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.