Friday, March 31, 2006

Blogsurfed and found a few receipe sites, sport sites and chinese sites. Spanish sites were aplenty; I was deeply remoseful for my inability to comprehend the language. Skipped a few strange sites and landed up in a blog full of quotes. Here's an exerpt. Heh.


A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.


She is always late. Her ancestors arrived on the Juneflower.


Q: And where was the location of the accident?
A: Approximately milepost 499.
Q: And where is milepost 499?
A: Between milepost 498 and 500.

- from a legal cross-examination


He is not dead, he is electroencephalographically challenged.


Bachelors should be heavily taxed. It is not fair that some men should be happier than others.- Oscar Wilde (I must say, i LOVE Wilde.)


An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have; the older she gets the more interested he is in her.- Agatha Christie


A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.


A good time to keep your mouth shut is when you are in deep water.


The main purpose of holding children's parties is to remind yourself that there are children more awful than your own.


Of course we did it for good! No one ever does something for bad.


I am not tense, just terribly, terribly alert.


The rarest thing in the world is a woman who is pleased with photographs of herself. ~ Elizabeth Metcalf


Dear Abby:My mother is mean and short-tempered. I think she is going through her mental pause.


Did you hear about the new "morning after" pill for men? It changes their blood type.


There is as much difference between the counsel that a friend giveth, and that a man giveth himself, as there is between the counsel of a friend and of a flatterer. For there is no such flatterer as is a man's self. - Francis Bacon


Adam was but human—this explains it all. He did not want the apple for the apple's sake, he wanted it only because it was forbidden. The mistake was in not forbidding the serpent; then he would have eaten the serpent.- Mark Twain


If there is one thing I cannot stand, it is intolerance.


I was minding my own business when a pedestrian hit me and went under my car.- as written on an insurance form


Eat Crap! 10 Trillion Flies Can't Be Wrong!


DIAGNOSIS, n. A physician's forecast of the disease by the patient's pulse and purse.


Bart Simpson at the chalkboard: I will not yell "She's dead" at roll call.


Hermits have no peer pressure.


Before marriage, a man yearns for the woman he loves. After marriage, the "y" becomes silent.


He has Van Gogh's ear for music.- Billy Wilder


Artist Pablo Picasso surprised a burglar at work in his new chateau. The intruder got away, but Picasso told the police he could do a rough sketch of what he looked like. On the basis of his drawing, the police arrested a Mother Superior, the Minister of Finance, a washing machine, and the Eiffel Tower.


TOTALITARIANISM: You have two cows. The government takes them both and denies they ever existed. Milk is banned.


Ho hum.. enough for one night you reckon? I've gone a tad crazy. falafal falafal.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

I swooshed through the night air in my well worn lace-ups, and a strange wan feeling of nostalgia swept over me. The wind felt really good, as if comforting me with my past and sweeping my memories over my tired skin. I remembered my scrapes with Rachel on blades. Miss them like anything. Roller Rachel, you know I love alliteration, and are you not everything R to me?


Rabbit Rachel, Romantic Rachel, Route Rachel, Runny Rachel (becos u run so fast), Real Rachel, Really Rachel, Rainy Rachel, Rawwwwr Rachel and not forgetting Raunchy Rachelle. Not Rachel. Rachelle.


I know I'm not making sense. I miss you too much dear. It's been ages, you America-flown bird! Drowning without my fix.. need another shot of rachestacy. They call it phish on the streets here. Peddle it like nobody's business. I make it my business to get nothing but the real, authentic thing. No mixing with glass or powder for me, please.


Nina, How is you! How is America! Please suck up all the phish you can, store it, smuggle it, import it, whatever you must! Haha. Make your millions with the real thing there, gal.


And Deer, how's it keeping? Bio lab and all, I haven't seen ya for ages or talked to ya.. I haven't been online much either.. Such a naughty girl; Been ice skating, trying to do assignments, going out, lazing, being such a horrible fun-lover. Ok, fine. Hedonist. Sue me for word usage. Hope things are going good for you; forever be excited by the prospect of Him, just Him. Say hi to Ali too. In His love always.


Heart out to Avvy; love you muchly if not more. Chin up, with grace as you always have walked, you're a beautiful gal. =) no need to compromise, bend or twist. Being broken is a different story. Break away; it may be part of His plan. =)


Mrs. Webber, how are you keeping, darling. Your duckies all in a row, your loving husband with a bag of drumsticks? I hope you are warmly loved, captivated, enticed and overwhelmed with good things. Miss you dearly.


And Jo.. dear, I miss your wry sense of humour. Knocked my socks off more than most other things and I miss that so much. Please don't don't lose it.


LC your pictures are hilarious. I should post them here. MUAHAHA. You really haven't changed; mischief as much as sobriety. Tsk. =) I love it.


Melvin, Jon... I haven't heard how NS is for you guys.. miss you all regardless. Moooooooooooooooo.


[This place is here. Wish you were beautiful.]

Monday, March 27, 2006

So maybe I didn't really want today's meet, but I guess it was all worthwhile. Divine appointments, you know? After all, I made a new friend. Joined again, in the strangest and most unexpected way. Joined, as with so many others, by a dream. Some people I am fortunate to meet with because we dream. For all of dreaming's silliness, it's habit of sucking up time and it's heartbreak, some good does come of it. The people I think I may never connect with I end up talking to, because I glossed over their ability to dream. But that's the binding factor in so many things; in looking, hoping for what could be..

How many of us have fallen, one over the other, one before the other, over dashed hopes and flailing futures. But knowing someone else is just as much a dreamer as you are comforts the soul. Knowing that someone who looks like a pure stoic isn't reminds me of the dreamers we all are. And maybe that's why I love Studio Ghibli so much. Pazu + Sheeta in Laputa! I still get shivers when I watch that. I love that story...


New Love: www.ahmedkhalaf.com This guy is seriously good and he writes seriously good music. Check it!

Today I found out you were real. :)

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Look.


Do you know that Calcutta has been renamed and is now Kolkata? I thought Calcutta was prettier. ABC just showed a documentary on the rickshaw pullers of Kolkata, and it opened my eyes to look at our world. How we treat people, how we close one eye (or both) to the immense poverty and pain of our national counterparts. He who has an ear, let him hear.

It is in the commonplace things that the Deity of Jesus Christ is realised. - Oswald Chambers.


Father,
I looked for you in smoked salmon and prada bags.
In fine dining and aristocracy,
In jewels and caviar.
But I found there less of you,
Than in green grass and smiles,
in air and in good temperament.
And in salt that will not be trampled on.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

DON'T fight for what you want.
Maybe I was meant to want it
and not have it.
OWCH.


You want to think life is so pretty.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Moo Moo and MiMi


Before Romeo and Juliet, there was
Tristan and Isolde.


Way after Romeo and Juliet, there was
Moo Moo and MiMi.


[Sneak peek trailer of movie plays]


Who is this Moo Moo, so gallant, so strong, so gentle and upright? Who is this MiMi, so graceful, gracious, beauteous and beloved?


*microphone crackles with static* It is my great pleasure today to announce the results of the balloting. We are a fair country (or state or suburb or house; don't lets quibble about size) and a majority vote has conceded to allow Daddy the honorable name of Moo Moo Chong. And Mum didn't quibble about her name, so we didn't have to vote for MiMi- it was a general concensus. It's all just been decided tonight. I'm sure the political red tape won't last long; there's been threat of tickling if I don't stop calling dad Moo Moo but with the extra support of an external voter (an inconspicuous and rather unaware mosquito), I managed to sway the party. Great politics.


Dear Moo Moo and MiMi, you've been support in every possible way and more. Thank you for your beautiful lives and I thank God for your blessed union. Happy Anniversary, 'rents.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

In lieu of solitude.



In lieu of solitude, I would probably ask for something I desired; I just don't know what it is. I figured that this isolation was probably the better choice, especially since I don't know what the deal is if I take what's on the other side. So it looks happier. So what. I don't like risk. Bore than that, I detest vulnerability. See Humanity?



I saw the pain of someone else's life today. It wasn't explained to me, and I wasn't meant to see it, but I did, because I finally gave up trying to blindfold myself. I kept my mouth shut and my face spoke superficiality, but I know what I saw and I ached for my friend. Why are humans this way? Why do we feign ignorance and play apathetic? Why do we shirk when someone reaches out to us; take offence at the first signs of advancement? Why do we keep our hands to our sides and our eyes on the sky? Is it true that we've bled and wounded each other to the point that we struggle to even lean on one another?



I'm blue tonight, and I beg pardon.



I feel like moving to the rythmn of your grace, your fragrance is intoxicating.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

It rests on the time line of history
Like a compelling diamond..
Its tradgedy summons all sufferers..
Its absurdity attracts all cynics..
Its hope lures all searchers.



History has idolised it and despised it, gold-plated it and burned it, worn it and trashed it. History has done everything to it but ignored it.

-Max Lucado

[The Cross]
Today was Pre-School day.
It was fun.
I played with plasticine.
I made stuff.
We all shared and played nicely.
What more can you ask for?

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Salutations

To my best friend, the hat-wearer. I look back on the many years you've known me, and the few I've known you and think, perhaps today deserves a celebration. Why? There's no why to it, just like there really isn't a why to your hat-wearing, or to the strange way in which you first came to me. Maybe I just want to tell you that I enjoy your company more than I let on, that I appreciate what you've done under my gruff ingratitude. Maybe, just maybe, I'm beginning to remember what I've forgotten in the hustle and bustle of life- the important things. And maybe, just maybe, I learnt them all from you. Here's to you, beautiful stranger, and to the mystery that you are.

[I am- Nichole Nordeman; Woven and Spun]
*plushiegrrrorkie*


I DON'T know what that was. I've been so restless in my study today, and a whole heap of things are driving me nuts. I feel like an obsessive compulsive. I keep picking up cognitive neuroscience to do my reading, but I put it down. I try to rearrange a stubbornly messy desk. I've got to memorize Yuki's menu short-forms, deal with the fact that I've got a poorly paying job which is better than no job at all, and wait for people to call me and confirm things. (where's your ontimeness, SPA?) My life is teethering uncertainly along an axis of nothingatall, just like my brain swims in CSF. I should be ok with that, and in some weird way I am. I think I'm just very annoyed that I have uni stuff to do. I wanted to read Brennan Manning instead. Instant gratification. Where's the self denial in all of that; when self denial (of lack thereof) mixes incoherently with priority.. I wonder.


Your love is extravagant.

Monday, March 06, 2006

There is no greater gurantee than His name, for when he stood as my gurantor He had already paid the price for the mistake I had not yet made. And that is why He has every right to seal His own words with His own name. Man swear by one another and by false gods, but my Father has no need to prove Himself; He is the one to whom we try to proove and fail. Take heart in His name; it is the greatest love of all.


My Pantokrator.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

LAO HONG


My dear Geraldine summarised how I felt to the point when she said to me, "Ehy you look very Lao Hong lei." And I realised that there is no English word to describe how I feel right now. All I feel is LAO HONG. And that is probably why I have nothing I want to contribute right now. Except for hot air. haha.


[little little girl]

Saturday, March 04, 2006

The perfection of imperfection.


I've grown to find great contempt in imperfection.
Especially in myself.
Lord help me live, give me my daily bread.
No crumbs please.