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The Carrie Diaries Quotes – Author: Candace Bushnell

“Sometimes I think all the trouble in the world is caused by men. If there were no men, women would always be happy. ~Carrie”

“In life,there are only four kinds of girls:
The girl who played with fire.
The girl who opened Pandora’s Box.
The girl who gave Adam the apple.
And the girl whose best friend stole her boyfriend.”

“Funny always makes the bad things go away.”

“It was scary how a girl couldn’t live without friends.”

But every time I feel bad, I try to remind myself about what this little kid said to me once. She was loaded with personality-so ugly she was cute. And you knew she knew it too. “Carrie?” she asked. “What if i’m a princess on another planet? And no one on this planet knows it?” That question still kind of blows me away. I mean, isn’t it the truth? Whoever we are here, we might be princesses somewhere else. Or writers. Or scientists. Or presidents. Or whatever the hell we want to be that everyone else says we can’t.”

“If a woman could take care of herself, would she still need a man? Would she even want one? And if she didn’t want a man, what kind of woman would she be? Would she even be a woman? Because it seemed if you were a woman, the only thing you were really supposed to want was a man.”

“When it comes to people — don’t write about who you know; but what you know of human nature.”

” I don’t want to be a writer so I can write about my life. I want to be a writer to escape from it. Then you shouldn’t be a writer.”

At first, being with Sebastian was like being in the middle of the best dream I’d ever had – but now it mostly feels exhausting. I’m up one minute and down the next; questioning what I say and do. Even questioning my sanity.”

“Who am I supposed to be again? Just be yourself. But who am I?”
I can’t wait to get out of the house. I can’t wait to get out of here. I’ve been telling myself this all week. The ‘getting out of here’ part is unspecified, though. Maybe I simply want to get away from life”

“I have this theory: If you forgive someone, they can’t hurt you anymore.”

Rule#1: Why is it that the one time a cute guy talks to you, you have a friend who’s in crisis?
Rule#2: Humiliated best friend always takes precedence over cute guy.
Rule#3: Best friends always think you deserve the best guy even if the best guy barely knows you exist.
Rule#4: Best friends can also be full of surprises.
Rule#5: Always agree with your friends, even if it’s at your expense, so they won’t be upset.

I highlight an equation in yellow, thinking about how useless it is to highlight, It makes you think you are learning, but all you’re really learning is how to use a highlighter.

It’s a story I would never show anyone, because it’s too sappy, but I’ve never been able to throw it away. It scares me. It makes me worry that I’m secretly a romantic too, just like my father. And romantics get burned.
Still the Sam bubble had been punctured by Ryan, and then Sam was like a smear of wet soap. That’s all bubbles are anyway – a bit of air and soap.

“Liking the idea of a girl is different from actually liking a girl.” – Maggie

“I think if a guy says you’re interesting and a character, it means you’re special.”

But she never takes her husbands’ names. Mary Gordon Howard is a very great feminist. She believes that women should be able to define themselves and shouldn’t let a man take her identity.

Why are they doing this to me? I can’t explain it. It’s just one of those things girls do. But why? It’s jealousy. But I didn’t think it was jealousy. I thought it was more instinctual, like being a part of a pack of wild animals that drive one animal out into the wilderness to die.

But sometimes, you have to act the opposite of what people expect. They want you to go crazy. They want you to hate them. The more you hate them, the stronger they become.

To be friends with someone for so long, and then they do one thing, and it’s over. And they weren’t a bad person before. Or at least you didn’t think they were. So you have to wonder if that bad thing was always there, waiting to come out, or if it was just a one-time thing, and they’re still a good person, but you can’t trust them.

There are only 2 kinds of people who make great writers – great artists: those from the upper classes, who have access to the finest education – or those who have suffered greatly. The middle classes can sometimes produce a simulacrum of art , but it tends to be middle-brow or slyly commercial and of no real value. It’s merely meretricious entertainment.

The trick to being a queen bee isn’t necessarily beauty but industriousness. Beauty helps, but without the drive to get to the top and stay on top, beauty will only male you a bee-in-waiting.

…cooking is a great way to distract yourself from your problems while providing a sense of accomplishment. You feel like you’re doing something useful even though a few hours later you eat all the evidence.

You can’t steal someone’s boyfriend unless he wants to be stolen.

I have this theory: If you forgive someone, they can’t hurt you anymore


EAT PRAY LOVE – Tale of 3 Countries

A journey of the palate, soul and heart. Traveling to Italy, India and Indonesia to find her core, Liz Gilbert, was given the chance to be “alone”, to look for what is essential and find herself.

It was a good read especially if you are into traveling, journeys (literally or figuratively) and finding love. It also came to my life when I want to do something that I love – not that I’m ungrateful for what I have right now, but I also want to do something that brings joy and sends my adrenalin pumping like what I am feeling whenever I have done organizing my home or I have staged my home to entertain friends.

Lately I’m losing what I am essentially. I’m caught up with the many detours of deliverables which I have to do, not because I want to. But like the school kid that I was – I want to be the best in each task – but failing every time despite the “desperate efforts” to win. It came also during the time when what makes me happy was shown on TV ( My very own Passion Movement plug at Lifestyle Network ) and the time that I have to make a hard decision that can change lives.

Reading it was a personal journey – just like the author – but I would have wanted to eat Margherita pizza in Pizzeria da Michele in Naples, sat in a garden full of blooms in Bali or pray in a meditation cave in India. It will make you take a step back and introspect about your personal relationship with the world or with yourself or with God.

It discusses soul mate in a different light not in a fairy tale manner often written in love stories. What I have believed all this time is true after all: “you can never marry your soul mate”.

“A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave.”

In my mind, there isn’t one person who can fulfill all your needs – it’s not like Home TV Shopping line – “but wait there is more”, more of “there’s no more?” …. There are just aspects of your personality that some people can relate to, some who can’t. It’s as simple as that. You are lucky if you have found that specific person for your specific need. We are born for specific roles anyway.

There are tifosos (fans) whom you need to fill your self-esteem bucket … the cafones (assholes) who forced you to be strong and swim in life’s current … codega – “one who leads the way with a lit lantern and wards off thieves and demons”… guru – out of the darkness and into the light … Ketut – your medicine man … funny man – someone who makes you smile but takes no particular pull in the romantic landscape … name behind the ever available icon in your contacts- not appointments needed, no time required, just as long as you need him … the one that got away – self explanatory … solace – your hope in times of depression and a witness to a glorious past … bed buddy- cuddles you through the night … or simply a shopping companion – the one that agrees with you that there is still room for another one in your shoe cabinet and that you deserve it.

The book is real in many aspects because most of us can totally relate to it. Most parts of the journey is like a bitter pill that you have to swallow – something that is very hard to take in but is essential to get well.

The book’s beauty is basically seen through the many lines I have highlighted. Done differently from the other books I’ve read – I also marked the places , the food, the foreign words – hoping that it will come handy when I will be given the chance to visit the places.

I’ve only seen Indonesia – not impressive, though I was billeted in one of best hotels the place can offer – maybe because going to a place needs cultural immersion for appreciation. Visit the market, talk to the locals and be brave to taste the food – opening your senses to the different sights and sounds distinct to that place alone. All of which was lost in the millions of Rupiah that I had to count just to buy a toothpaste.

Along came something from the US from my Mamu, Dr. Edith Dalisay (where Liz was living all her life). After reading the book came the bracelet and accessories from Bali, Indonesia given by my good friend, Dr. Arnold Pineda. My bracelet from India came from Dr. Agnes Cruz from her trip to Agra. I got a Murano bracelet from Italy as well from Miles Sabaricos from her European vacation last year. Does it tell me anything? Mere coincidence? Maybe – but then again – “God long ago drew a circle in the sand exactly around the spot you are standing right now.”

There are no coincidences. There is always a cosmic significance to a simple earthy event. Whatever you tell the universe, it will design ways to make it tangible, to make it real. Believe and pray hard … who knows? Love might be knocking on your door tomorrow when you least expect it.

Eat. Pray. Love.

Yummy. Mystic. Cheesy.