Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Oh-My-God
Today, I'm gonna pen this down into my history book.
This is one of the craziest thing we've done in our many episodes together!
I can never see you the same again. At least, virtually.
Oh Boy!
:p
This is one of the craziest thing we've done in our many episodes together!
I can never see you the same again. At least, virtually.
Oh Boy!
:p
Friday, November 20, 2009
2012
Though storyline seems too gimmicky and unreal....
For the thrilling, visually stunning CGI effects,
For the thrilling, visually stunning CGI effects,
And much Heartfelt catchphrases....
Not forgetting John Cusack...
The movie made an excellent, excellent disaster movie. Ahead of "War of the World", "Independance day" and "The Day after Tomorrow".
A good date on a good day. C u again dear love.
A good date on a good day. C u again dear love.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Spending time together is never enough
Cause love is very much like it...
"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void."
"So good night, dear void."
Kathleen Kelly .. You've Got Mail.
"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void."
"So good night, dear void."
Kathleen Kelly .. You've Got Mail.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
A quiet breath
This past week, I'm adjusting back. Also, I'm rediscovering how lovely it is to sit somewhere quiet with a good book, or movie, and breathe the morning fresh air and drown in my meandering thoughts. This has become a kind of solace for me, in odd moments of the day, when I'm overwhelmed by all the activities and conversations I find myself in.
Take dancing.
My feet have been set to dancing, since whenever. I don't truly know why or how. The music, the vivid vitality of it, just takes over my limbs and stretch turns into a sweeping up of the arms, into a fluid motion of arms and torso. And the legs brought up into a leap, and I'm off again. I can't explain it at all. I've been awkward before this, but I've always strangely loved dancing, and more or less jumped at any chance of learning dance, as terribly stiff as I've been. I'm always amazed at how graceful dancers are.
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I realise, quite depressingly, I've been distant from office to distract myself from musing over small things. I realise I can't please everybody. To be belittled and frowned upon my own choice of actions almost give me mental breakdown.
Í'm tired of trying too hard to make myself fit in and belong. My bleeding heart can't be bleeding enough. I'm just too easy, aren't I? That you can push me around.
I have a heart that feels and a mind that thinks too. My large gestures and laughter, when I try to make myself look like I don't have a care in the world, end up hollow. i'm tired of swallowing words that's been grinding down to painful awkwardness.
It's not worth crying over the crowded thoughts as much as it hurts me.
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I'm waning, beyond the turmoil even though your presence gives me an odd sort of comfort.It's the sheer drifting space of the oblivion that comes with the tiredness, after. It never seems to have an end, except when I set my mind into motion again.I hate it when I find myself repeating small restless and mindless actions.
I'm tired of feeling sick of the things that I do. Yet that seems to be the status quo, for now.
I want to get out, to be out of the ordinary in my life. Yet I don't want to be confronted with the unfamiliar right now. I'm just too raw and too tired to push myself into dealing with anything new. I wonder why the adrenaline remains. I'd like to be rid of the emotional loop-de-loops on this rollercoaster, all things considered.
How much hurt or pleasure is a human heart truly capable of? Can there ever be anything of a fathomable answer? Everything I feel is still so intense. I'm oddly happy to relax and kick back and do silly things, but there's still a kind of watchfulness that remains with me.
It just bothers me when I get into these moods, when the castles that I build in the air start to condense and fall to the ground as heavy-weighted expectations.
I don't want to have to meet expectations that I'm feeling, or possibly even just making up in my head from small perceptions and quirks and inflections of voice. I don't want to control the future, or to get this disappointed when things that happen does not happen the way it's supposed to. I don't want to care so much about what people think, or even worse, what I think people think. I don't want to have to carry on the act, and be this golden girl who's got it all together because I don't. I really don't. I'm not too sweet to act in a certain way. In fact, I'm hardly too sweet or too nice a young lady to be doing any particular thing at all.
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All right, enough of this.
Life can just suck for no reason. Especially when writing long angsty post like this.
Take dancing.
My feet have been set to dancing, since whenever. I don't truly know why or how. The music, the vivid vitality of it, just takes over my limbs and stretch turns into a sweeping up of the arms, into a fluid motion of arms and torso. And the legs brought up into a leap, and I'm off again. I can't explain it at all. I've been awkward before this, but I've always strangely loved dancing, and more or less jumped at any chance of learning dance, as terribly stiff as I've been. I'm always amazed at how graceful dancers are.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I realise, quite depressingly, I've been distant from office to distract myself from musing over small things. I realise I can't please everybody. To be belittled and frowned upon my own choice of actions almost give me mental breakdown.
Í'm tired of trying too hard to make myself fit in and belong. My bleeding heart can't be bleeding enough. I'm just too easy, aren't I? That you can push me around.
I have a heart that feels and a mind that thinks too. My large gestures and laughter, when I try to make myself look like I don't have a care in the world, end up hollow. i'm tired of swallowing words that's been grinding down to painful awkwardness.
It's not worth crying over the crowded thoughts as much as it hurts me.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I'm waning, beyond the turmoil even though your presence gives me an odd sort of comfort.It's the sheer drifting space of the oblivion that comes with the tiredness, after. It never seems to have an end, except when I set my mind into motion again.I hate it when I find myself repeating small restless and mindless actions.
I'm tired of feeling sick of the things that I do. Yet that seems to be the status quo, for now.
I want to get out, to be out of the ordinary in my life. Yet I don't want to be confronted with the unfamiliar right now. I'm just too raw and too tired to push myself into dealing with anything new. I wonder why the adrenaline remains. I'd like to be rid of the emotional loop-de-loops on this rollercoaster, all things considered.
How much hurt or pleasure is a human heart truly capable of? Can there ever be anything of a fathomable answer? Everything I feel is still so intense. I'm oddly happy to relax and kick back and do silly things, but there's still a kind of watchfulness that remains with me.
It just bothers me when I get into these moods, when the castles that I build in the air start to condense and fall to the ground as heavy-weighted expectations.
I don't want to have to meet expectations that I'm feeling, or possibly even just making up in my head from small perceptions and quirks and inflections of voice. I don't want to control the future, or to get this disappointed when things that happen does not happen the way it's supposed to. I don't want to care so much about what people think, or even worse, what I think people think. I don't want to have to carry on the act, and be this golden girl who's got it all together because I don't. I really don't. I'm not too sweet to act in a certain way. In fact, I'm hardly too sweet or too nice a young lady to be doing any particular thing at all.
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All right, enough of this.
Life can just suck for no reason. Especially when writing long angsty post like this.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Let’s Dance
With Jazz, Hip Hop and Musical in my weekly activities, I’m geared up to get grooving once again…
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
November Rain
Today
I've realised...
that you came into my life...
to show me what love is,
and how much I mean to you.
I love you.
I still do.
I've realised...
that you came into my life...
to show me what love is,
and how much I mean to you.
I love you.
I still do.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Moments of randomness
One sunny weekend,
Sara : Hey, shall we sniff glue 1 day?
Me : Right...reason being?
Sara: For fun. Shall we?
Me : (+_+)
Sara: For fun. Shall we?
Me : (+_+)
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