HELLO

HELLO. WHEN ARE MY EXAMS GOING TO END? I NEED SOME TRAVEL-THERAPY!

GOING MAD! :)

i love this kid btw.

we were running through one of the many dodgy alleyways to the mosque before it closed.. the sun was setting.. people were pointing us the wrong way. we were getting semi pissed/scared that we were getting lost and cheated. but this kid, made me slow down.. because he demanded a picture. so adorable.. a quick snap, hence the blurriness but what a great moment.
gosh, i miss india!

WORK

life is so busy, life is so full.

crazy crazy.

im driving myself up the wall and into an early grave

between 16 hours of part time work per week

full time uni

soccer twice a week

church stuff

farewells, birthdays, committee meetings

cooking & cleaning duties

plus wanting to spend quality time with WY before he leaves Australia

AND having lots & lots of personal procrastination with reading fiction, watching movies
with my ill discipline nature..

i have to finish studying 4 years worth of work for the exams (which i do not have a good foundation for the past 4 years)

WHAT AM I DOING TO MYSELF?

I am titanium? At this rate, I need to be diamond :S

'I will work harder.'

- Animal Farm by George Orwell

love never dies?

(she watches over buda and pest,

signifying independence from the communist rule)

watched the musical last night;
went in with low expectations and had them met.
the storyline was lacklustre and contrived - as every sequel
of a great original seems to suffer from.
i would toss in a few stars for the glittery impressive set and costumes:
the cooney island circus was truly colorful and fanciful
however, there was only one memorable song
and possibly another lovely tune
which was poor considering it was a MUSIC-al
and the aussie phantom wasn't as goodlooking at the london one, heh!

it kicked a few thoughts in my brain (the poor underused thing)
is love possessive? how can it not be - i see it everywhere.
parents fretting over their child, friendship cliques,
relationships. everyone wants to belong and wants something
to call theirs. only when you choose to not care about someone
that you loose the possession, isn't it?
but at the same time, how can it be? love is meant to be a little
less of self, a bigger sense of giving and the willingness to let go.
we want so many things to belong to us, even people, that many times
we hurt other in the process - with our words, actions
and our posession.

(beer bottles, guitar and a flute at Dubrovnik)

.
how can one live without music?
music is like the sun,
the equatable joy of walking barefoot in a beautiful place

if i had a choice, i would live without food and bathing..
my staple would be music and
my shower would be the glorious sweat from sport

how do those disabled bear it?
if one day i ever became deaf, or that i can no longer

walk or see... it would be greatest challenge in life,
just to live.

i am standing straight again, but still searching

because they can only see one minaret, they miss the whole Taj

I have a lot of clothes, old books, a caustic sense of humor, no proper filter between my brain and tongue, questionable taste in men, hypersomnia, slight dyslexia with numbers, many unflattering but mostly truthful nicknames, a mouth like a sailor, and a distinct lack of ability to concentration on work. I'm slightly complicated, paradoxical, sarcastic, easily annoyed, loud, a teeny bit bitchy, and an all-around acquired taste. Of all ugly manifestations of my personality, I can assure you that if part of my heart belongs to you, you get all the best bits of me.

pet peeve

i can't stand it when people call their husbands - 'hubby'. it makes my skin crawl.. just like how you feel your hair stands and your spine shivers when a metal fork scrapes the glass table. eww.

naturally same goes for wifey. urgh.

another thing that personally gets me: baby. how on earth do you equate a person to a wailing, bawling infant that produces yellow poo in pampers 24/7?! (okay, maybe i have been spending too much on the neonatal wards) granted, babies are really cute though

the last one, darling or darl. nothing against it, but just grosses me out.

ok, honestly i can deal with the last two but NO hubby and wifey for me. (nothing personal for those who like it!)

my, i realise this is really a random post.

timeless capture

looking through old photographs is a habit of mine when i'm bored. after most holidays, i shove my camera aside and not bother looking at the pictures till i start to miss the place. because while memories are fresh, who needs visual reminders of lovely moments?

this was taken in january 2009 somewhere near livia, france.

i don't remember why, but somehow i was talking to weiyong on my dad's phone..

standing by a beautiful creek covered with snow on its banks. fresh, cool breeze on my cheeks.

i don't even know the name of that little river but that moment was etched in my memory.

how i feeeel about you

a hungarian family

my dad just sent me this! hilarious :)

holidays are the best.. wish they could last forever..

man, i miss my family.