Sunday, June 14, 2009
♥ Sunday, June 14, 2009
I might be. Moving.
:O
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Not done up yet, but by the time you read this it will :P
♥ Sunday, June 14, 2009
Koped something from Jess.
#01. As your nightly lullaby.
Neon - John Mayer
Keep It Loose, Keep It Tight - Amos Lee
#02. When you're feeling down and need some emotional boost.
I hate to admit this, but maybe some High School Musical.
Put Your Records On - Corinne Bailey Rae
Everything - Lifehouse
#03. On your wedding day.
I Love It When We Do - Ronan Keating
One Day - Opshop
Until You - Dave Barnes
#04. On Grad Night.
Yellow - Coldplay
Just Dance - Lady Gaga
#05. On a reunion with your best friends after 10 years
Count On Me - Lucy Schwartz
Run - Snow Patrol
#06. After a break-up.
I have to agree with Jess on this one;
The Gummy Bear Song (a night full of butt shaking jellies is awesomer than the ice cream)
It's Okay - Atomic Kitten
Broken Strings - James Morrison
#07. When you're being proposed to.
Steal My Kisses - Ben Harper
Angel - Leona Lewis
#08. On a picnic.
Where Is The Love - Black Eyed Peas
Loving You - Paolo Nutini (partly because the lyrics just don't really make much sense or are of sentimental meaning)
Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Israel Kamakawiwo'ole
#09. While doing spring cleaning.
Boom Boom Pow - Black Eyed PeasThis is a surprise I bet;
Jai Ho - Pussycat Dolls
Breaking Dishes - Rihanna
#10. On your funeral day.
Here Without You - 3 Doors Down
Don't Worry Be Happy - Bob Marley
#11. As your debut band song.
Traffic In The Sky - Jack Johnson
Live High - Jason Mraz
#12. When you're about to carry out your heroic save.
Miss Independent - Kelly Clarkson
Learn To Fly - Foo Fighters
#13. When you're fighting to save the world.
Saving The World - Brooke Fraser
Superman - Five For Fighting
#14. When you are having the first dance with your husband.
Kissing You - Des'ree
Falling Slowly - Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova
#15. When you're travelling with your friends.
Free - Jack Johnson/Donavon Frankenreiter
Made - Jamie Scott
♥ Sunday, June 14, 2009
Do we ever know, what it takes, to really love someone?
Can we ever be ready?
To not be hypocrites, to do all we say.
Can we ever be good enough?
Or just, worthy?
Jesus loves me :)
He does it all.
He comes when I cry, He comes when I don't.
He is all around me and I am engulfed in His love.
I wish He would tell me what to do, but He wants me to learn so I guess I will have to.
Yea I know;
Religion is flawed. But that's only because we are flawed, we with a lower case 'w'.
Because God is perfect in all His ways.
With a capital 'H'.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
♥ Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.
Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
Well, then.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
♥ Saturday, May 23, 2009
Sometimes, I just want you to hold me.
No more yelling, no more screaming, no more swearing.
No more telling me that I don't understand.
I just want you.
To hold me.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
♥ Tuesday, May 19, 2009
I am slowly starting to find that I don't like beating around the bush, or playing around with fancy words as adornments of text that eventually comes down to black, white and the plain discernible truth.
Is there ever a limit to how much we are willing to give? And if there isn't, what is the price we have to pay?
What are the conditions, the strings so easily attached to each act of kindness, each minute, cent, sweat, blood; given, donated? What are the returns expected to come, both the good and the bad, to those who supposedly deserve it; where has the idea of karma come from?
Undoubtedly a humanly-assumed belief, to make life a little more 'fair', when it has never been and imaginably never will.
Perhaps it is in the nature of human itself to presume that what we give away will always come back, in one form or another, to us. Along with the thousands, hundreds, tens and ones of dollars that we transfer to and fro bank accounts, to alleged charities; there still exists a hope, a silent belief, that one day all that will come back to us in due form, albeit with the influence of time. To many this idea remains - or as Justin Timberlake puts it, What Goes Around Comes Back Around.
Yet not many with this point of view realize that this preconception has never been appraised by the dictionary. Out of thirteen definitions a three year old would first come to understand - sacrifice, commit, grant, donate, contribute, relinquish, deliver being the few - none have affiliations or connotations to the word return. Maybe if you look hard enough the antonyms would have hidden, in an effort to contort, its meaning in its own section. But as we repeal its essence we similarly nullify the sense of the four letters, the basic vocabulary of a three year old.
Since what prehistoric age has the shine in the eyes of a child surpassed that of the wrinkle lines of old men reminiscing about their summer days of Hoover carts and Cadillac cars, by the lake's only small fishing boat?
It is a simple word. There is no need, nor use, to twist around the words of the truth that prevails in society, conscience, soul, to the extent of love - the truth that sometimes one yearns purely satisfaction from the giving away of materialistic wants. The truth of the word and in all its effects, a plain understanding of the concept of the paradox "gaining the most as you lose", a simple run for autism, a small fund-raising event, a few hours on the weekends, a limited campaign for the noteworthy.
The pooled limits of 6.8 billion hearts may not encircle the universe, but it's pretty adequate for a stick-thin boy in Nigeria and the pain in his mother's eyes, not only from the hunger but also for the inability to keep alive the baby she gave life to.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
♥ Thursday, May 07, 2009
Maybe I'm just tired of listening to you, maybe I'm just tired of being strong.
How could I ever get so out of it?
Random thoughts, and other stuff.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
♥ Thursday, April 09, 2009
I find the religion of Buddhism interesting. While yes, I appreciate the concept of stillness and quietness and finding inner peace, I also realize that the aim of buddhism is to achieve... nothingness. So you find harmony and you find quiet and you find inner peace, and then you become... nothing.
I believe that the world does revolve around me. But the world also revolves around everyone else. Because things happen around us and people come into our lives to shape us, who we are, who we become. And who we have been all along is a result of how we have thought that the world revolves around us, not realizing that everyone else has a world revolving around them.
I think it's strange what love does to people. It freaks me out to see people I once knew who were so full of themselves, who knew how to live for themselves, who had perfect As, fall at the mention of love and all the temptations that come with it. Sometimes it's like all they care about until everything else doesn't matter.
I think that some people don't understand what they're saying when they say "I love you". Because all those three words are important and first you must know who "I" am, what "love" is, and who "you" are. Otherwise, the sentence just doesn't make sense, because you don't know anything.
I suppose the most important quality women should possess is independence. Because strength is really sexy to me. I can hardly stand a girl whining about how difficult her life is when she hasn't even stepped into other people's shoes to see how they live their lives. To complain without understanding what she is complaining about is just really annoying to me.
I don't understand why women don't want to have children. I mean yea you're well-off, yea you have a wardrobe bigger than a third world country, yea you eat all the right food, yea a kid would turn your house upside down. But it's almost the only thing that distinguishes you from men nowadays. And they don't have the privilege of smiling and saying Yes I Did Suffer From Contractions For Ninety-Nine Hours Just To Worry About My Baby For The Next Ninety-Nine Years. What good does your education do when you can't pass it on? It's so selfish.
I believe in the fact that you can influence one person's life just by saying or doing something nice. I believe that the people that I have come to know today have been sent to me for a reason, sometimes I may not know what that reason is and I may not ever know, but I still think each and everyone of them are special, because everything is interdependent and so is everyone.
I still stick with the fact that people change. I don't think I still recognise my own words just two years ago, and I don't think I'd like who I was. I believe in the fact that people can change their lives if only they would stop telling themselves that they aren't strong enough. Because the truth is everyone is built the same way and the only that is barricading an end point is what the mind tells you. I can tell you that two years ago I could be the weakest person that ever existed. But horror movies and insects aside, I think I've lived through the valleys and the hurt and the longing, the missing and the pain, the grieving and the sorrow and the anger, and I have gotten sick of it to the point that I no longer wish to be swimming in negative ions.
Sometimes you just get sick of being weak.
Some people find blogging strange because you practically open up so much of your life to everyone else. Some people find it dangerous. But it is a sort of comfort to me. It's not that I agree with the way some people blog where they just go on and rant and rant about their day because to me it's just like they have no one else to talk to or they don't have a life so they have to prove to other people that they have a life? But to me that sort of blogging is just weird.
I think I blog not because of a need to tell you about my day, rather by the fact that sometimes words from a stranger may knock sense into your head more than a thousand of those from the people close to you. And just as I have learnt so many things from the words of many different mouths I don't even know, I hope people understand the same things through mine. I don't mean that all I say is right, because to listen or to not is a choice. But at least it's there if people need to hear it. And though what I'm thinking when I write is not what you think when you're reading, it's still awesome. Because it's so free and I don't really want you to concentrate so hard on something that you lose sight of everything else.
I don't agree with being emo. Either due to the fact that I have seen too much of that or been around too many of those people, but I just can't seem to stand the fact that the person standing next to me is a radiating lump or grief and anger and sorrow and self-pity. I don't think that just because you are sad you have a right to go around and make everyone feel the same way you do. The world has enough depressed people, so please don't count yourself in the tally just because - which brings me to the next point:
Just because you can, doesn't mean you should. Just because you can cheat doesn't mean you should. Just because you can buy more during a sale doesn't mean you should. Just because society allows you to bribe doesn't mean you should. Just because people do it and so can you doesn't mean you should. Just because you're allowed to cry doesn't mean you should. Just because no one cares if you kill yourself doesn't mean you should. But then again just because you think no one cares, doesn't mean you should.
Confused yet?
Maybe I'll come back with more.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
♥ Sunday, March 15, 2009
24. Forgive, all the time.
25. Friends are just as important as boys.
26. Please be a weeny bit more understanding.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
♥ Wednesday, March 04, 2009
The most important part of the syllabus, and I actually can't get anything.
I need inspiration poetry poetry poetry.
Oh noetry.
Monday, March 02, 2009
♥ Monday, March 02, 2009
A lost prize, an annoying friend, another annoying friend, a failed test.
A tiring weekday, a mountainload of homework, a heavy heart.
A moody week, a false front.
A missed friend.
And then your song comes on and I'm weak and falling into your eyes.
All better, now.
All better.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
♥ Saturday, February 28, 2009
I am so scared, I am scared shitless.
I don't know what to do and I don't have the right words to say, I am not your best friend but I don't know if I'm more than that, I don't want to ask you because you don't need that right now, you need a strong independent selfless girl and I need to be that for you, and us, and myself, because otherwise I might lose you, and start losing my mind.
I don't know much about your condition as much as she does, I can't help you as much as she does, I don't know if I should worry about that fact because I want to be the one to help you but I just really don't know what to do. I am scared of saying the wrong things and doing the wrong things and making it worse than it already is. I am scared of losing you to something like that. And I am scared of losing you to her.
I really want to help you. I really want to do everything I can to help you and put a smile on your face and I am going to try my best, but I can't if you won't start. I told you we are in this together and that I am not ever going to leave you to be alone and fight this alone, I've told you everything that I can but maybe that isn't what you want to hear, but I don't know what is it that you want to hear, I just need you to tell me what to do but I can't ask you to do that when you can't do that for yourself either.
But I just can't stand by and watch myself losing you as every minute passes. Because you already have my heart and it is going with you no matter where you go.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
♥ Sunday, January 18, 2009
Oh my love, I have a terrible toothache that really leads to a devastating headache. I am this close to bashing my brains out with a rock, I reckon that would make my head feel better because I think that really is what it wants me to do.
22. Stop missing him, it has only been two days.
Today I bought a push pop. You are going to tell me that I am childlike but I don't care because push pops are absolutely unhealthy and sweet and ungrape-like, although it says right there that it is of grape taste. But no, it really does not take like grapes. It tastes more like frozen raisin syrup.
Speaking about grapes, I absolutely loved my trip to visit the kids today. Okay so I realise it makes no sense whatever right now but read on. There was a new arrival (not something I should actually be happy about) but he was so adorable because he was the only CHUBBY one and he is about 7 months old and his name is Joshua. He couldn't stop salivating all over me but that was okay because he had grape-like toes. It is just so adorable, people with grape-like toes. His foot was about half of my palm but that was okay because it meant that he was of allright weight, which served to be a useful thing because i was carrying him for an approximate hour.
I do not even know why I am blogging. I guess it is part of not talking to anyone else, and part of post-guitarhero mood. I really become very chatty after guitarhero sessions, perhaps for the reason that when you stare at the screen and concentrate for too long, when you look elsewhere everything becomes squirmish. Am I even making sense, i think not.
I have had nothing to do after an unfamily-like night, and so I have been reading my saved conversation history and making up Stickies, which you Mac users have to absolutely make use of. I have six currently on my dashboard, along with a little itunes MP3 looking player, the dictionary, calculator and the date. The catch is they are all of different colours.
By the way, mac users. Is it just me or have I just found out the coolest thing ever on our computers? Look at this † or this ® or this π or this ç or this © or this º just press alt- something. Try it out will you, I had so much fun with that today.
I am such in an essay mood. I have just given Lucks a whole paragraph to write about Why Do I Create and in that essay I have used a lot of difficult words that just tumbled out of my mouth for no reason at all. Editing books is such a good way to improve your english.
So anyways, I am gona go. Back to reading old conversations, such nostalgia.
23. Love. Everything.
Friday, January 16, 2009
♥ Friday, January 16, 2009
I don't know why, but something is pricking me like what is in Juliet's vial.
And it really, really hurts.
♥ Friday, January 16, 2009
I haven't been updating this place much, but I guess that is because I have too much of my talking done online.
I have been quite tensed on the writing, actually. I just wrote two very long emails to two very important people in my life, seeing how it was a Friday and so to TGIF, I have been munching on several unhealthy snacks that I am definitely not proud of ever since I got home.
On a lighter note I am looking forward to dinner today. For no particular reason, don't get me wrong, I just have a feeling that tonight's dinner will include steak and cheese.
Studying Romeo and Juliet has given me quite a bit of an insight. First of all compared to the Merchant of Venice I actually knew what they were talking about. Thanks to my trusty Sparknotes (!) guide which has literally saved my ass for the while.
Oh yes, I have yet to obsess about Sparknotes. If you haven't already been on, you should go check it out. I signed up to be a member for free, of course and I haven't regretted that one bit. I have been going around and speaking on message boards debating about RELIGION, which is really funny because that is not what I usually do, but hopefully I will continue my involvement in Sparknotes because it has cool message boards and free SAT preparation tests and whatnot. Have I also expressed the sudden urge to return to playing Neopets again?
School recently has been uneventful. At least, to me. It seems to be really boring although its picking up its pace, but everyone seems busy with their own things. I guess I will just have to hang on and see what happens, no?
Hope everyone is doing allright.
