kembang semangkok

2009-10-03T15:56:00.000+08:00

"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter."
e.e. cummings

2009-09-07T19:55:00.001+08:00

"We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit." - e.e. cummings

2009-09-07T19:52:00.001+08:00

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting." — e.e. cummings

2009-08-30T13:19:00.001+08:00

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation.
I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various
colours and fragrance, filling this earthen vessel to the brim.

My world will light its hundred different lamps with thy flame
and place them before the altar of thy temple.

No, I will never shut the doors of my senses.
The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.

Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy,
and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.

Senses - Rabindranath Tagore

2009-08-30T13:15:00.001+08:00

If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it.
I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil
and its head bent low with patience.

The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish,
and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.

Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests,
and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.

Patience - Rabindranath Tagore

2009-08-30T13:09:00.002+08:00

Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings.
I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my
little child.
How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh
his merits against his faults?
When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my
being.
When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him.
I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may
chastise who loves.

The Judge - Rabindranath Tagore

2009-07-18T18:58:00.002+08:00

Man in the mirror

2009-06-16T20:32:00.000+08:00

2009-06-06T09:28:00.002+08:00

Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them - if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.
The Catcher in the Rye
Mr. Antolini in Chapter 24

2009-06-06T09:26:00.000+08:00

Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.
The Catcher in the Rye
Holden Caulfield in Chapter 22

2009-05-24T14:25:00.000+08:00

And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray
wings, and I move

after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.

Sonnet LXXXI - Pablo Neruda

2009-05-11T22:36:00.000+08:00

When each day is the same as the next, it's because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives everyday that the sun rises.

'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho

2009-05-10T20:43:00.002+08:00

‘Marie, let’s suppose that two firemen go into a forest to put out a small fire. Afterwards, when they emerge and go over to a stream, the face of one is all smeared with black, while the other man’s face is completely clean. My question is this: which of the two will wash his face?

‘That’s a silly question. The one with the dirty face of course.’

‘No, the one with the dirty face will look at the other man and assume that he looks like him. And, vice versa, the man with the clean face will see his colleague covered in grime and say to himself: I must be dirty too. I’d better have a wash.’

‘What are you trying to say?’

‘I’m saying that, during the time I spent in the hospital, I came to realize that I was always looking for myself in the women I loved. I looked at their lovely, clean faces and saw myself reflected in them. They, on the other hand, looked at me and saw the dirt on my face and, however intelligent or self-confident they were, they ended up seeing themselves reflected in me thinking that they were worse than they were. Please, don’t let that happen to you.’

'The Zahir' by Paulo Coelho

2009-05-10T06:09:00.001+08:00

"...life can seem either very long or very short, according to how you live it."
'The Devil and Miss Prym' by Paulo Coelho

2009-05-03T11:20:00.002+08:00

2009-05-03T10:52:00.000+08:00

My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all.- John Lennon

Dengar...

2009-04-28T19:09:00.005+08:00

Ornella Vanoni feat. Jovanotti- Io Più te

Giusy Ferreri - Stai Fermo Li

Listen..

2009-04-14T21:39:00.000+08:00

Tracy Chapman - Fast Car

The Scream by Edvard Munch

2009-04-14T21:25:00.000+08:00

2009-04-14T21:15:00.000+08:00

Pick the day. Enjoy it - to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come... The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present - and I don't want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future. - Audrey Hepburn

2009-04-05T19:51:00.000+08:00

2009-04-05T12:36:00.001+08:00

"When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations,
it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end." - Bella Swan 'Twilight'

2-Cow Model for Government Definitions

2009-03-25T21:37:00.002+08:00

SOCIALISM: You have two cows. You keep one and give the other to your neighbour.

COMMUNISM: You have two cows. The Government takes both and shares the milk with you and your neighbour.

FACISM: You have two cows. You give the milk to the government and they sell it back to you.

NAZI-ISM: Government shoots you and takes both cows.

CAPITALISM: You have two cows. You milk them and pour the lot down the drain to keep the price up.

SADISM: You have two cows. You shoot them both and drown yourself in the milk.

APARTHEID: You have two cows. You give the black cow's milk to the white cow to drink and don't milk the white cow.

WELFARE STATE: You have two cows. You milk them and give them the milk to drink.

ANARCHISM: You have two cows. The cows shoot you and milk each other.

BUREAUCRACY: You have two cows. You fill in 17 forms in triplicate and you don't have time to milk them.

UNITED NATIONS: You have two cows. Russia vetoes the farmer from milking them. Britain and France veto the cows from milking the farmers. USA abstains.

IDEALISM: You have two cows. You marry and your wife milks them.

REALISM: You have two cows. You get married and you still milk them.

COMMONSENSE: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.

2009-03-25T21:31:00.002+08:00

How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.
~Anais Nin~

2009-03-25T21:25:00.000+08:00

Veronika Decides To Die
Paulo Coelho

'You say they create their own reality,' said Veronika, 'but what is reality?'

'It's what the majority deems it to be. It's not necessarily the best or the most logical, but it's the one that has become adapted to the desires of society as a whole. You see this thing i've got round my neck?'

'You mean your tie?'

'Exactly. Your answer is the logical, coherent answer an absolutely normal person would give: it's a tie! A madman, however, would say that what I have round my neck is a ridiculous, useless bit of coloured cloth tied in a very complicated way, and which makes it harder to get air into your lungs and difficult to turn your neck. I have to be careful when I'm anywhere near a fan, or I could be strangled by this bit of cloth.

If a mad person were to ask me what this tie is for, I would have to say, absolutely nothing. It's not even purely decorative, since nowadays it's become a symbol of slavery, power, aloofness. The only really useful function a tie serves is the sense of relief when you get home and take it off; you feel as if you've freed yourself from something, though quite what you don't know.

'But does that sense of relief justify the existence of ties? No. Nevertheless, if I were to ask a madman and a normal person what this is, the sane person would say: a tie. It doesn't matter who's correct, what matters is who's right.'

Certain people, in their eagerness to construct a world which no external threat can penetrate, build exaggeratedly high defenses against the outside world, against new people, new places, different experiences, and leave their inner world stripped bare. It is there that Bitterness begins its irrevocable work.

The will was the main target of Bitterness (or Vitriol, as Dr. Igor preferred to call it). The people attacked by this malaise began to lose all desire, and within a few years, they became unable to leave their world, where they had spent enormous reserves of energy constructing high walls in order to make reality what they wanted it to be.

In order to avoid external attack, they had also deliberately limited internal growth, they continued going to work, watching television, having children, complaining about the traffic, but these things happened automatically, unaccompanied by any particular emotion, because, after all, everything was under control.

The great problem with poisoning by Bitterness was that the passions -- hatred, love, despair, enthusiasm, curiosity -- also ceased to manifest themselves. After a while, the embittered person felt no desire at all. They lacked the will either to live or to die, that was the problem.

That is why embittered people find heroes and madmen a perennial source of fascination, for they have no fear of life or death. Both heroes and madmen are indifferent to danger and will forge ahead regardless of what other people say. The madman committed suicide, the hero offered himself up to martyrdom in the name of a cause, but both would die, and the embittered would spend many nights and days remarking on the absurdity and the glory of both. It was the only moment when the embittered person had the energy to clamber up his defensive walls and peer over at the world outside, but then his hands and feet would grow tired and he would return to daily life.

2009-03-25T21:05:00.000+08:00

"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger."
— Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights)

2009-03-14T15:29:00.005+08:00

Labels are for filing. Labels are for clothing. Labels are not for people.

~Martina Navratilova~

2009-03-14T14:40:00.014+08:00

Leyla's Poem

Every night I empty my heart, but by morning it's full again
Slow droplets of you sleep in through the night's soft caress
At dawn I overflow with thoughts of us
An aching pleasure that gives me no respite
Love cannot be contained
The neat packaging of desire splits asunder
Spilling crimson through my days
Long, languishing days that are now bruised tender with
yearning
Spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.

2009-03-09T21:21:00.007+08:00

I'm just trying to keep my feet on the

ground

Trying to stop the world spinning round
I can't speak

Cause I might say

What I know I can't betray
So tell me, tell me the way from here.
I heard you speak, I heard you cry

But nothing came, no reason why
Did you say

That you cared

Was it just a breath we shared?
Please tell me, tell me, tell me the way

from here.
Don't tell me, tell me, don’t say what I

want to hear.

~Tell me - Raiomond Mirza/Shamim Sarif~

listen..

2009-02-22T11:10:00.001+08:00

Yiruma - River Flows in You

2009-02-22T10:57:00.000+08:00

The intellectual is always showing off,
the lover is always getting lost.
The intellectual runs away.
afraid of drowning;
the whole business of love
is to drown in the sea.
Intellectuals plan their repose;
lovers are ashamed to rest.
The lover is always alone.
even surrounded by people;
like water and oil, he remains apart.
The man who goes to the trouble
of giving advice to a lover
get nothing. He's mocked by passion.
Love is like musk. It attracts attention.
Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.

~Jalaluddin Rumi~

2009-02-22T10:53:00.000+08:00

Let go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.
If you want a clear mirror,
behold yourself
and see the shameless truth,
which the mirror reflects.
If metal can be polished
to a mirror-like finish,
what polishing might the mirror
of the heart require?
Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not.

-Jalaluddin Rumi-

Saddest Poem by Pablo Neruda

2009-02-22T10:45:00.001+08:00

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's.
As she once belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

2009-02-03T21:28:00.005+08:00

she was standin by a broken tree

her hands are all twisted

she was pointin at me

i was damned by light coming

over, as she spoke with a voice

that disrupted the sky

she said walk on over here

to this bit of shade

i will wrap you in my arms

and you'll know you've been saved

let me sign

~Rob Pattinson~

2009-01-03T19:41:00.002+08:00

"Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius"
~Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart~

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

2009-01-03T19:28:00.001+08:00

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

2008-12-31T23:18:00.000+08:00

happy new year 2009!

2008-12-17T18:57:00.001+08:00

Twilight

2008-12-14T19:12:00.002+08:00

Never Think ~ Rob Pattinson

I should never think

What's in your heart

What's in our home

So I won't

You'll learn to hate me

But still call me baby

Oh love

So call me by my name

And save your soul

Save your soul

Before you're too far gone

Before nothing can be done

I'll try to decide when

She'll lie in the end

I ain't got no fight in me

In this whole damn world

Tell you to hold off

You choose to hold on

It's the one thing that I've known

Once I put my coat on

I'm coming out in this all wrong

She's standing outside holding me

Saying oh please

I'm in love

Girl save your soul

Go on save your soul

Before it's too far gone

And before nothing can be done

'Cause without me

You got it all

So hold on

Without me you got it all

So hold on

Without me you got it all

So hold on

Without me you got it all

So hold on

Without me you got it all

So hold on

Hold on

Flightless bird, American mouth by Iron & Wine

2008-12-08T20:44:00.001+08:00

I was a quick wet boy,
diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair,
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
and called for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird,
jealous,
weeping
or lost you,
american mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood mountain stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird,
grounded,
bleeding
or lost you,
american mouth
Big pill stuck going down

2008-11-11T21:10:00.004+08:00

Maya Hayes: I love penguins.
Emily: Me, too.
Will Hayes: Me, three.
Maya Hayes: Did you know that penguins mate for life? Although, Mr. Monell told us that sometimes the husband and wife penguins get separated because of their migraine patterns.
Will Hayes, Emily: Migratory.
Maya Hayes: Well, sometimes they're apart for years, but they almost always find each other. Do you know what the husband and wife penguins do after they find each other after all that time? Throw back their heads, flap their flippers, and sing as loud as they can! [imitating a penguin]
Maya Hayes: Wah wah wah!

~Definitely, Maybe (2008)

2008-11-11T20:10:00.004+08:00

Narrated Abu Huraira: I heard Allah's Apostle saying,
"The good deeds of any person will not make him enter Paradise." (i.e. None can enter Paradise through his good deeds.) They (the Prophet's companions) said, 'Not even you, O Allah's Apostle?' He said, "Not even myself, unless Allah bestows His favor and mercy on me."
So be moderate in your religious deeds and do the deeds that are within your ability: and none of you should wish for death, for if he is a good doer, he may increase his good deeds, and if he is an evil doer, he may repent to Allah."
~Sahih Bukhari

2008-11-02T10:04:00.003+08:00

"Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?"
~ Anne of Green Gables (1908) by Lucy Maud Montgomery

2008-10-12T19:40:00.003+08:00

People preferred to live in a huge asylum, religiously following rules written by who knows who, rather than fighting for the right to be different. ~ Paulo Coelho

2008-10-11T23:31:00.002+08:00

Hunter 'Patch' Adams:
Home. The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin and a goal or destination. And the storm? The storm was all in my mind. Or as the poet Dante put it: In the middle of the journey of my life, I found myself in a dark wood, for I had lost the right path. Eventually I would find the right path, but in the most unlikely place.

Patch Adams (1998)

2008-10-11T23:19:00.002+08:00

Love Sonnet XVII - Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret,
between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

2008-10-11T22:08:00.002+08:00

Lorenzo:
"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils."

The Merchant of Venice (V, i, 83-85)

2008-10-06T19:36:00.006+08:00

"You have come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight? Aye, fight and you may die, run and you'll live.

At least a while.

And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom!"

William Wallace

Braveheart (1995)

2008-10-06T17:46:00.001+08:00

Scarecrow: I haven't got a brain... only straw.
Dorothy: How can you talk if you haven't got a brain?
Scarecrow: I don't know... But some people without brains do an awful lot of talking... don't they?
Dorothy: Yes, I guess you're right.
-The Wizard of Oz (1939)

2008-10-05T15:39:00.001+08:00

Ladies, here's a hint. If you're up against a girl with big boobs, bring her to the net and make her hit backhand volleys. That's the hardest shot for the well-endowed. ~ Billie Jean King

2008-10-05T08:56:00.002+08:00

Hamlet:
I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so
To punish me with this, and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him.
So again good night.
I must be cruel only to be kind.
This bad begins and worse remains behind.

Hamlet Act 3, scene 4, 173 - 179

Void

2008-10-05T08:34:00.001+08:00

As in my hand, I hold happiness
Such moment bring sudden incompleteness
At a time when, once, a dream hastily came
of which all passions and emotions, then held, are untamed

At such nights, I held onto the memories...to the dream
Its coldness as if an answer to vivid triviality
As my soul, half-filled, lost to eternity
Rhythms would sound nostalgic...to melancholy

This night; poignant, resolute, dense...
the dream came back sudden and unworded
and the years of yearning, longing and wonder
now defined with one word, hardly an utter

The dream once filling me with incompleteness
now is distant, unknown, unheld
For what had once been of light and vibrance,
now dimmed and lost of feigned existence

And in my hands, the dream had slipped
when I should have saved such, I did not care
for such dream brings no more but apathy dead of meaning, though still shining, was no longer there

2008-10-01T18:05:00.000+08:00

bunge serai

2008-10-01T18:04:00.000+08:00

selamat hari raya aidilfitri!

2008-09-24T19:37:00.004+08:00

FULL OF HUMILITY by Dawud Wharnsby Ali

Put all our pride away,
always find a gentle word to say
you know we shouldn't fool ourselves,
Allah has given so much to you and me.
Put all our pride away,
Always thank Allah when we pray,
You know we shouldn't be full of ourselves
when we, should be full of humility.

We're all livin' here together on this planet floatin' round the sun
We're all equal to one another,
no one's better than anyone
The only thing we have to weigh us all apart
is the faith only Allah can see, deep inside our hearts.

Put all our pride away,
always find a gentle word to say
you know we shouldn't fool ourselves,
Allah has given so much to you and me.
Put all our pride away,
Always thank Allah when we pray,
You know we shouldn't be full of ourselves
when we, should be full of humility.

Trying hard to simply be humble and never act too proud
It's easy to trip and stumble with your nose up above the clouds
Its always best to be modest and keep our feet on the ground
Cause pride will eat us up inside if we're arrogant and loud.

Put all our pride away,
always find a gentle word to say
you know we shouldn't fool ourselves,
Allah has given so much to you and me.
Put all our pride away,
Always thank Allah when we prey,
You know we shouldn't be full of ourselves
when we, should be full of humility.

ps: Thanks SZU =)

2008-09-24T19:11:00.001+08:00

tomjones tomjones tomjones

2008-09-18T12:58:00.003+08:00

"It aint what you dont know that gets you into trouble, its what you know for sure that just aint so" - Mark Twain

Bagus2

2008-09-18T10:49:00.009+08:00

ahhhh....finally, my laptop da sihat! (was on "medication leave" for 3 months and 5 days to be exact...long story malas la nak crite =/), the DSL light does not blink anymore, read Cik Pamina's blog and i was smiling all the way because it felt good to be back.

2008-06-13T20:28:00.000+08:00

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage."- Anais Nin

2008-06-12T20:15:00.000+08:00

If I am to close my eyes and never to waken
Let my mind be filled with wonderful thoughts of you
For I have lived, but was forgone by emptiness
I could not see your face, your eyes evade me
How am I to drift to slumber when you’re lost from my dreams?

If I am to close my eyes and never to waken
Let me be still and stay in your silence
For in such I have neither fear nor uncertainties
I could not hear my voice, your own could not fill me
How can I be of peace when thoughts of you fail to overwhelm me?

If I am to close my eyes and never to waken
Let God be giving and my wish fulfilled, let it be you that I last see
For the chance may be taken and could not be given once more
Even for a time. A stolen moment. Even if it be a lie.
I’ll then be happy till my last waking hour.

2008-06-12T18:57:00.005+08:00

Samantha : I've lost my orgasm.
Carrie : In the cab?
Charlotte : What do you mean, 'lost'?
Samantha : I just spent the last two hours fucking with no finale.
Carrie : It happens. Sometimes you just can't get there.
Samantha : I can always get there.
Charlotte : Every time you have sex?
Carrie : She's exaggerating. Please say you're exaggerating.
Samantha : Well, I'll admit I have had to polish myself off once or twice, but yes! When I RSVP to a party, I make it my business to come.

ps: dont u just adore her? i heart samantha jones!

2008-06-12T18:52:00.004+08:00

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships.

There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back.

But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself.

And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

- Carrie Bradshaw of Sex & the City

2008-06-12T18:26:00.001+08:00

After a break-up, certain street, locations, even times of day are off-limits. The city becomes a deserted battlefield, loaded with emotional landmines. You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces.

- Carrie Bradshaw of Sex & the City

2008-06-12T18:09:00.002+08:00

Samantha: Until he says "I love you", you're a free agent.
Carrie: What is this? The Rules According to Samantha?
Samantha: See? I'm more old-fashioned than you think.
- Sex & the City

2008-06-07T11:20:00.002+08:00

"What good would wings be if you couldn't feel wind on your face?"

2008-06-07T11:17:00.002+08:00

"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful

commited citizens can change the world; indeed,

is it the only thing that ever has." - Margaret Mead

2008-06-07T11:03:00.003+08:00

I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

from "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" - William Butler Yeats

This poem was recited by Sgt. Danny Daly, Radioman, before the crew went up for their final mission in the film "Memphis Belle".

2008-06-07T10:45:00.002+08:00

In a world gone mad it’s hard to think right
So much violence hate and spite
Murder going on all day and night
Due time we fight the non-violent fight

Now how many people must get killed?
For oil families pockets to get filled?
How many oil families get killed?
Not a damn one so what’s the deal?

And we, condemned to repeat history
In spiraling murderous circles
The well is full of the dead
Where, then, do we wash our hands?
In whose blood, but the Enemy?

In A World Gone Mad - The Beastie Boys

Discovery

2008-05-25T06:30:00.000+08:00

It is the beauty in you that I see.
Innate. Infinite. Real.
The kind not all are fortunate
to glimpse upon
One which from the beginning
held me at awe
And each day, I see it grow.
Filling me, completing me.
Your laughter, tears, confusion
anguish and pain...
Your mere presence that soothes me,
mind and heart.
It is in you that I have known
the gifts of life
It's enigmatic existence
for which I have no answers
Its complexity and relativity
that leaves me confounded.
It is in you that I have found singularity
and somewhat sense of peace.
It is in you...
that in irony
I feel without touch
I breathe without air...that
I hide without cover
It is in you...that I have found and lost me.

2008-05-24T04:37:00.000+08:00

"I confessed my love for her, and with a burning pain in my heart I realized how unnecessary, how petty, and how deceptive all that had hindered us from loving was. I understood that when you love you must either, in your judgments about that love, start from what is highest, from what is more important than happiness or unhappiness, sin or virtue in their accepted meaning, or you must not judge at all.

"I kissed her for the last time, pressed her hand, and we parted forever. The train was already in motion."

- from "On Love"

Everything that is said in [Chekhov's] works about the fate of the world and of people is in essence so simple that it might enter the head of any ordinary person...But Chekhov expressed this simple wisdom in words so magically beautiful and, in their beauty, so comforting, that everyone was left with the impression that somehow he had been reassured about something...For all these sufferers of life the creations of Chekhov acted as a sudden revivifying flood of tears which are evoked by deep suffering, but which, after flowing, relieve the soul, lighten sorrow, and reconcile one with the most inconsolable misery.
-- found by Emily, source unknown

blogging

2008-05-21T20:59:00.000+08:00

1st post *tadaaa*