Wash the day off me~

24hours in a day sometimes just doesn't seem enough. And occasionally it seems neverending. This is me, after entering the door, sitting here infront of my brother's computer (because McAfee is fucking up my laptop) with a ton of things to babbler about, but my brain just doesn't want to work anymore. Lesson learnt today: never take bus 65 home from town. It would probably cause premature death.

On another note: the paint job at the new house is almost done and it's beautiful. Tempting teal was a really good choice for an accent colour! And my bag blends in flawlessly~ When all the furniture is in place, it's going to be a piece of Heaven right in the heart of town. Ooooh, my new add: Heaven in Town~ :P

Hairspray is my best friend. I use 2 cans of hairspray in 1 1/2 weeks. It holds me up for the entire day, and with a little scrubbing, everything comes off! Granted that I may be the one solely responsible for the hole in the ozone layer, or that the amount of hairspray I've used in my lifespan has left me with a mental disorder, but when all else fails, I have a great hairdo to fall back on. Who else can say as much? ;)

I don't aim to impress, neither am I up to be impressed.

"It is sometimes a mistake to climb, it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt. If you do not climb, you will not fall: this is true. But is it that bad to fail, that hard to fall?? Sometimes you wake, and yes, sometimes you die. But sometimes there is a third alternative.
Sometimes you wake up, sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes when you fall, you fly."

I would love to end this with a witty one-liner, but they're all stuck in my laptop at this point of time, and besides, the walk to my room after this long long (but rewarding) day is gonna take my last breath, and to think of a new one right now will leave me mentally retard. Next time~ ;)

In the dark...

My toilet has been in the dark for the past 2 days now, and I cannot shower in the kitchen any longer because any mis-step in that teeny tiny toilet will prove fatal. I have absolutely no idea how to change a light bulb, and my brother is too freakin' lazy to get a new one. He's in charge of the technical stuff around the house, btw ;)

Light up the dark~~~

and as I promised, Yan~~~~
http://herbalife-raaz.jimdo.com/ - I'm helping a fren to promote this website for healthy lifestyle and weight loss products. Do check it out~~

Wake up call~

Just yesterday (10/03/09) in the evening, a fren was talking about her colleague being in the hopsital with a failed kidney and lung, and had to be hooked onto a life support since Feb. And just today in the afternoon while I was in the gym, she was at his funeral. Anyone else needs a wake up call??

What do you know for sure??

I know that life is short, and that nothing is certain, and by the same note, somethings are certain. We go through this rollercoaster, and we have our own ways of learning, our own beliefs, and our own fallbacks. We write our own rules, and have our own expectations. I believe it's what most of us can count on, ourselves. Not what someone said, not what some actor/actress quoted. This is life, and it's started. =)

My mum once said, no matter if it's 6ft down or 8ft, or a mile, you dig your own grave. Nobody can do it for you, and you cannot do it for someone else. No matter how much you dodge, or how hard you try, or what you decide to do with your remains, you're gonna end up dead someday. So live. No matter how low you fall, live. Because it's the moments that take your breath away, the people that illuminate your life, that makes it worth living for. We do what we can, when we can. And if we can't, we can't, and nobody can fault us for that. We give, but shouldn't expect anything in return, as Shakespeare once said: Expectation is the root of all heartaches. And as a dear fren of mine once so artfully stated: Assumption is the mother of all fuckups.

Everybody goes on and on about how the next moment you might not be alive; you could get hit by a cab, or struck by lightning, or eaten by your dog/cat/hamster/fish. But seeing death, really seeing it, makes talking about it seem ridiculous. So, stop lying to yourself. Denial is a very good coping mechanism indeed, but it feels you empty on the inside. Do what you really want to do, and say what you really mean. This goes out to you, my dear fren. The pain can only cut as far as you want it to. Even when it seems like things are spiraling out of control, you can still get a grip on it. Granted that it takes a whole helluva lot of strength and courage to, but would you rather have see yourself living in misery and telling yourself lies that IT'S OK. We only get 1 shot. Make the best of it. The very next moment means the previous one has passed, and you cannot get it back. Make each one count. Or die trying~

So much to say, so little time. But you'll get the gist of it~ ;)

Look what I found?!?!

This is something that I found somewhere online, quite some time ago, and really loved. I think it was personally written, or personally stolen, I don't know. No judgement. I just love it~ ;)

How many times must the world revolve,

Before someone makes a stop in your life?

How many pieces does the jigsaw puzzle have,

To put together a portrait of your shattered heart?

How many hourglasses have been overturned,

Before broken lovers become completely familiar strangers?

How many bottomless pits must we stumble on,

For us to make a stand on our relationships?

How many voice messages must one leave,

For two to have a chat of a thousand and one nights?

How many rosy shells does it take,

To fit the whole world of a sky?

How many paper cranes must be folded,

To build a bridge for you and I?

How many sleepless nights must one spend,

To never see the light of day?

How many cans of pain will it take,

To cover up the Lovers Mural that we both created?

How many stars does it take to fit my universe,

Before I become part of your world?

How many?

But who's counting really?

Ass luck~

I am terrified of jaywalking. It's one of the few bad things I'm bad at, not because I'm blind, or that I'm not capable of running on tippytoes. I have climbed into buildings and houses and things yo mama told you not to do. But jaywalking?!?! I just have bad judgement of distance, hence my lateness. Couple that with ass luck and you have the perfect recipe to get hit by a car while crossing the road illegally. Most people jaywalk like it's breathing, effortless. Most people can tell a car's too near, or too fast to avoid, and when to take the 1st step onto the road. Me? With my bad bad estimation and murphy's luck, I would aim and walk into the nearest oncoming car. Please, for the love of me, don't make me jaywalk ok?? They invented traffic lights and crossings for a reason~~~~~~

Ignorance is bliss, no??

A conversation between a dear dear fren and my sweet sweet Robert stuck in my head, even though at that very moment I was in a "lights on, nobody's home" situation. The world would be a better place if we were all just a little bit retarded. Given the choice, what would you prefer?? To be blissfully unaware of everything, or to gather happiness from knowing and higher thinking?? I would choose the former in a heartbeat. Ignorance is bliss. BUT, I wasn't born to be a simpleton. I dissect things in my head, compartmentalize everything, and put them in little nooks and crannies. And every once in awhile, when nobody's looking, I peep into those little closets of thoughts. It ain't healthy. You know how things get mouldy and eeky when kept in cupboards for too long? I'm airing my head now, LOL. Spring-cleaning is taking place in the library that houses all your thoughts, all my thoughts, and all the thoughts we never knew we had. And yes, I think alot. I think too much, and it's my blessing, and my misery. And there is a dark side that my mind tends to lean towards, but these days... I'm seeing things in a new light. Life's too short to be stumbling around in darkness. The darkness brings about a sense of comfort that nobody can see you, and nobody knows you, and you can be anyone you want to be. You spend your time alone in the dark. But it is much easier to find your way around when there's light. You don't have to bump yourself to learn a lesson. No more bruises, 'coz we all know blueblacks ain't pretty.

And yes, I am the happiest that I have ever been :)