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These Past Few Weeks
•September 7, 2010 • Leave a CommentLately my relationship with so-called friends has been on ups and downs. It came to a point where I felt I no longer have any at all. From one unsaid goodbye to another, my life has so much drama I can no longer shrug it off. With all these exits, I am partly to blame because a relationship after all takes two to make, right? I draw the line but it’s already too late.
On Telling And Understanding
•September 3, 2010 • Leave a CommentI think most people would agree there’s a difference between being told something and really understanding it. On a very basic level, me telling you E=MC² is different from you understand the mechanics that make that equation true. It’s similar with life. You can tell a girl who is struggling with self-esteem issues that she is beautiful, but until she believes it, it doesn’t matter. – Laala Kashef Alghata
MUSIC | A Perfect Sonnet
•August 23, 2010 • Leave a Comment
Damn! It really is perfect in its own tortured soul ways.
The Study by Rafael San Diego
•August 23, 2010 • Leave a Comment
(Art by Cecilia Carlstedt)
The end always comes after closing the pages,
long after words have left you silent in your chair,
as if suddenly you are teleported into it, no longer
privy to the secrets of the young woman in the story,
the rest of her life now as fragile, as slender
as the plot will permit you to imagine.
And after that you stare at the shelf,
books of all modes of telling, aligned and leaning
on each other in a parade celebrated with dust,
keeping whole worlds to themselves. How grand,
you think, how useless. Because this
is the end; circumstance has led you back
into your study, a thimbleful of coffee waiting
for your satisfaction. But it never comes. Not even
as you riffle through the possibilities, that perhaps
the young woman would tell her pains to someone
other than you, even after last you left her
in her world, looking out a window.
One Year, Six Months by Yellowcard
•August 23, 2010 • Leave a CommentI’m falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you
Looking for Alaska by John Green
•August 23, 2010 • Leave a Comment
I go to seek a Great Perhaps. – Francois Rabelais
This book has been on my mind for the last couple of weeks or so. Since then I have been checking Fully Booked Gateway and NBS main to get myself a copy of John Green’s Looking for Alaska. And thanks to my impulsive nature, I finally had one yesterday with that cool cover. So great!
I hit the pages as soon as I got home and was done with it this early morning.
What a breath of fresh air as this review says. I’ll be deep inside Miles’ thoughts plus Alaska Young (she’s fond of vanilla scent as I do) for couple of days. I could see it.
Jesus, I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re gonna do. I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. … You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present. – Alaska to Miles
All Negativity Pushed Aside
•August 10, 2010 • Leave a CommentMy veggie / fruit salad diet officially started last night. I had seedless red grapes, slices of apple and lettuce. Yum!
From Bogus to Bubbly 