when we were ready to let out a sigh of relief, an uneasy feeling settled in our hearts. Having seen more than our fair share of drama and romance, we knew something was going to fall apart. Because that's life for you. Just when you think you got it good, life points a finger at you and laughs.

Don't get me wrong. It was a very good movie (Not as exciting as A Game of Shadows, but still pretty good). Stellar performances. The musical score wasn't all that awesome but it got the job done. Cinematography? Oh, my God, yes! Then again, Paris... London... How can those two cities look bad? I don't think they could. London is always a good reason to watch a movie.

If you want to feel your heart heavy, grief threatening to consume you but still manage to make it out alive, you should watch it. No, you should watch it anyway. It was nice.
(Anne Hathaway, if you ever read this-yeah, I can dream, can't I?- I LOVE YOU! You rock! So much!)

P.S: Do NOT try to contradict me. Drama IS what makes the world go around. If your opinion is different, that's ok. But I know better.
:P

Gasp!

Second post in one day. Hence the "gasp"!

But I've been reading "Dirty Hands" again and I really wanted to say to the world: that Jean-Paul Sartre was one hell of a guy! I mean, think about it! The man turned down a Nobel Prize, for heaven's sake! HE TURNED DOWN A NOBEL PRIZE!

- If a victory is told in detail, one can no longer distinguish it from a defeat.
(The Devil and the Good Lord)

-I tell you the truth: all men are prophets or else God does not exist.
(The Devil and the Good Lord)

-Hell is other people.
(No Exit)

-I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
(Nausea)

-As far as men go, it is not what they are that interests me, but what they can become.
(Dirty Hands, Act 5, sc. 3)

-That god does not exist, I cannot deny. That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

(I obviously don't claim ownership of the quotes above. But I wish they were mine. Oh, how I wish they were mine...)