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Thursday, December 03, 2009

Love, Chance and Choice.

When we meet the right person to love when we're at the right place at the right time, that's chance. When you meet someone you're attracted to, that's not a choice. That's chance. Being caught up in a moment (and there's a lot of couples who get together because of this) is not a choice. That's also a chance.

The difference is what happens afterwards. When will you take that infatuation, that crush, that mind-blowing attraction to the next level? That's when all sanity goes back, you sit down and contemplate whether you want to make this into a concrete relationship or just a fling. If you decide to love a person, even with his faults, that's not a chance. That's choice. When you choose to be with a person, no matter what, that's choice.

Even if you know there are many people out there who are more attractive, smarter, and richer than your mate, and yet, you decide to love your mate just the same, that's choice. Infatuation, crushes, attraction comes to us by chance. But true love that lasts is truly a choice. A choice that we make.

Regarding soul mates, there's a beautiful movie quote that I believe is so true about this: “Fate brings you together, but it's still up to you to make it happen.” I do believe that soul mates do exist. That there is truly someone made for you. But it's still up to you to make the choice if you're going to do something about it or not. We may meet our soul mates by chance, but loving and staying with our soul mates is still a choice we have to make.
We came to the world not by finding someone perfect to love… BUT to learn how to love an imperfect person perfectly…

Love itself is a choice.

chain e-mails, fb notes, many tumblr post… Million thanks to the author from me.


Wednesday, December 02, 2009

<3.

currently:
cramming what's left in a short span of time

i need to:
do more cardio! :p

i still thinks:
thinking is the best way to lose weight coz it takes energy.
http://www.fi.edu/learn/brain/carbs.html

ebook:
Aldous Huxley - Brave New World

Book:
Through The Looking Glass - Lewis Caroll

Playlist:
John Mayer, Billie Holiday, MGMT


Tuesday, December 01, 2009

(. .)

found some old stuff in the mail....

BREATH NO MORE
One cut, two cut, three cut, four,
I shouldn't do this anymore,
Five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight,
But by now, it's already too late.

One pill, two pill, three pill, four,
My body trembles, falls to the floor,
Five pill, six pill, seven pill, eight,
This life, this world, I sincerely hate.

One shot, two shot, three shot, four,
Crimson red falls on the floor,
Five shot, six shot, seven shot, eight,
Death by choice, not by fate.

One tear, two tear, three tear, four,
Soon there won't be anymore,
Five tear, six tear, seven tear, eight,
This final decision, I contemplate.

One breath, two breath, three breath, four,
I've stopped breathing, breathe no more,
Five breath, six breath, seven breath...

Of course I didn't write this... this is too good to be me. Unfortunately, I didn't save any of my work when I deleted everything from my old blog. There were several good ones from me but they were quite dark too... not as dark as this one. I liked a few, one that was not very dark got published.
Then again, I stopped writing... I don't why I stopped too.. it just happened like that. I couldn't write anymore too. I couldn't bring myself to write; neither did I read more.

Sara Teasdale - Compensation
I should be glad of loneliness
And hours that go on broken wings,
A thirsty body, a tired heart
And the unchanging ache of things,
If I could make a single song
As lovely and as full of light,
As hushed and brief as a falling star
On a winter night.

For some reasons.. not exactly reason... it's unknown how but now I do write again. I got the best of both world, hate and love. They have a term for this, metaphysics. But I think, I just love life for now. Everyone dies, but not everyone lives. I still remember the chat with the pilot, it'd be sad to live a life with things but an empty soul inside because passion and true heart desires were not fulfilled.

William Blake - Auguries of Innocence
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.



Monday, November 30, 2009

so loving!!!!



good times. good times.

incubation. incubation. incubation.

for better better better better development. development. development.

incubation. incubation. perseverance. perseverace. glow glow glow in the dark.

little spark. once properly cultivated, a pretty bon fire. seek it out in the dark sky while you fly.

in the day, the spark joins the sun and shine. when it rains, a little rays shines through from above.

a rainbow have no ends. the earth is round. the universe is an unknown. there are biggger things and also smaller things.

little one, you must prepare now and be ready to leave anytime.

little one, you will never know when it's the time, so always be prepared.

when your calling is here, you must go. be on your mark, get set, and soar with all your might!


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oh. my. god.

it was just recently i realize i have a profound preference for what i want in the market.

clean face but with stubbles! so adore it! :D and because homo usually shave. so it's easier for me to differentiate.

XD!



Saturday, November 28, 2009

[*]



* I love the new belly ring I bought to use as ear ring. So shiny~
* Finally a new shirt too... I've been looking for a nice navy stripes shirt, so this would do for the moment. Big and comfortable... sort of a girly bf shirt design.
* My target currently: lose 10KGs by January.
* Christmas WANT list: Blackberry Bold/Curve, iPod nano, Aldous Huxley - Brave New World, Art frame, hot glue gun, a trip to somewhere, more pillows and a table.
* I got me self a bright yellow pants, yellow shoes and red shoes under MYR100! w00t! So proud of my thriftiness now! :D

nothing much new. 18 again.



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Currently also obsessed with listening to Billie Holiday and John Mayer's latest album - Battle Studies.





Now that we are over as the loving kind
We'll be dreaming ways to keep the good alive
Only when we want is not a compromise
I'll be pouring tears into your drying eyes

Friends, lovers, or nothing
There can only be one
Friends, lovers, or nothing
We'll never be the in-between
So give it up

You whisper "Come on over"
Cause your two drinks in
But in the morning I will say
Good-bye again

Think we'll never fall into
The jealous game
The streets will flood
With blood of those who felt the same

Friends, lovers, or nothing
There can only be one
Friends, lovers, or nothing
We'll never an in-between, so give it up

Friends, lovers, or nothing
We can really only ever be one
Friends, lovers, or nothing
Don't you know
We'll never be the in-between
So give it up

No we'll never the in-between
So give it up

Anything other than 'yes' is 'no'
Anything other than 'stay' is 'go'
Anything less than 'I love you' is lying.

Currently
Battle Studies
By John Mayer
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