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Monday, February 15, 2010

Interesting Finds

This is a phrase that I stumbled upon someone's blog, which happens to be a phrase that the blogger happen to stumble across too!:)

"There's no need to feel regretful, because at one point, everything you did was exactly everything you wanted to do."

How true a description! I've always felt that way and often end up regretting quite a bit, but now I guess I've something to fall back on as comfort. :p

Really liked the stuff this blogger blogs about, it's this kind of writing style and thoughts that I'd never be able to churn out most of the time. So just to share something I love that I read on this blog today:

"You buy thing and you keep them clean. You take care of them. Keep them in a special pocket. Away from keys and coins. Away from other things that should be kept clean and taken care of as well. Then they get scratched. And scratched again. And again. And again. And again. Soon, you don't care about them anymore. You don't keeo them in a special pocket. You throw them in the bag with everything else. They've surpassed their form and become nothing but a function.

Peope are like that. You meet them and keep them clean. In a special pocket. And then you start to scratch them. Not on purpose. Sometimes you drop them by accident or forget which pocket they're in. But after the first scratch, it's all downhill from there. You see past their form. They become function. They are a purpose. Only their essence remains."

And finally...

"You know sometimes I findit unfanthomable that some people have to be surrounded by friends every single moment. I mean, don't we all deserve some me-time? I like walking the long stretch of road to school alone. I don't mind eating alone (after coming to Uni, it's just weird that you can't find someone who has exactly the same timetable and commitments as you.). I read and study alone. I buy my pet food alone. Buy groceries alone. Being alone is nothing scary or uncool. There comes a time in life when we've all got to handle situations alone yeah? Of course, being alone doesn't equate to being lonely."

Damn, it just spells my feelings totally. And I'm so glad I'm not alone, in this aspect. :) And you know what, after reading all these, there seem to be not pretty much I can write now.

Maybe something about new year celebration at Granny's.

I've come to learn that certain people (from a certain nationality, I don't know why it's often them) don't know how to behave proper socially. Behaving like kiasus during the lunch buffet and always trying to squeeze the most out of someone else's. Like, the notion that just because it's free, you should just grab as much as you can. Have you ever thought that it is your luck and our magnanimousity that you can be here enjoying (free) food? Almost everyone every year kind of hate your presence but we're just too nice to reject your coming to our house for new year? No basic courtesy, ill-bred bunch of barbaric people. Oh wells, what can I say?

Another aspect of life that I learnt about today is that kids' thoughts and behaviour are something we cannot fanthom nor underestimate. A harmless-looking boy, aged <4,>

And I've a final thing to say, I've just found out that the word 'magnanimousity' doesn't exist. But then, I can't find another word for it. Haha. Shingz. :p

Sunday, February 07, 2010

A Realisation

'People in love are blinded by the lies they are told.'

How aptly put. I remember this phrase from watching the Korean drama 'Winter Sonata', which I spent quite a while pondering over this phrase and it's relation to the storyline.

Well, I've just felt strongly about this today. Of course, not a personal incident. :p

santa game from bunnyhero labs
CounterData .com

home insurance
home insurance Counter Solitaire Mystery by Jostein Gaarder (recommended!!!)
Missing by Catherine MacPhail
Just Like That by Marsha Qualey
Tomorrow belongs to me by Mark Roberts
Night Train by Judith Clarke
The boy on the bus by Deborah Schupack
The Other Side of the Story by Marian Keyes
Marley and me (dog lovers will love this, really!)