"If you're going through Hell, keep going.": 74 - Just a tiny bit tired of waiting...

About Me.

Background

My name is Michael Rivera and I am a Filipino-Chinese, 18-year-old student living in Canterbury, but originally from Hong Kong. My parents divorced when I was two, and when I grew up, there were two sides of me: the wild, outdoorsy, gutsy side, and the conservative, intellectual, scholarly side. I spent two years living beside a beach in the countryside. It was then that I learned how to swim, how to fish and how to ride a bike. I love the outdoors, especially when having barbecues and hiking. Outside of that time, my more studious side of me reads, writes, and has a great interest in a broad range of subjects including: television and film, travel, anthropology, human cultures, linguistics, food and drink, psychology, philosophy, literature, forensics, Greco-Roman mythology, European history and politics, South American culture and geology. My deepest love goes to, well, my best friend. But the love that exists just a tiny fraction below that amount of love goes to television series, beautiful beaches, lime margaritas, and books considered classics.

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E-mail: scylla.michael.charybdis@gmail.com

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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

74 - Just a tiny bit tired of waiting...

Everybody around me knows that whether or not I'm funny on any particular day, at any particular moment, depends on my mood there and then. Everyone knows I'm only talkative when I feel like it, everyone knows I'll only lend a helping hand when I think life is great.

Why do I have these rapid mood swings? How is it possible for me to be fucking ecstatic one day, and drastically miserable the next day, hopelessly gawking at a person I admire in one hour, and viewing him as a total douche the next hour, and to be completely angry at someone one minute, and totally forgiving the next?

But you know, I would never give up my personality. People think it's interesting, and I think it entertains me too. It just gets a tad bit on my nerves sometimes. As well as those of others.

I just found out someone I knew blogged as well. She's quite close to me, and I found out that in her blogs (as I was snooping around through the archives), she mentions the search for love, and the battle against loneliness, predominantly.

My search for Somebody has always been there in my heart. But my head tells me to just wait.

Just wait... wait for that Special Someone Out There For Me.

I just wish I could know now where that person is. I wish I could learn when and where I will meet him or her. I want to know how much longer I freakin' need to wait.

4 comments:

J.J. in L.A. said...: Michael,

Take it from this 44 (soon to be 45) year old. You'll probably meet many somebodies before you meet that special someone. How can you know that person IS the one unless you meet a lot of someones? It happens, but it's rare.

You're still young. Give it time.; April 29, 2009 at 11:28 PM
Madame DeFarge said...: Michael - I'm with JJ. Actually, I think there can be several special someones, at different times, but you need to kiss a lot of frogs before you meet the handsome member of a royal family.; May 1, 2009 at 9:56 PM
Prash said...: I second the thoughts of Madame DeFarge and I strongly believe Prince(ess) charming doesn't exist !; May 6, 2009 at 8:02 AM
Writers Block said...: Agreed - best to practice first!

Anyways - something else for your trophy cabinet: http://my-writersblock.blogspot.com/2009/05/kreativ-blogger.html; May 7, 2009 at 11:56 AM