October 29, 2009
You Belong in London |
 A little old fashioned, and a little modern. A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock. A unique soul like you needs a city that offers everything. No wonder you and London will get along so well. |
According to Shaz as well.
Ah well, one can’t have too much of Banana Boat suntan oil, flip-flops and salty-sea hair…
October 21, 2009
When you dive in, swim onwards till you hit the warm spot.
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October 20, 2009
“Homosexuality,” Plato wrote, “is regarded as shameful by barbarians and by those who live under despotic governments just as philosophy is regarded as shameful by them, because it is apparently not in the interest of such rulers to have great ideas engendered in their subjects, or powerful friendships or passionate love-all of which homosexuality is particularly apt to produce.”
The Roman Catholic Church has always condemned homosexuality because of its supposed unnaturalness – but it has long idealized celibacy, which, some might argue, is equally unnatural. Another Christian objection to homosexuality is that it is condemned in the Bible, an argument that is meaningful to those who accept that the Bible is the infallible word of God, but which is meaningless to the majority who do not accept this. But while there is no doubt that the Bible condemns homosexuality, it also stipulates that women should be socially isolated while menstruating, that parents should kill their children if they worship any god other than the Christian God and that those who work on the Sabbath should be executed. Few Christians today would agree with these ideas even though they are a part of God’s words, and yet they continue to condemn homosexuality simply because it is condemned in the Bible. – An excerpt from here.
October 17, 2009
hey, if you’re lookin for somethin good to eat…well…
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October 16, 2009
16 intangible/ tangible things I love on this 16th day of October:
1. 5pm on Fridays.
2. Pasta Carbonara.
3. Finding myself tagged in an assortment of pictures from parties you will never forget.
4. Kissing while driving, watching TV, as soon as your eyes peek out from Sleep’s shroud, washing dishes, after an argument, before someone spots us, infront of immensely bored friends.
5. Candlelight showers.
6. Sexy text messages.
7. Swiping my credit card, heart beating excitedly, new purchases sitting pretty on the counter.
8. Kara-okeing off key.
6. Dancing as if we were in sultry Ibiza.
7. Brunch at Tekka Market on lazy Saturday mornings.
8. Reading in trains.
9. An old t-shirt on her, rumpled in places where my imagination runs wild.
10. The scent of an old t-shirt on her.
11. Staying up till 4am watching reruns of Friends whilst eating whatever you can find at twilight hours.
12. Freshly baked pandan waffles oozing with lashings of chocolate sauce.
13. All my girlfriends, near and far.
14. Watching you-tube videos on the sly at work.
15. Horror movies which I hide behind open palms or shoulders most of the time.
16. The moment an opportunity strikes.
Am tagging Adorra The Explorer, my cousin, someone I haven’t heard from in a long while and a glam doll! At your own time, girls.
xoxoxo
October 8, 2009
Quote of the day
“I like observing behaviour and what catches the eye, what makes us read each other so closely. Ever since movies began we have read each other more closely.” She makes a frame to her face. “The pores. The fashion for photography that goes into Gordon Brown’s nostrils and tear ducts … we see so deeply into each other, even as our understanding seems shallower and shallower. To see deeply you have to look deeply and feel where you are. You can’t just pass through it quickly. Passing through quickly — the selling part — is less satisfying.” – Meryl Streep (The Great).
In the same line of people-watching, a German magazine will be featuring real women on their cover page. Real women with real curvesand in all their glorious blemished forms. Read more about it at Eat A Cheeseburger.
October 1, 2009
…don’t let opportunities pass you by. Don’t dismiss people without thinking about how you may feel later. Don’t end something great, just because you think it would be too inconvenient to your life to let it continue. The truth is, everyone needs closure. Even if you do try something, and it’s difficult, and it ends, at least you know you tried. At least you know it was really the right decision to end it. You tried, and you failed. That’s okay, that’s something you’ll get over. But wondering, always wondering how it would have went if you had just let it happen, that’s torture. It’s the “what ifs” that keep me up at night. And the fact that he was strong enough to want me, to want to put up a fight for me, and I wasn’t strong enough to fight for him. And for the way I feel now, I have only myself to blame.”
I won’t deny it.
Staying in love is very difficult. Isn’t it one of life’s greatest challenges?
Finding love is easy – attracting a mate is thrilling, the high is out of this world. Everything is rosy; it feels like you live and breathe happiness. Such a tangible feeling.
Excitement ebbs into normalcy. The rest of the world is moving past your glass-stained windows and you have no choice but to run with it as you leave the sanctuary behind for a few hours. Hours become days, days become weeks. The rat race – financial worries, work anxiety – they start to crawl into the bedroom. The candy floss starts to melt.
As Ryan Adam sings, how do you keep love alive?
How do you protect its fragility from smog and harsh conditions?
How do you recognize and banish unreasonable expectations?
And then a flicker of tranquility enters the maddening storm. It’s so meek and still, you barely notice it. But it speaks to you and points to a mirage. The light grows stronger.
Flashbacks of countless memories zigzag across the sky; faces, places against the backdrop. And suddenly you find yourself running towards the light, needing it more than ever before you lose your way again.
September 25, 2009
This movie does something to me every time. Now that I’m older and hopefully wiser, i wear a wry smile whenever I think about the times I sobbed myself to sleep many moons ago, as each affair ended.
Love is a many splendoured thing, people say. I say I can’t live without it.
I can’t live with the absence of love and affection; it is utterly and inconceivably painful. Until this recent admittance, I foolishly thought that a strong independent woman could (& should) survive on career highs and platonic friendships alone. This always backfires as Cupid throws his playful darts when you least expect it. There is no turning back now. To all of you who are in love, admit it loud and proud that being in love (effin) rocks, no matter how many times you fall on your feet.
Without forgetting..
..how humbling it is to pay tribute to the predecessors who taught us to love with as much ferocity we could muster in that particular period of our lives.
September 22, 2009
885 miles from home feels like a camera lens zooming out. Images and silhouettes become sharper. The mind feels like a sponge being squeezed from a dish of liquid and then re-immersed.
Traveling gives you a new set of windows through which you look at life.
