"If you're going through Hell, keep going.": oh my God

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.

Feel free to e-mail me if you have anything you want to share, suggest, criticize, inquire or comment on! :D

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

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Monday, April 13, 2009

70 - Ever kissed a stranger?

I've done this quite a few times in my life, and by golly, it's weird, exciting and nerve-racking all at the same time. It's even more distressing when it's in public, when you're not actually single (tsk tsk), when it's a member of the same sex, when you have to go to school the next day and face that person, when your mother sees you doing this, when you didn't actually know the person you were kissing wasn't that good-looking...

That didn't all happen last Friday night, but you get the picture - you can regret a spontaneous make-out session with a stranger. And I'm feeling that regret right now. I mean, when I woke up on Saturday morning, I could not believe what I had done.

Ah, well. It's all sorts of horrible now, but I'll be laughing about it soon enough. But for now, in my mind, I'm thinking... really, truly, SERIOUSLY, I'm not going to drink for a while, not until the 20th or so of May, when my examinations have passed. I do not need to be getting drunk and doing crazy stuff at this point.

Kissing a stranger... what were you thinking, Mike?...