The artist.

•February 7, 2010 • Leave a Comment

We paint on our own lives – with hues & tones taken from everywhere that may or may not encounter us.Yet they influence us even from the furthest reaches of all corners of the world. From the most miniscule of  subtlety to the most prominent signs that we are involved in, & even ones we arent. The directions of strokes and force applied in using the strokes themselves are our & alsonot  choices and consequences, and decisions we make and what decisions others have made that affect us in turn.

The best part? this is but just one of the myriad medium of colours.

im not a painter or artist,so forgive my ignorance in terms of painting essentials

But the most important part remains the quality of canvas that we use – that, is the equivalent  of the quality of our lives, the principles and morals and emotions of our very heart, and quality of our soul that determines it fatefully.

•February 6, 2010 • Leave a Comment

•February 3, 2010 • Leave a Comment

“Maybe that’s just growing up. When you’re young, you tell yourself things like ‘Well, if it didn’t work out, it wasn’t meant to be’ as if that actually meant something just because it sounds like it does. I think you can say something like that so blithely because you expect to stumble onto something else just as wonderful just around the next bend in the road. But people are rare perfect unique things and just because everyone really does live a life full of farewells doesn’t mean you shouldn’t at least realize what it really means to say goodbye to something that meant everything. Just because you WILL survive and get over it doesn’t mean you should let it go.”

& she said howdy, hern

•February 3, 2010 • Leave a Comment

 

 

 

 

 

Ferocious February ROARRRAWRRRR.

final 22 “working” days! (:

 =D  its still gona be  jam-packed month!

Somehow it all seems worth it -see, im already writing my pre-post-end-of-”internship” euology! hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr hur (:

I didnt escape unscathed physically – casualty count – one broken metatarsal, sporadically relapses of pain in the Achilles tendon, as well as a new shitty problem in the middle of the knee – suspected tear, whatever. best part? – all on the right leg. hee (:

still playing soccer, still running. so…its fine. (:

Otherwise my level of intelligence  has never before suffered such depressing levels of ignormity & dumbing down of  stupidity!  my salvaton lies in…the growing pile of notes on the study table.  ._.

brain’s really wasted when all you do is master the unteachable arts of stoning.

Returning to the years as a student again – so..IM damnn FINE. (:

what it takes, to be completely deprived of what we hate in order to fall in love with it.

so yes, i think the past 2 years have been eventful, not necessarily meaningful, no doubr lots of time wasted massively, poor us chums, but it hasnt been that entirely fruitless (im hungry D: )  <—— such bullshit. (:

Once it ends it’d be just another chapter closed, perhaps the most boring, ardous one with mammothliticallygigantic efforts just trying to find scrapes of meaning in it. & having none.

nah. it doesnt matter.it should not, anyway. (:

So, looking back to life as a student, though before that its a lot of spring cleaning to do in my room. & make over. which includes the wardrobe when one fine day mum announced me to get new stuff – yay until i realised she threw away most clothes. pwned./  i shall learn her trick. =D

 ): CNY beckons, meaning relatives, meaning cleaning up the house  impeccably.(by far an even more massively straining task for this lazy boy)  puerile amusement.

Means more football matches i can watch. means more time for sleeping. im NOT a 5am person. 6am, fnie, but not 5. ):

so people, could you all recommend good fiction and non-fiction novels to read? Thank you! (“:

If not its cue trips to Kino/Borders/Times to hunt again!

 zzzzz

laters.more.

i think.

no.

too lazy.

n..

fickle’s the word.

 

 

 

 

The Clue

•February 2, 2010 • Leave a Comment

“Cause we’re all we got on this bouncing ball.

And i love you free, I love you freely”

The Lost.

•February 1, 2010 • Leave a Comment

In tribute to Norman Rockwell. happy birthday!

“Spend more time with the ones who love you, because when you lose them, you realise too late that it is never enough.”

The Love II

•January 28, 2010 • Leave a Comment

 

“Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first real kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when no one else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be loved.”

 

thats how i view love.

& thats how i feel, everyday.

Just like this.

•January 28, 2010 • Leave a Comment

\O/ I AM VERY HAPPY.\O/

 

 

 (:

Actually, almost swooning with delight.

Its been so long, i almost forgotten what it feels like.

….

almost, but could never quite..

What matters most is that im cherishing each second.

because i have no idea how long it’d last.

im not concerned.

just like this,

im feeling damn

joyful.

like a kid whos just gotten

his first magical toy

  

I feel the uncreated path ahead of me, waititng to be paved, created, threaded by my footsteps

& marked & recorded by time, the eternal chronicler.

a renewed sense of purpose & vigour

& i know where, & why all these come from.

Thank You.

Always here, forever here.

Right here.

i knew who you were , but i never what knew you can be 

It makes everything i’d went through the past 4 years

once in many muted tones

sometimes only in two contrasting hues

completely worth it.

because

now

all i see

vibrant colours bloom;

i know, again

I found You.

 

I woke with a smile on my face, seeing Red devils out play & out gun their blue city neighbours.

FORZA MANCHESTER UNITED!

THE ROAD TO WEMBLEY NOW IS CONQUERED!

There is a brillant passion & anger, controlled  intense focus & concentration

the determined will & steely strength to rise above distractions & interruptions

relentlessly fufilling their roles with aplomb & purpose

that makes them a terrific  joy to watch

& makes me remember why i supported them in the first place.

 

Feburary’s  packed, & i love the feeling of it.

March is less, but less is also more in the sense i’d be busily picking up the pace & starting on a few things i’d planned out to do.

April, May will be fun (:

June & July are gona be real wild =D

thats how far i planned, for now

 

The Love.

•January 27, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Don’t settle for anything less than someone who loves you. Don’t love when you’re lonely, love when you’re ready. Don’t think that it happens all the time, either. Love isn’t the small scene of romance you’re exposed to as a teenager. It’s far different, far more real. Real love is hard to come by, but it comes. Maybe not for a while, but it shows up at some point. All of us are loved, but sometimes that person you want isn’t in your life yet. Don’t worry. They will be. Just stop waiting for it.”