Leaving this blog of mine derelict for almost a month is of a qualified reason; exams. Yes, the all-time-dread of exams are here, counting down 60 something days (or is it 50 something?). I'm scared to the max bearing in mind a few personal goals I sought to achieve and to believe. Being in juggler mode, of course, is tiring. Balancing work and studies at the same time has proven to be one mission consisting of many sacrifices, enorous effort and military discipline.
After starting to hate myself for being 10 times slackier than last year (yes, I'm honest), I'm now down with slight fever and a major fountain going on in my right nostril. And lecture hall EF which is usually stuffy feels inhumanly freezing today.
Bloody hell.
That's for all, a quick one before I head to bed.
And I'm reminded that I don't really need an iPad 2.
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Love Is In The Air!
I'll sing Haven't Met You Yet by Michael Buble for this Valentines.
For everyone who is celebrating, have fun but be safe!=D
For everyone who is celebrating, have fun but be safe!=D
Sunday, December 5, 2010
The Little Things That Makes Life Great
Very recently, I bought myself a tumbler to fill coffee to bring to college. Sipping coffee on the way to class, the warmth of the liquid which you can feel trickling to the inside, the breeze of the 8am morning air. It's perfection, a luxury, a simple one. Instead of gargling down large amounts of cheap coffee at home when I'm in a rush, I now have the bliss of enjoying my morning beverage amidst the daily hustle of life.
Oh by the way, the tall one is bird's tumbler. Mine is the Christmas Edition's, which I likey=)
It's one dose of energy for the day stored in a tumbler. One dose of daily supplement of simple happiness. One quick sip of bliss, one moment to kick start my day. When I arrive at class smiling and prepared, much of it, is owed to the drink which gave me my day. I love my mornings, and to you coffee, I call you love.
Little things in life, I took notice. You're just awesome.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Envelope
It was so close, that she could see the particles of dust upon the glass window panes. Outside, the street lights glowed orange. She felt the darkness creeping nearer by distance; the darkness of solitude she was so familiar with. The silence which works, walking in tandem added insult to injury. People were from far, she closed her eyes trying to recognise the voice she knew by heart in the midst of whispers. But nowhere could assurance be found. Nothing came.
She knew how agony cures another; it is all feelings in the end. Since the start. Allow the flesh receive similar as the heart could bear, she would want to do, and with vengeance so sweet. Stealing is a crime, that when your heart could no longer throb in your body because it has been stolen.
It was the sound she had been yearning to hear, regardless the words. Substance has been long disregarded, the aftermath had took place by default. Everyone should know, but she knew better. She was enveloped with immense pleasure when she saw the blade penetrated the mass of soft meat, the splatter of blood which rained on her face, crimson. It was a toast of a celebration. Like how everything works, it is the death of one, with the birth of another. The person she knew well died that day when the heart was stolen away; the birth of another is one creature without a heart.
She has got the courtesy to change the sheets and clean the floor. As water washes away the blood, she realises she has a larger burden to dispose of now.
She knew how agony cures another; it is all feelings in the end. Since the start. Allow the flesh receive similar as the heart could bear, she would want to do, and with vengeance so sweet. Stealing is a crime, that when your heart could no longer throb in your body because it has been stolen.
It was the sound she had been yearning to hear, regardless the words. Substance has been long disregarded, the aftermath had took place by default. Everyone should know, but she knew better. She was enveloped with immense pleasure when she saw the blade penetrated the mass of soft meat, the splatter of blood which rained on her face, crimson. It was a toast of a celebration. Like how everything works, it is the death of one, with the birth of another. The person she knew well died that day when the heart was stolen away; the birth of another is one creature without a heart.
She has got the courtesy to change the sheets and clean the floor. As water washes away the blood, she realises she has a larger burden to dispose of now.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Balance
I have deleted so many entries yet the frustration still lingers. As much as I want to express myself freely in my own damn blog, I also know the certain level of privacy that I must have in order to protect myself. So it's a choice between venting out the temporary anger I harbour or to shut up and make everybody's lives easier.
ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!!
In short, I feel so lonely here.
ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!!
In short, I feel so lonely here.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Sex Appeal
Maroon Five has got it all. Everything to make music worth listening. I love them, and I love the music more. Most importantly, I love it when the music makes me high.
For one hell of an orgasmic music ride, try Give A Little More. Thanks Darryl. =)
For one hell of an orgasmic music ride, try Give A Little More. Thanks Darryl. =)
Friday, September 24, 2010
Random Random
I don't recall how the week started, but I remebered it was when Ms. Sharon told me to end my party life after Wednesday's Land tutorials. I am really intending to reduce, by all, most means of entertainment if possible and human. Of course I will still continue to Facebook daily and I have no intentions of abandoning my blog, which has started to grow some of its underlying roots in me. I will CSI my way crazy if appropriate, and of course, I have my Rotaract commitments to adhere to. Therefore, it will be near impossible to end all, to the extent of revisions lat year. But it is possible under coercion, which doesn't anyhow happen now. Therefore the skiving and spacing out once in a while. Nah, no worries, I'm not those dreamer who sleep for decades in stark failure. I cried when I got a B in Common Law, that kiasu.
I had a slight migraine this afternoon in which I blame McD's coffee. Installation Night is soon and I miss shopping so much, that I'll be soon showering money on clothes and shoes for the dinner. But good news is many of my friends are positive of me receiving the rebate for top 10 students that I won't believe until I see physical evidence. If so, I will be splurging that amount on something gadget-y: Macbook or iPad, whichever comes to me by instinct.
So when I took Criminology as an elective this year, I took it based on pure interest, and I always believe that if one has the inherent interest in something, one will do well because one will be motivated by his discourse of questioning oneself, discovering the unknown and questioning the non-beliefs. People often talk about relevance, scores statistics, annual graphs on passing rates. Then the question of achieveing what's practical and realistic comes into picture. I don't care about all these, as I believe so in myself. To be accountable to my principles. It's not because many seniors who I've know who obtain As which motivated me to take, nor whereby I want to be a criminal lawyer. Not so whatever. I don't even understand why I'm doing so, so mouthed easily by words, but it's true. The reality of the working life later in which everyone aims at when going there, doing what, earning how much, doesn't appeal to me at all. If given me the chance, I would have studied my whole life, motivated by my basic hunger for knowledge and the thirst for infinite sources. It's ideal virtually, but realistically, one have to perhaps allow patience to harbour long enough. I have no idea what the future awaits me, but the most I can do now, is to practice what I'm obliged to, which is to be a student, in which I carry out my responsibilities properly and whole-heartedly, in order to be the best of me.
Thus ends my very very random self-containing post, my apologies yea, if one regard it as an eyesore. Your problem though=P Nights.
I had a slight migraine this afternoon in which I blame McD's coffee. Installation Night is soon and I miss shopping so much, that I'll be soon showering money on clothes and shoes for the dinner. But good news is many of my friends are positive of me receiving the rebate for top 10 students that I won't believe until I see physical evidence. If so, I will be splurging that amount on something gadget-y: Macbook or iPad, whichever comes to me by instinct.
So when I took Criminology as an elective this year, I took it based on pure interest, and I always believe that if one has the inherent interest in something, one will do well because one will be motivated by his discourse of questioning oneself, discovering the unknown and questioning the non-beliefs. People often talk about relevance, scores statistics, annual graphs on passing rates. Then the question of achieveing what's practical and realistic comes into picture. I don't care about all these, as I believe so in myself. To be accountable to my principles. It's not because many seniors who I've know who obtain As which motivated me to take, nor whereby I want to be a criminal lawyer. Not so whatever. I don't even understand why I'm doing so, so mouthed easily by words, but it's true. The reality of the working life later in which everyone aims at when going there, doing what, earning how much, doesn't appeal to me at all. If given me the chance, I would have studied my whole life, motivated by my basic hunger for knowledge and the thirst for infinite sources. It's ideal virtually, but realistically, one have to perhaps allow patience to harbour long enough. I have no idea what the future awaits me, but the most I can do now, is to practice what I'm obliged to, which is to be a student, in which I carry out my responsibilities properly and whole-heartedly, in order to be the best of me.
Thus ends my very very random self-containing post, my apologies yea, if one regard it as an eyesore. Your problem though=P Nights.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Point Me Blank
Nowadays, the most exhilirating part in life I get is the freedom to drive. I'll spend time alone on the roads, listening to music and indulge myself in solitary serenity. Not to mention, the breathtaking moments of driving and seeing stretches of roads unfold by layers in front of me.
I guess being an individual with a strong sense of self belief leads to somehow, narcissism. I think I'd date myself again and again and I'd be so pleased and all. Afterall, I like to do things alone; without the hustle of company and the jerking sense of non freedom.
Side note to that, I emptied half a tank of petrol in two days for driving to Kuchai Lama and KL and to PJ. So gonna get killed.
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Had a great weekend over in Camerons with college friends. Despite the fatigue, I'm still looking forward to life after all these.
Stay tuned peeps.
I guess being an individual with a strong sense of self belief leads to somehow, narcissism. I think I'd date myself again and again and I'd be so pleased and all. Afterall, I like to do things alone; without the hustle of company and the jerking sense of non freedom.
Side note to that, I emptied half a tank of petrol in two days for driving to Kuchai Lama and KL and to PJ. So gonna get killed.
*
Had a great weekend over in Camerons with college friends. Despite the fatigue, I'm still looking forward to life after all these.
Stay tuned peeps.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Deliverance
During afternoon nap, I had a dream which stood vividly in my mind.
I was in a swimming pool with a dozen men, and then, God gave me a test of temptation. I was at the edge of the pool and God gave me the choice of to take the plunge, or to resist it. I gave in, and dove into the water. But the 6 feet depth turned into a four storey deep plunge. I found myself ascending to the bottom, far away from the light above. It was when I reached pit bottom I was able to swim back to the surface. During the way back up, God told me:
'As I have saved you this time, I can also unsave you the next.'
Then I felt a force on my right shoulder which prevented me from resurfacing, and my vision went foggy. It was then I realise how is it to lose spiritual direction: blurred and burdenful.
I woke up in sweat, but I remembered the message well.
I was in a swimming pool with a dozen men, and then, God gave me a test of temptation. I was at the edge of the pool and God gave me the choice of to take the plunge, or to resist it. I gave in, and dove into the water. But the 6 feet depth turned into a four storey deep plunge. I found myself ascending to the bottom, far away from the light above. It was when I reached pit bottom I was able to swim back to the surface. During the way back up, God told me:
'As I have saved you this time, I can also unsave you the next.'
Then I felt a force on my right shoulder which prevented me from resurfacing, and my vision went foggy. It was then I realise how is it to lose spiritual direction: blurred and burdenful.
I woke up in sweat, but I remembered the message well.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Lazy Afternoons
Took a nap at 11am under the spinning ceiling fan. Two mattresses merged into one. Listening to Queen and thinking about gays, jobs and pancakes. The air was definitely hotter than Mexico.
I'm speculating about Mexico.
But I can do a getaway there. Heard that Cancun is not bad for lazy afternoons like this, on a beach.
I HATE WORK. FUCK YOU WORK!!!!!!!
I'm speculating about Mexico.
But I can do a getaway there. Heard that Cancun is not bad for lazy afternoons like this, on a beach.
I HATE WORK. FUCK YOU WORK!!!!!!!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Like Mist
And it's hard for me to lose in my life, I've found outside your skin right near the fire, that we can baby, we can change and feel alright.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Oh! The Places you’ll Go!
By Dr. Seuss
Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.
And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. It’s opener there in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.
Oh! The Places You’ll Go!
You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
No! That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t.
I’m afraid that sometimes you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.
All Alone!
Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)
Kid, you’ll move mountains!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!
*Dedicated to Yoong Sin and Yong Ling: You are the ones who told me who I can be more than I am. And I appreciate that.
By Dr. Seuss
Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.
And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. It’s opener there in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.
Oh! The Places You’ll Go!
You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
No! That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t.
I’m afraid that sometimes you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.
All Alone!
Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)
Kid, you’ll move mountains!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!
*Dedicated to Yoong Sin and Yong Ling: You are the ones who told me who I can be more than I am. And I appreciate that.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
I Do It For Love
As I was taking my regular train ride to class today, lots of thoughts came to my mind. I remembered myself questioning them in the face of reality, why they did it? Do they regret doing so? And why? What drove them to do so?
That's very noble, I thought.
They told me they did it for love.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The Idle Mind
It's pouring outside, at this loony dark night. I thought I was supposed to be doing my assignments but whatever. My mood, doesn't sound pleased to be contemplating such works, or perhaps longing for a due break.
So I'm here, putting some lines in this space with hopes of easing my jumbled up mood or to activate my idle mind, I don't know. The feeling of awkwardness loomed these days, unnatural as it seems. Concentration just simmers as soon as it collects, pathetic. In critical periods like this, the last thing one would need, is a feeling that eats you from inside.
Rainy nights like this, makes me feel weird. I want to go out. Stand in the rain and let it drain away everything that I care about, let the thunder deafen the screams in my mind, amidst the blurred sight let me see myself only. Perhaps solitude can make one linger in profound sadness.
Tonight would be another sleepless night, or a sleep without a dream.
So I'm here, putting some lines in this space with hopes of easing my jumbled up mood or to activate my idle mind, I don't know. The feeling of awkwardness loomed these days, unnatural as it seems. Concentration just simmers as soon as it collects, pathetic. In critical periods like this, the last thing one would need, is a feeling that eats you from inside.
Rainy nights like this, makes me feel weird. I want to go out. Stand in the rain and let it drain away everything that I care about, let the thunder deafen the screams in my mind, amidst the blurred sight let me see myself only. Perhaps solitude can make one linger in profound sadness.
Tonight would be another sleepless night, or a sleep without a dream.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
LOL
The joke of the century happened.
I laughed like a moron.
And I think I need to stage my drama queen role.
OM*G. I feel I'm such a bitch.
I laughed like a moron.
And I think I need to stage my drama queen role.
OM*G. I feel I'm such a bitch.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Nice Things
Everything is OKAY now! Happy!!!!! Henry and I dah okay and my fever had ceased, and Michelle's blood count is going up again and she'll join us in class in no time. Best still, studies are going back to intensive mode as planned without any further interruptions. God's blessing eh?
Now that everything is okay, should I concentrate back on studies? Of course I should, what a stupid question.
Now that everything is okay, should I concentrate back on studies? Of course I should, what a stupid question.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
A Series of Unfortunate Events
I'm mean. I really am.
I've been sleep deprived and moody these days. I get upset and disappointed quickly not to say that I'm extremely snappish and it stems from my own temper being fluctuating and those events which nicely falls on the period where I'm having a swingy mood.
Not funny at all.
First of all, mocks, is haunting me. The idea of having the exams with less than one week of time to prepare simply just left me idealess where to start. Cliche to say but, so much to do, so little time. I've been slacking and work has piled up towards a tremendous extend. What pisses me off is that I'm not having to motivation to catch up and I blame temptations. And I'm actually lecturing my friends to start studying. Oh how oxymoron is that.
Then I had a row with my mum. We're not exactly in nice terms. Sigh.
Some articles and stuff disturbs me. I felt my distance with God had somehow widened, and I have to seriously meditate more on my faith. Nowadays my strength is easily shaken and I know, with God, everything is possible. I want everything to be true to me. I want my life to be meaningful but as I open my eyes to the world, it seems suddenly vague and surreal to reach an ideal image of life. Well, it seems that I've been expecting to much. Nevertheless, time with God is still a must and in the event men fail, God never does. He's still the best.
I have financial crisis. I seriously do.
I hate the feeling of feeling alone. It sucks.
I'm pathetic. I pray for a good day tomorrow. It has to be one.
I've been sleep deprived and moody these days. I get upset and disappointed quickly not to say that I'm extremely snappish and it stems from my own temper being fluctuating and those events which nicely falls on the period where I'm having a swingy mood.
Not funny at all.
First of all, mocks, is haunting me. The idea of having the exams with less than one week of time to prepare simply just left me idealess where to start. Cliche to say but, so much to do, so little time. I've been slacking and work has piled up towards a tremendous extend. What pisses me off is that I'm not having to motivation to catch up and I blame temptations. And I'm actually lecturing my friends to start studying. Oh how oxymoron is that.
Then I had a row with my mum. We're not exactly in nice terms. Sigh.
Some articles and stuff disturbs me. I felt my distance with God had somehow widened, and I have to seriously meditate more on my faith. Nowadays my strength is easily shaken and I know, with God, everything is possible. I want everything to be true to me. I want my life to be meaningful but as I open my eyes to the world, it seems suddenly vague and surreal to reach an ideal image of life. Well, it seems that I've been expecting to much. Nevertheless, time with God is still a must and in the event men fail, God never does. He's still the best.
I have financial crisis. I seriously do.
I hate the feeling of feeling alone. It sucks.
I'm pathetic. I pray for a good day tomorrow. It has to be one.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Weekend Project
Of all my sleeveless tops, I decided to organise them in a better way. Hence from this:
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nice ^^ me love. I rolled them all up and stuck them nicely into a shoe box. Someone told me look like panties =='' but nyah nyah~ I like la.
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nice ^^ me love. I rolled them all up and stuck them nicely into a shoe box. Someone told me look like panties =='' but nyah nyah~ I like la.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Signs on the Road
Dance as though no one is watching you; love as though you have never been hurt before, sing as though no one can hear you, live as though heaven is on earth.
-Alfred Souza
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Pride and Prejudice
I watched it on TV after so long reading the classic and wondering how it would look like on screen. I know it's like ages ago since it was screened but so what lol. And it paid off cause I enjoyed it very much, and was kinda moved by their manner of speaking and conduct. Anyway I am always kinda into all these classic and literature stuff and all, baroque music and whatever which are medieval and old. Well, they carry some sort of exotic substance, can't explain by words. A superior feel =P
If love isn't circumstanced; if it were to be pure and absolute in its undefinable manner; if it is not subjected to ruthless untruths; if it shall foresee a future, then it shall be beyond reason to allow freewill of affection.
There you go my friend, let go and start another. Plenty of fishes in the ocean. =)
If love isn't circumstanced; if it were to be pure and absolute in its undefinable manner; if it is not subjected to ruthless untruths; if it shall foresee a future, then it shall be beyond reason to allow freewill of affection.
There you go my friend, let go and start another. Plenty of fishes in the ocean. =)
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