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Sunday, 8 July 2007

Song, Pimples, Sushi, Eyebrows.

So. Just to let you know, I've been writing a few paragraphs here before, but erased it again, and again, and decided not to bother to write about it anymore. I know, such very ridiculously thoughtful of me.

I found myself loving some tunes by Lily Allen nowadays. This track is really nice. And the lyrics is deep,man! Reminds me a lot of him. Oh gosh, now I'm being melancholic. Okay, okay, there's someone, so what?

"Littlest Things" (you can see the video here)

Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing
And I remember when you started calling me your Mrs
All the play fighting
All the flirtatious disses
I’d tell you sad stories about my childhood
I dunno why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We’d spend the whole weekend
Lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy
In your boxers and your t-shirt

Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, it seems
That I can’t shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too

The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it’s so true
I know it’s not right but it seems unfair
That thing’s are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on
Tell me

Drinkin’ tea in bed, watchin’ DVD’s
When I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines
You’d take me out shopping
And all we’d buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
The first time that you introduced me to your friends
And you could tell that I was nervous, so you held my hand
When I was feeling down, you’d make that face you do
There’s no-one in the world who could replace you

"The first time you introduced me to your friends, and you could tell that I was nervous, so you held my hand" is really sweet. I didn't know her right until one of my friend mentioned that he just bought her CD, and so he let me hear some of her tracks, and although I don't like them all, some of 'em are really good. Like this one, and "Naive". You'd probably hear the other version sung by The Kooks, I don't know which one is the original.

Anyway, I've come to realize that my face is so full of pimples. Cow, I have no idea how. You know, I used to be the kind of person who has never bothered to use moisturizer, cleanser, toner, or whatever facial products out there, and along my adolescence years, that worked for me perfectly. Whereas all my friends were so busy putting on creams and products on their faces every night, I could proudly say I didn't need 'em. (results of observation everytime we spend some nights together) I have never even gone through a single facial. Yes, and I call myself a girl. Dunno whether I should laugh or cry.

But hey, it was fine before. I don't know since when, I think it was me trying to experience being more like a lady, (yeah, and that bit me right in the ass! Sod!) I started trying washing my face with certain products and etc, etc. Sometimes it was okay, sometimes during a period, I would have some pimples. The thing is, I was never quite sure whether it was really the product, or it was me.

So well, these days(actually, since I was in Perth for quite a period of time), there are some red dots and pimples everywhere. I wouldn't say my face is full of pimples, cos that would be exaggerating, but ah sod it! I'm the drama queen, I'm allowed to exaggerate!!!

Yes! My face is damn full of pimples everywhere! It's so damn unglam! And I don't know what to do about it! Cos, see, if I started putting more new things, I'm afraid it will get worse! But if I keep on using the same thing, there's a possibility that the product is actually the reason why I had pimples in the first place! But so what? I should stop using them altogether? What if my face becomes...I don't know...like the surface of the moon or something??! Oh bollocks. Annoying.

Today..I went out for a sushi lunch slash dinner! I wonder how long this sushi-craving-salmon-addiction will last. Like, there were times when I totally loved Auntie Anne's parmesan cheese pretzel, or that fetucinni I used to buy everyday, but those periods have passed. Now, I wonder when is the end for this salmon cravings. Something tells me it won't be in near future, so be wary, my wallet!

Oh! Last time I was insisted by a sales girl to do some sort of permanen eye brow shaping thing. Gosh, now I totally forgot the name for it. So anyway, it costed like, a hundred and forty bucks, but she insisted that it was worth it, that eyebrows are really important, bla bla bla. No matter how many times my friend and I have said, "Please, we're not some fucking millionaire. We're some struggling students who just wouldn't spend that kind of money for fixing our eyebrows!"

Haha. Look at us! We would be people with extremely beautiful eyebrows who just can't afford to EAT! Yeah! We will be starving but hey! At least we have great eyebrows! Look!

Yeah, right. How funny is that?!!!

I'm rambling again, aren't I? Ah well. Nothing you haven't known! I saw Lady in the Water some days ago, it was...interesting. I remember being quite freaked out by the trailer, but the film couldn't be further away from scary. And I just knew that the concept was based on the bed-time story M.Night Shyamalan always tells his children. That guy has one wicked sense of imagination, I'm telling you.

Fine! Fine! This entry won't have an end if I keep on doing this. Keep adding stuffs I remember! Next week is Harry Potter movie premiere! Catch you later!;)

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Quotes

There's a hundred million different ways of writing, and it takes you a long time to sort through that stuff. And I think it takes anyone a long time to find a voice.

You must learn to take the good with the bad, the happy with the sad, love what you’ve got and remember what you had. Learn to forgive, but never forget, learn from your mistakes but never regret. People change and things go wrong, but you just have to remember that life goes on.

The day before I’m supposed to be meeting Caroline for a drink, I develop all the textbook symptoms of a crush: nervous stomach, long periods spent daydreaming, an inability to remember what she looks like. I can bring back the dress and the boots, and I can see her bangs, but her face is a blank.

I don't know, I think that if I could just accept the fact that my life is supposed to be difficult. You know, that's what to be expected, then I might not get so pissed-off about it and I'll just be glad when something nice happens.

I can see now I never really committed to Laura. I always had one foot out the door, and that prevented me from doing a lot of things, like thinking about my future and... I guess it made more sense to commit to nothing, keep my options open. And that's suicide. By tiny, tiny increments.

There's a big fucking world out there. It's messy, and it's chaotic, and it's never, never ever the thing you'd expect. It is ok to be scared, but you cannot allow your fears to turn you into an asshole, not when it comes to the people that love you, the people that need you.

Maybe what I'm saying is, is the world might be evolving the way a person evolves. Right? Like, I mean, me for example. Am I getting worse? Am I improving? I don't know. When I was younger, I was healthier, but I was, uh, whacked with insecurity, you know? Now I'm older and my problems are deeper, but I'm more equipped to handle them.

I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.

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.

A woman needs to be held, even, and science has shown this, if its with someone she doesn't care about. Protective hormones are released, and the amount of hormones released depends on the degree to which she is held. The first and best is the complete surround. He wraps you in both arms, whispers how beautiful you are. Second best is the 'arm around.' He is next to you but with one arm around you. Third is he's just next to you on his elbow, but he rests his hand on your stomach and looks at you. Fourth is you snuggling up to him with your head on his chest, while he looks away into space. But when the first best happens, you feel completely, wonderfully like a woman.

So, so what, so fuck off, go home, leave you alone? I'll tell you something Paul, there isn't anything that I've wanted for eighteen years, cause I was a kid eighteen years ago. And if I did still want the same things I'd think I'd gone wrong somewhere, because actually I don't want to marry David Cassidy, I don't want bigger tits, I don't want to do better on my marks. I've stopped worrying about that kind of thing and maybe you should try.

Well maybe there's a big bit of you that's gone missing somewhere, maybe everyone should want something they've always wanted.

Why is it that adults aren't supposed to go mad about anything? You gotta keep a lid on it. And if you don't then people are apparently entitled to say what they like. "You haven't grown up. You're a moron. Your conversation is trivial and boorish. You can't express your emotional needs. You can't relate to your children." And you die, lonely and miserable. But you know, what the hell, every cloud has a silver lining.

I just woke up one morning and didn't feel the same way. Where did it go? It was like there had been a lot of food on a plate in front of us, and we ate it all really quickly, and then there was nothing left. Maybe that's how couples stay together: they're not greedy. They know that what they have in front of them has to last a long time, so they kind of pick at it. I hope it's not like that, though. I hope that when people are happy together, it feels as though someone keeps piling seconds and thirds on their plates.

That is what I have learned: Sex is destructive. Love is nothing to be fooled with. I learned that I was dangerous, not to be trusted. I wondered if my parents were right, with all of their stiff lovelessness. Maybe they knew better. My parents don't dole out love for the deserving or the undeserving. I was learning that love could cost me.

You could say all you liked about reason and logic and common sense and imagination, but when the chips were down, the one skill you needed was the ability to think about absolutely nothing whatsoever.

There is a comfort in never making an effort, but it's a lonely comfort. What keeps you going is the knowledge that you're only playing with only four cards showing. But when you see other people succeeding with their mediocre hands, you have to make a decision. If you turn over that final card you're certain of victory, but it also means you have nothing in reserve.

I’d gone through life believing in the strength and competence of others; never in my own. Now, dazzled, I discovered that my capacities were real. It was like finding a fortune in the lining of an old coat.

Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as mere consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship.