Pursue

We all have some sort of desire for various different things. Perhaps a desire for a luxurious house, mountains of money, brand new car or even a desire to be beautiful. You see, what I meant by being beautiful is not on the inside but the outside instead; the looks.

It is as if being good-looking is something for someone to work their butt off. They thought they have to go all through those surgeries and buy expensive make-up to cover their true identity. It's sad.

The thing is, if they are charmer with a beautiful soul on the inside, then they're fine. However, there's always going to be a vice versa situation, and that is not good.

Also, I think it's such a pity these people would waste their money on plastic surgeries and so on. They could have donate them instead. (I only assume they're rich because those surgeries are fortune to pay.)

Love Birds

"Bet you can't even name one romantic movie you like," she teased. She felt smug when a few minutes went by and Oliver was still unable to name one romantic movie he could profess to enjoy. "The Empire Strikes Back," Oliver finally declared, tapping his horn at a Prius that wandered over the line .

"The Empire Strikes Back? The Star Wars movie? That's not romantic!" Schuyler huffed, fiddling with the air conditioner controls. "Au contraire, my dear, it's very romantic. The last scene, you know, when they're about to put Han in that freezing cryogenic chamber or whatever? Remember?" Schuyler mmm-hmmmed .

"And Leia leans over the ledge and says, 'I love you.'"


"That's cheesy, not romatic," Schuyler argued, although she did like that part. 

"Let me explain. What's romantic is what Han says back. Remember what he says to her? After she says 'I love you'?" Schuyler grinned. Maybe Oliver had a point. "Han says, 'I know.'"


"Exactly," Oliver tapped the wheel. "He doesn't have to say anything so trite as 'I love you.' Because that's already understood. And that's romantic." 

Addiction To A Certain Extent

I never really liked chocolate that much, but after seeing this video, it has made me realise how lush it was. 

The Process Of Procrastination

Like the title said, I am procrastinating and have been doing it quite frequently lately. I don't exactly know why though. I should have been doing my maths, Kemahiran Hidup and art homework, but decided to do them later because I'm a lazy arse.

During my time of postponing things, I've written several paragraphs for a story that I started months ago. Ideas are having their vacation somewhere and left my mind all dried out. I'm hoping that they will come back soon, very soon. Other than writing, I watched two films: (500) Days Of Summer and Kung Fu Panda 2. I also entertained myself by listening to some songs that I found about two days ago on Purevolume. You see, YouTube might be the best place to find new bands/songs/artists, but it can never beats Purevolume.


Here are two of the songs that have made a home in my mind.

These songs might not suit your taste, but it doesn't matter because you can like whatever you fancy, and as for me, I love both of the songs. 

Unrealistic

Duke : Ok, w-why do you have tampons in your boot? 


Viola : Um, I get really bad nose bleeds?


Andrew : So you stick 'em up your nose? 

Viola : Yeah! What, you've, you've never done that? 

           [Boys shake head] 

Viola : Oh my! Beckhem does it all the time. 

Duke : Serious? 

Viola : Yes. Look, let me show you how to do it. Take that off and whatever that is, and, and you stick it right in. It absorbs right up! 

Duke : That's disgusting! 

Andrew : Oh my god! You're room-mates a freak! 

Chilling

I wonder how life would be like when you are an animal. So relaxing and just do whatever you fancy.  

The Yellow Brick Road

At some point of your life, there is going to be a moment when things changed quite a lot that it overwhelmed you, somehow. Perhaps at the stage when you are changing to an adult and left all your youth life all together. It wasn't because you want to; you had to. Frankly, not many want to leave behind their adventurous, epic and free life of being a child, who was looked after as well as indulged by their parents. Sure, they nag most of the time, scold you at an inconvenient time (in front of your friends and such) and somehow managed to embarrass you too.

However, who wouldn't miss the feeling of being loved? I mean, you sure are being loved by your parents all the time, but you're not close anymore. You can't go and hug them (or whatever else) at any time you want, since you are no longer living under the same roof as them. You're out there, solving your very own problems: how to live by yourself in (somewhat) the harsh reality, dealing with crisis and what not.

As you get older, you understood things a lot better, you figure out things a lot quicker, yet there are some other stuff that intended to be complicated and took years to know the reasons of why, how, where, what (and so on) happened. And in my opinion, this exactly what makes being an adult a little chaotic and miffing. Compare to the childhood of yours, you can just ask either of your parents about things that you don't quite know or understand. Alas, that 'luxury' has been taken off, and now you have to answer your questions by yourself, as well as managing the uneasy life.

So, base on the problems (there are many more, but those will do) I've mentioned above, I think it's really crucial to choose the exact right path for your future, because if you don't, then you are downhill like Jack and Jill. It will affect your life greatly.

What I Found

Time

"Time is more precious than gold, more precious than diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures. It is time that we do not have enough of; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely." 

'The Gift' has got to be the greatest book I have read in awhile now. The moral of the story was taught to everyone everyday: time is a gift to cherish. Never ever waste time for you will never given the opportunity to go back to the past and take it back. 

Melancholy

 

This is not mine. I found it on Google image, and decided to post it here for it is the most stunning photo I have seen so far. (One of them anyway.) 

One More To Go

Finally! The series is going to completed. I just need another book (12th grade), then I am done collecting and searching. Sigh of relieve. 

Open Up

There are a lot of things that makes me feel annoyed or bothered, and one of them would be shallow-minded people. I just cannot stand it. Why couldn't they see things in others' perspective too and open up a little bit? I doubt that it will hurt, at all.

Alas, I have to put up with this kind of people for the rest of my life. It is a bummer. Majority of them have the similar way of thinking, thus opinions about most of the things in this world, especially when it comes to education.

It is very typical of them to think that if you are a genius in maths or science, then you are going to succeed in your life. However, if you just happened to be great in literature or something relevant to art, you will be looked down and they won't really appreciate the work that you've done. Perhaps because they are arrogant or they just don't know how to appreciate it.

In a way, I pity them for not knowing how to be awed or amazed by a beautiful piece of art work, no matter the form that it was done in; whether it was done as a sketch, a painting, a novel, a play or whatever else. But then again, it is their lost for not knowing how to do such a thing. The appreciation, I mean. 


And if you are still wondering which side I am on; I am obviously on arts. I have never been such a maths whiz nor science, hence it would not be a shock if I ever failed those 2 subjects. In fact, I did but never really thought about giving my concern to it. 

Some Words

I've always wanted to say those words

Though they never managed to come out

Something won't let them slipped through my lips

Now that she has vanished off the earth

My words were no longer to be heard 

I wanted to tell her how much I loved her

How much I missed her

How sorry I was for not being there when I should have

But could not

For that I will accompany her with my words

Let them lay next to her ears

They'll travel through her

Finding a place to stay

Her heart would be their home

They will stay

Stay there forever

I love you

I Learn

 

Koala bear isn't a bear after all. It is, in fact related to the Kangaroos. 

Living The Moment

Sometimes I just wanted to leave my house and my family for a little while, and be gone in my own world with no bother. I wanted to be alone, though not for permanent but only temporary moment. I wanted to experience the life without any chaperones and little nuisance. It would be nice, I bet.

Perhaps the idea of living in solitary is slightly insane; you have got no companions; no mother to pampered with; no significant other to pour out your love and so forth. However, I am one of the people who prefer to spend the time being with no one except themselves.

I like to think. I like to imagine. I like to dream. I am unrealistic.

Blue

Most of the miserable things that occurred in an individual's life happened at home; making home not as sweet as it used to.