Archive for September, 2008

:: unfold ::

September 13, 2008 at 1:50 pm · Filed under On Everything Else, On Music

I love Saturdays. Especially sun-shiny ones.

You see I am the bravest girl
You will ever come to meet
Yet I shrink down to nothing
At the thought of someone
Really seeing me
I think my heart is wrapped around
And tangled up in winding weeds

But I don’t wanna go on living
Being so afraid of showing
Someone else my imperfections
And even though my feet
Are trembling
And every word I say I’m stumbling
I will bare it all… watch me unfold
Unfold.

-Unfold-Marie Digby-

It just gets under your skin.

Give me time and i’ll unfold.

Random : I need to learn how to use the handbrakes.

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:: chasing cars ::

September 11, 2008 at 1:36 am · Filed under On Books, On Life, On Music

Physically tired, mind fully awake. A state i don’t quite want to be in right now. Drat academic journals.

I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They’re not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

Let’s waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

-Chasing Cars-Snow Patrol-

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People say, don’t wear your heart on your sleeve. I never really understood that. Why would one do that? Why WOULDN’T one do that? Displaying all the brokenness, the rawness, the fragile life of which it beats?

Why would people want to display their emotions openly?

It is sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
In following him, I follow but myself;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end:
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, ’tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

-quoted from Shakespeare’s Othello-

I agree with one of its definitions that say “revealing your heart makes you a victim”. Of course, i’m not taking it in the context of Othello right now, which speaks of betrayal and all that…heavy stuff. Just in case some literature buff comes after me. Lols.

I got enlightened when i recalled how God’s Word says, “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” (Matt 6:21)

In your heart, you hold precious things. Things that could cause potentially a lot of pain, should it be lost…or taken away. Why i agree with the Othello definition? Revealing your heart…or “wearing your heart on your sleeve” makes you a victim.

Because hearts get stolen.

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:: paulo, who? ::

September 8, 2008 at 10:16 pm · Filed under On Books, On Everything Else

I’ve bought his books to be given away as birthday pressies. And yet, I’ve never read them. Puzzling, kan? Maybe i should pick one up soon, before i get labeled as a hypocrite. But i heard his books are good. And i’ve not received any complaints so far ;)

I was just surfing the net and i came across one of his quotes :

When every day seems the same, it is because we have stopped noticing the good things that appear in our lives.

-The Alchemist-Paulo Coelho-

How true. I don’t think i can complain about being bored without feeling guilty anymore.

Because if there’s *nothing* to be excited about, at least He’s there. And He gives even better quotes than Mr. Coelho. I praise Him for that.

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:: uh-oh ::

September 5, 2008 at 3:41 pm · Filed under On Everything Else

I just permed my hair as a birthday pressie from Mommy.

I think i look like a sixties housewife right now.

No, i will not post pictures.

And no, i did not just go through some life-changing situation that required me to change the way i look.

I just had a serious case of being “itchy-hand”, that’s all. =/

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:: i like shopping ::

September 4, 2008 at 11:30 pm · Filed under On Everything Else

…but i’m NOT a shopaholic.

And oddly enough, i prefer shopping for OTHERS than i do for myself. Such joy i find in buying stuff that *i* like, hoping that *they* will like it..and then! The greatest joy is the passover :D

When people LEAST expect it, give them a present.

Works all the time ;)

My theory on buying gifts : Get someone something *you* like, and they’re bound to like it too.

Step 1 : Go to a store you like.

Step 2 : Think of the person really hard and get a feel of their interest and likings.

Step 3 : Consider something that they might like, but *you* like, most of all.

Step 4 : BUY.

Why? Do unto others what you want others to do unto you. You won’t want something totally ciplak or useless when you’re buying a gift for yourself now, would ya? Pick with love, babay.

Now, who loves being Santa Clause in September? Say “aye”! :)

Disclaimer : Only use these steps if you have no clue on getting gifts. If the person outrightly told you what he or she wants, please lah. Go buy the feller that thingamajig or that gal, her bangles. Don’t go totally outer-lingam. =.=” Writer holds no responsibility if recipient of your gift, disapproves.

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:: love on the side ::

September 2, 2008 at 2:57 pm · Filed under On Love, On Movies

It’s really just a mindless chickflick. This one. It’s about a girl (Eve) who pines over the town hemsem boy (Jeff) who only thinks of her as a little sister. When a hot woman (Linda) comes into town (who happens to be a lesbian), hemsem boy falls for her and competes for hot woman’s attention with Eve’s brother (Chuck). BUT, aha!, Linda is interested in Eve. Anyways, won’t give any spoilers away. It’s on StarMovies if you wanna watch it.

It’s a very simple movie. Not much substance. However, some of the lines captured me. And is producing some lingering thoughts. Happens when perception, experience and well, visual collides. Good lines in a movie is like…good lyrics in a song. They stick to you.

Jeff Sweeney: You need to find yourself a nice, decent boy.
Eve Stuckley: You’re a nice boy.
Jeff Sweeney: I know. And I feel decent around you.
Eve Stuckley: That’s what Linda says.
Jeff Sweeney: [frustrated] What’s going to happen between you and Linda anyways?
Eve Stuckley: [getting angry] I don’t know, but for once it’s nice to have someone beautiful notice me.
Jeff Sweeney: Well, you’re a nice girl.
Eve Stuckley: Nice isn’t enough.
Jeff Sweeney: Enough for what?
Eve Stuckley: Well, you, for one.

I always wondered on that one.

Eve Stuckley: I always knew that i didn’t have all that you wanted. But i also thought that just maybe, i had what you needed.
Jeff Sweeney: [remains silent]

Yep. That line’s gonna be pretty hard to beat, don’t ya think? I could go deeper into this. Like how, looks shouldn’t be everything. Or how girls genuinely believe…the person they’ve given their hearts to would accept them as they are. Or that deep down, guys just don’t know when to trust their own instincts and keep silent instead.

But i think i prefer having different ones build their own thoughts on this.

Watch this if you’re interested :)

Edited : One Happy meal with extra Hope, please. Can i have some Love on the side too? What? It costs only Faith? Wow, fantastic! ;)

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:: discipline ::

September 1, 2008 at 8:10 pm · Filed under On Everything Else

I find myself lacking it these few days. Especially when it comes to completing my pending 4 assignments that is due within these 2 weeks. Yes, it certainly sucks to be me. *shrug*

That was of course, with regards to managing the discipline of work.

I’m also learning the discipline of my body. Like, eating and sleeping at the right times. It was rather messed up since…well, my OA trip in April. Lols. I think i still owe Mr. Sleep a few hours. Just for the record, i had a WEEK’s worth of my green quota. My grand-aunt made some durian tempoyak and i must say, it was…ahbsolutely delicious. Even if it was an even uglier green than the usual that others have to force-feed into me.

Maybe it was the durian that helped. Hrm. *amused*

On a random note, I love Mondays. Especially when you’re not required to do anything. Like, go to school.

Thank You, God, for allowing Merdeka to be on a Sunday that we may enjoy the Monday. *grin* Staying in to read a book, lounge in front of the TV to watch Arthur & The Minimoys and taking a 2-hour afternoon nap. Ahhh…bliss indeed.

And so…the cycle begins again. Everyone, say hi to September. It’s the best month of the year ;) Really.

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:: welcome home ::

September 1, 2008 at 2:24 am · Filed under On Memories

It’s just different.

It shouldn’t be. But it is :)

Maybe synergy between different group of friends come later. I’m almost guilty that it feels a lot like relief. Or that i felt more myself than i’ve been the past week.

*From L-R : Buncit, Cute Neighbour & Tweety Bird.

Would it be wrong of me to say that it’s been ages since i felt so belonged? It almost makes me despise the idea of growing up and having to move into different phases and places.

I’ve missed you boys so. Thanks for coming home :)

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