when you think everyday life couldn't be any duller

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So I live my life, count my blessings everyday,
And that's all I can do... Anyway..

It was another day; work, bringing the dog out for a walk, dinner, watching The Nanny re-runs on the tele, chilling out, oh, and news. The usual, scandal, money, and politics. And a question was posed to me, "Why do you want to stay here?".

Everyday in and out, I hear nothing but complaints. About how screwed up our government is, how this race is like that, and this and it's a never ending ordeal. And that got me thinking as I ask myself, "What am I doing here?"

I don't know how I got here today; looking back to the days where I was an idealistic individual- the one with great ideas based on what seems to be right, great values, and principles. I was once an individual who is easily angered by the wrong doings- "Who does he think he is?" "What's wrong with the world?", you get the drift.

"Go explore, don't confine yourself; find a better future". The statement doesn't click with me. Don't get me wrong, I do believe in adventures, and looking for a better future. Today, I realized your future is not out there. Your future begins in you. within you. Not somewhere, or anywhere, but from you.


"Get out of this country, you will find opportunities out there". Well, the younger me would have agreed 100% with you, but now, I find myself rooted in these grounds, and I know the grass ALWAYS seems greener on the other side. You think you found the way out by fleeing your roots, but you find yourself constantly searching for yourself. Now, who are you really?

"This is home" Three simple words that echoed in my heart. I have huge dreams, and I do want to materialize those, but this is where I belong. I have never felt more right about my feelings when I repeat those three words.

Almost Famous

On a backdated trip to Penang, specifically during the Chinese New Year, while we were on the ferry; not one, but two unmistakably loud explosion came from nowhere. It definitely wasn't the festive fire crackers; more like Pearl Habour- on a smaller scale. And, needless to say, it caught everyone's attention.

Natural activity, maybe not. I wanted to submit to the national paper, maybe RM50 wouldn't be that bad of an addition to my (halved) angpow this year. Due to my infamous procrastination, case in point, this post, of course I didn't submit it.

Just though this would make a good submission on my post- mainly because I have absolutely ran out of ideas.

in bold red; a passing ferry.

Fortunately, no one had to use [pic] it as a lifesaver.



[nostalgic] we have the most fun as kids on fun rides like these.


And Penang Bridge is still as grandeur as ever.


To the many "almost", cheers!
One for the postcard project. Click!

i think i'm going to be okay

freeze. nobody move.

i think a train just ran through me.

you want to just stop and not breathe but the life moves like a chaotic storm. and it leaves me gasping for air but there's none because it feels like a vacuum. we have a situation here.


have you ever feel like screaming, but only to hear a sound of silence?


i think we have an emergency here. call 911.

p.s: That's what you get, by Paramore and Shake It, Metro Station.
p.p.s :: Just Dance by Lady Gaga should get more airplay! And cool remix in clubs.

[postcard project]

inspired by [a tiny bit] postsecret, and mostly these.
maybe i'll do more, a series would be nice. anyone?

dream big and grow into them

"We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true." Woodrow Wilson

a clean drink

it taste like beer sans the alcohol.
weird. but it's not bad at all.
recommended to those who has a drinking problem.
it might help. well, who am i kidding?

here

george carlin says

this was forwarded to me to my email and I kept it till today and thought I'd share with you.

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour. We conquered outer space but not inner space.

We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.

These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.

on the inside and on the outside

all the birds are singing in the whisper winds
everybody's listening
and the sun is shining like today wont end
nothing here is missing

looking over looking under looking through
what we find every time we do what we do

and we laugh
and we cry
and we live our lives
and we love and we love and we love
and it comes back to us

we carve into the tree our history of love
with dreams of ever after
we can sit beneath the bows and trace the lines
that add another chapter


looking outside looking inside looking away
what we find each and every time you say that you'll stay

and we laugh
and we cry
and we live our lives
and we love and we love and we love
and it comes back to us

in the evening when we turn in
will you look back with me?

and we laugh
and we cry
and we live our lives
and we love and we love and we love
and it comes back to us

What a long day now sitting alone, enjoying the quiet comforts of home
I hear you whispering songs to yourself, softly forming the words that make me melt

You stay where you are, you stay who you are
Everything you do opens up my heart
I will follow you, I will wait for you
Never knowing where love is taking you

Why dont we go there why dont we fly
If we fall in the sea hope keeps us dry
All you can give me, all I can take
Are the coincidences within fate
And you

Oh

You never need to tell me what you think I see your eyes with the thoughts wandering
Past all the marmalade made up stories into the depths of your hidden fancies

Its the way you are, its the heart you are
That keeps telling me you wont stray too far
From the life we live, from the life we give
To the silences that can take us in

Why dont we go there why dont we stay
Ill hold on tight in case we drift away
All you can give me, all I can take
Are the coincidences within fate
And you

So believe me when I say that I am willing to disappear with you
So believe me when I tell you that Ill follow
Everything you do, every chance you take
Ill be holding your, your love in place
Even if you fall if you make mistakes
Ill be loving you every single day

Why dont we go there why dont we fly
If we fall in the sea hope keeps us dry
All you can give me, all I can take
Are the coincidences within fate
And you

i'm going girl power friday. okay i just made that up.okay. whatever it is, click play. i'm dead serious. i'll just leave you this two songs so you can spend a lovely weekend with these on the back of your head. as long as you have a better one than me. who knew i was going to be "clubber girl", i rather be youtube girl- talking to the camera. i am blogger girl who is talking to myself, even better, eh? signing off- self proclaimed youtube queen. :)

making progress

oh yes, good progress.
good dog! :)

at the same time i finished re-reading marley & me.
teary. imagine i actually own one. i would cry for days.
oh, if you want loyalty, get a dog. read.

12.59 pm. oh shucks. lunch time!

have you ever

wished you were shorter, so that you can be someone's bff, because that's what you think? "hey i could totally be a fun person with (insertnamehere) if we were at the same height".

funny thing is, i just did. and that felt weird. really. out of this world.

i think a lot of times where you wish you were something to match someone; somewhere so you can be somebody, almost like a twisted version of joey mcintyre's don't you ever wish. i never knew i was this weird. now i know. and you know. shut up!

++

this is where i hit backspace and space and backspace, you get the drift. but i'm still writing. so, bite me! i'm alone in this air conditioned room typing away which gives me ample time to reflect on my life, so if you're reading this, welcome to boredom. this is how it feels like, if you are still following, well, okay, i'm thinking, "what am i going to say? something interesting? something people would like to read? something that doesn't reveal that much about me?" wow, you must think i'm nuts, because this is what goes through my head when i do this thing here.

and there you go. one paragraph. for those who hasn't update with excuses like writer's block, well, shame on you (read: you) joking. but seriously. this is your venting machine, your space; and who cares if it's online, and worldwide, and someone's going laugh at you? Or you can only write something that sound smart because people know you for that? I guess we have to let our hair down sometimes, and just be crazy.

i think the problem with us, people in general, is that, "we think". now you're going to "think", "of course we think". well, you think. too much. you are picky. too picky. you want to be perfect. too perfect. i'll be the first one to admit all of the above.

there are things that are worth overdoing; now that's just an excuse for addiction. too much chocolate or sinful indulgences, people call that bingeing. too much sex, sex addict (read: agent mulder from x-files, forgot his name); well, you get the drift.

++

okay. this is where i sign off.

do you need a validation?

Most of the time in our lives, we needed the "nod", the approval, just a tad bit of recognition; okay, what we're doing is right, and yes, voila, confidence, baby! Do we? Do we really need it?

Most of us do anyway. The only thing to avoid is the dependency on people's opinions.
Now, are we contradicting ourselves here or what?

I figured out that if we be less judgemental just for 1 minute, we can actually skip the "Oh-he-said-those-mean-things-to-me-I'm-hurt!" part.

Once you start judging people, for instance, a girl is wearing something obviously too short, you give them credit for their confidence being able to pull that off. And the next time you're wearing something too short, I think you will find yourself less conscious and strutting down the street (runway) without pulling it to cover anything.

Now, that's karma.

Speaking of "ouch" moments, the King (as in thriller king, Stephen King) bashed Twilight author by saying, "Stephanie Meyer can't write worth a darn". And adding on 4 most dreadful words that no writer wants to hear, "She's not very good". Yowza! Like cactus sticking up one's behind.
Read article.

I'm no fan of the Twilight, sorry, not a vampire fan, or pale looking heroes. But my point here is, if you were her, do you listen to the "King" or the screaming (Ed Cullen's) girly fans? Well, I would at least enjoy my royalties!

obligatory post- well, not really.

t'was the season of traveling, like seriously.
and yes, trains are the in-thing now.
the new year was alright; i do have something to show;
but let's do it in the later posts. xD

mayer-isistable making another mark in his career by appearing in Sesame's Street! being cute with Elmo; "awwwww"....


and i need to get measurements. why do you need to wear a kebaya in Bali? That, I don't comprehend.

do i look like one of those...

girls who will actually get numbers and likewise in a club? The answer is a straight up NO. Well, I don't know whether I should be happy about it or wallow in self pity alone in my room? Definitely not the latter. The last thing I need is to wait for someone to sober up and realize his life sucks. Because mine definitely rocks! Yeah.

Truth is, I find no joy/excitement/happiness in getting all zonked up and take in all those nicotine, oh and having an excuse for rubbing against each other and not be annoyed or watching couples humping each other on the dance floor, and yes, I have seen it all, and it's not a pretty sight.

I do enjoy fashion shows in the ladies'. It's the only place with proper lighting where you can check out what other people are wearing; which is fun! Sorry for being a killjoy, but that's what I prefer doing, than all the action on the dance floor.

Come on, there's more to life than that. I rest my case.