"There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired." 

Gatsby yearns for Daisy, Myrtle for Tom, everyone lusts after the elusive American Dream, and its promises of the Golden Boy and Girl. consequently they are all kept busy.. ironic isn't it, when all they pursue are either ethereal or too shallow, too intangible to be kept close. Gatsby.. he does not tire of his pursuit of Daisy, even til his death he remained a fool. Owl-eyes phrased it all too succinctly for me.. 'that poor son of a bitch'. in the end i realize that they are tired and dissatisfied with what they have because of the inherent superficiality of their desires. 

so many paradoxes in a seemingly simple utterance by Nick, i think this is by far the most resounding quote of TGG that got stuck in my head the 849327594076th time i'm reading it. everytime i read TGG i take away a different thought, it's so amazing. 

at this point in my life, thrills are but illusory.. i can't see what they promise, they elude me.

lit lesson was especially intriguing today. jwei and i had our usual consultation sessions with Mrteo at the treehouse post-lesson for our h3 writeups and chats about life. 

i find it disturbing that i keep seeing similarities between daisy buchanan and i as we go through the great gatsby during lessons. flighty, flighty, flighty. quote 'it was all very careless and confused. they were careless people, tom and daisy- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made...' it just scares me that sometimes my lack of groundedness, for lack of a better word, bears the slightest resemblance to daisy. it was then and there, reading through nick's soliloquy that i made up my mind to be more responsible for my actions. 17 this year, no more shit.. can't use the lack of maturity as an excuse. 

on the other hand, jwei had a worse parallel with Ferdinand that got Mrteo all interested, so our lit consultation evolved into a gossip session. the jealousy of Ferdinand has no bounds [and jwei's, presumably :D] 

new blog new start. now if i could pick up from where we left off.. life would be just about peachy. 

hello hello, i miss you quite terribly.