Today: 4 hours hiking, plentiful mud, soaked feet, wild ginger, four cups of Vico, rain, be-yoo-ti-ful mother nature!!!
Thoughts: In life, do I choose to take the road more taken, but knowing that the road less taken is actually more reliable?
Suffering: My feet hurt like hell! And I keep almost slipping off, giving me additional cardiovascular exercises. I grew to fear going downhill because of the pressure on my toes in trying to sustain my speed and balance, thus the phobia of building too much momentum in coorperation with gravity. What if I failed to stop in time and fell off the trek or slipped and sprained me ankle?
But it's all in good fun. Life should be colourful.
Too tired. If not, I would posted a longer something to describe my hiking at Sg. Lolo.
PS: Will post a proper story if I'm still interested the next time I'm on Blogspot.
Sunday 22 July 2007
Thursday 19 July 2007
Overreaction?
Funny how a certain something can overwhelm people sometimes. Such is the feeling I got when I accidentally read some MAJOR spoilers for the final installation of the Harry Potter series.
I actually cried a good while when I read through the first few lines of the spoiler. If this is how the final story turns out to be, I'm going to be mourning again like when I mourned for Sirius Blacks death in the fifth book, Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore in HP and The Half-blood Prince. Maybe mourn harder this time around.
Cis.
Whoever wants that stupiak spoiler, give me a holler online and I'll kill your day for you. [provided you're a big HP fan]
Okie, gotta run.
Test is round the corner.
I actually cried a good while when I read through the first few lines of the spoiler. If this is how the final story turns out to be, I'm going to be mourning again like when I mourned for Sirius Blacks death in the fifth book, Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore in HP and The Half-blood Prince. Maybe mourn harder this time around.
Cis.
Whoever wants that stupiak spoiler, give me a holler online and I'll kill your day for you. [provided you're a big HP fan]
Okie, gotta run.
Test is round the corner.
Monday 16 July 2007
I refuse to
Dear Diary,
They keep giving me the encouragement. Saying if it is, it is. Flashing the cheeky secret grins. Turning down my every offer of pessimism (or logic, I'd rather it be).
Such is the sweet optimism. From them. I love them for it but...
I've made up my mind. Or so I loudly declare...with a tinge of rejected hope beneath.
It cannot be possible. My mind finds it ultimately boggling, unacceptable that I should be encountering with that that I coveted in the yesteryears.
It may have been a yesteryear story but who can actually so blindly let go of something that has been one of the biggest influence to them? I meant to be able to but I guess deep down, I didn't want to. I loved chasing Cloud 9. I loved the contradictory feeling of wanting while acknowledging the Mission: Impossible. And bluffing to myself and the world that fantasy is sufficiently beautiful.
However, I think my heart is mended by itself. Life can be cruel in terms of lying to us using scenes of a fantasy. (Ok, maybe the blame should be on myself, not life.) I no longer get the melancholic feeling. And no more wishful thinking.
Maybe I am over it.
Maybe.
Maybe it's better this way.
They keep giving me the encouragement. Saying if it is, it is. Flashing the cheeky secret grins. Turning down my every offer of pessimism (or logic, I'd rather it be).
Such is the sweet optimism. From them. I love them for it but...
I've made up my mind. Or so I loudly declare...with a tinge of rejected hope beneath.
It cannot be possible. My mind finds it ultimately boggling, unacceptable that I should be encountering with that that I coveted in the yesteryears.
It may have been a yesteryear story but who can actually so blindly let go of something that has been one of the biggest influence to them? I meant to be able to but I guess deep down, I didn't want to. I loved chasing Cloud 9. I loved the contradictory feeling of wanting while acknowledging the Mission: Impossible. And bluffing to myself and the world that fantasy is sufficiently beautiful.
However, I think my heart is mended by itself. Life can be cruel in terms of lying to us using scenes of a fantasy. (Ok, maybe the blame should be on myself, not life.) I no longer get the melancholic feeling. And no more wishful thinking.
Maybe I am over it.
Maybe.
Maybe it's better this way.
Sunday 15 July 2007
First thoughts of the day
I had a nightmare "morningmare". It happened after I continued sleeping at 7.44 a.m.
It was another of those routine days and I was walking back towards the apartment I rented together with my friends. The main road was at its off-peak hour with cars going by consistently but traffic was not heavy.
Then I realised, as I walked uphill towards the entrance of the apartments, there were four presumably Indonesian men following me. Yes, I was alone. Alone because me being me, I love the occasional solitude. The occasional desire to be doing things 100% my way. However, this bliss was not what it usually was, this solitary stroll back home had, from the moment I took notice of the four men, a tinge of fear to it.
The female instinct, they say, is a darn accurate one. I was sure my female instincts were doing justice to its reputation. Not sooner than five steps more, I heard "Ah Moi, Ah Moi". I ignored the calls as I would usually but deep down I was feeling the initial pangs of panic. Then the men got excited. Saying that I couldn't run off now. That I was alone and outside. True, it was like some movie plot where the bad guy foresaw the potential for him to strike. the road I was on was quite empty, only a few cars were at the junction I've finally reached.
Seeing my route to possible safety, I started across the road to the other lane where cars were facing the opposite direction without even bothering to see if there were cars from behind. ( I don't know why I was not following the law to walk against the direction of the traffic but I just did)
Somehow I knew that four-wheeler had unlocked doors so I hopped in, hurriedly explaining to the family man that I am in trouble.
The four men had to catch up and while the uncle was trying to call the police (I assume), one of the men opened the car door and snatched his phone. Somehow the uncle forgot to lock the doors. (and I was screaming when they snatched his phone!)
Scene change. You know how dreams are.
Anyways, I woke up with this nasty thought: What if I died before everybody knew how much I love them?
Maybe Big Fish does this to its audience. I watched it last night and end up having all these deep thoughts that haven't been swimming in my mind for a long time. Of death, of life, of fear.
Fear...that brings me to Mel Gibson's controversial movie Apocalypto. There was a part where the dad was telling his son to not bring fear back to the village. That fear is more poisonous than the catastrophe itself. Something about it paralysing one's living. I related it to that bad dream, telling myself that I must be courageous to live life.
What is life if we become the slaves to our fears and uncertainties. All the more reason for us to cherish every moment with everyone we're blessed to have known. Tomorrow is always a mystery, no matter how well planned out today.
Ya, those were my first thoughts in the morning.
I pray I do not have this deja vu.
To dad and mum, I love you.
To bro, irreplaceable one.
To KayT, SugaLin, JM, Kara, my colourful K3E members: Amelia, Shel, Jo, Unoe, Lynda, Sushi, Lulu; HJ, Steph, WC, TB11, I'm blessed abundant to have our paths joined in this life. Even if it was only for that while.
To the world, I wish I can meet you and share life's best little things with you.
It was another of those routine days and I was walking back towards the apartment I rented together with my friends. The main road was at its off-peak hour with cars going by consistently but traffic was not heavy.
Then I realised, as I walked uphill towards the entrance of the apartments, there were four presumably Indonesian men following me. Yes, I was alone. Alone because me being me, I love the occasional solitude. The occasional desire to be doing things 100% my way. However, this bliss was not what it usually was, this solitary stroll back home had, from the moment I took notice of the four men, a tinge of fear to it.
The female instinct, they say, is a darn accurate one. I was sure my female instincts were doing justice to its reputation. Not sooner than five steps more, I heard "Ah Moi, Ah Moi". I ignored the calls as I would usually but deep down I was feeling the initial pangs of panic. Then the men got excited. Saying that I couldn't run off now. That I was alone and outside. True, it was like some movie plot where the bad guy foresaw the potential for him to strike. the road I was on was quite empty, only a few cars were at the junction I've finally reached.
Seeing my route to possible safety, I started across the road to the other lane where cars were facing the opposite direction without even bothering to see if there were cars from behind. ( I don't know why I was not following the law to walk against the direction of the traffic but I just did)
Somehow I knew that four-wheeler had unlocked doors so I hopped in, hurriedly explaining to the family man that I am in trouble.
The four men had to catch up and while the uncle was trying to call the police (I assume), one of the men opened the car door and snatched his phone. Somehow the uncle forgot to lock the doors. (and I was screaming when they snatched his phone!)
Scene change. You know how dreams are.
Anyways, I woke up with this nasty thought: What if I died before everybody knew how much I love them?
Maybe Big Fish does this to its audience. I watched it last night and end up having all these deep thoughts that haven't been swimming in my mind for a long time. Of death, of life, of fear.
Fear...that brings me to Mel Gibson's controversial movie Apocalypto. There was a part where the dad was telling his son to not bring fear back to the village. That fear is more poisonous than the catastrophe itself. Something about it paralysing one's living. I related it to that bad dream, telling myself that I must be courageous to live life.
What is life if we become the slaves to our fears and uncertainties. All the more reason for us to cherish every moment with everyone we're blessed to have known. Tomorrow is always a mystery, no matter how well planned out today.
Ya, those were my first thoughts in the morning.
I pray I do not have this deja vu.
To dad and mum, I love you.
To bro, irreplaceable one.
To KayT, SugaLin, JM, Kara, my colourful K3E members: Amelia, Shel, Jo, Unoe, Lynda, Sushi, Lulu; HJ, Steph, WC, TB11, I'm blessed abundant to have our paths joined in this life. Even if it was only for that while.
To the world, I wish I can meet you and share life's best little things with you.
Saturday 14 July 2007
GOSH, this bread story!!!
Dear Diary,
OMIGOSH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH.
I think that was him. Really. I think I saw him.
And I'm sure he saw me. Definitely. He saw me.
After heaven-knows-how-long, I think I saw my senior BRAT. Gosh, but all odds are against that very possibility! Okay, perhaps not. Perhaps I'm just finding it inconceivable, still swirling in my denial.
Who knows, though?
It might really have been him.
Oh well. It's the bread story that is going to keep me pondering for the mo.
OMIGOSH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH.
I think that was him. Really. I think I saw him.
And I'm sure he saw me. Definitely. He saw me.
After heaven-knows-how-long, I think I saw my senior BRAT. Gosh, but all odds are against that very possibility! Okay, perhaps not. Perhaps I'm just finding it inconceivable, still swirling in my denial.
Who knows, though?
It might really have been him.
Oh well. It's the bread story that is going to keep me pondering for the mo.
Wednesday 11 July 2007
Ah, the Potter mania!
Yes, I'm guilty of being a Potter maniac.
OK, maybe 'maniac' is an exaggeration but hey, I'm loyal... I've read all the books and watched all the movies. And I use to subscribe to the Harry Potter (harrypotter.warnerbros.com) newsletter. Not bad mah...
Anyways, for those who, like Pei Ling, have not watched or even read the book. The part after the line in this post should prove unfit for your reading. Stop and go visit the cinema. (unless you don't actually give a darn)
It all started with Amelia raving about 11 July, wanting to be one of the nations firsts to watch the movie (aiya, those who went for the midnight sneak preview would have been the firsts lah). I, being the late-nighter in the house got geared up to book our tickets online once the clock strikes 12 a.m. Yes, such is our Potter spirit!
Then the internet line had to break off half an hour to 12...and stayed uncooperative until the next day. Disheartened but not giving up, I slept after nodding off too many a time in front of my laptop. I even wrote notes to tell Amelia to keep trying to go online the next morning but well, that stupiak line.
Continuing our battle with injustice, I made possibly 20 phone calls to GSC to try phone booking and much to our dismay, (half the calls didn't get through and) all the suitable movie slots were fully phone-booked!!!
I was suppose to have presentation that Monday but it didn't happen. Long unrelated story but anyways, being vexed at the fact that we were formally dressed for nothing, Jo, Amelia and I took a cab to Mid Valley to BUY our tickets. Yes. Of course we shopped a little, ate dinner there la... after getting the elusive tickets!
So yes, after experiencing a tinge of the great injustice of life on Sunday night and Monday morning, it is fortunate that Jo, Amelia and I manage to catch the second show in Mid Valley this morning!!!
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That morning was this morning. Oooh! I love the movie!
[spoilers! be warned!]
The effects during the battle scene were weallie weallie nice! With all the smoky, shredded cloth thingy and the glass pieces that Voldemort used to fire at Dumbledore and Harry. And the "I will not tell lies" sentence engraving itself on Potter's hand when Umbridge made him do that evil detention resemble the pictures we found for our Social Psychology assignment durign Foundation year. Our topic was self-mutilation.
I wonder what Amelia did when that scene unfolded itself. Closed her eyes, I guess.
When Harry kissed Cho, I suddenly realised...gee, they've grown up. I mean everyone in real life and in the story, yeah, suddenly I think the trio (Daniel, Rupert and Emma) have improved so much in their acting! Harry (Daniel) ain't awkward anymore! Well, that's how I watch movies. I do the reality part of it too. I watch not only for the movie itself but also to enjoy the performance of certain thespians. (cos, hush, I did have a Hollywood dream once upon a time *sheepish*). Though Katie could still try harder.
I love David Yates for making this installation of the Potter movies. He brings us back to the times when Harry (and Daniel) was this slightly chubby-faced (it's all the baby fat) cutie to this fit, kinda hot guy. [Well, the gymnastics did some chiselling to his body. *looks*] And some of the other times in between. You just get a wee bit nostalgic. Ah...growing up with Harry Potter eh?
Oh well, if I go on raving about Harry...I'll regret during my Phonetics class tomorrow. We're going to have this mini tests for the beginning this week which is a good thing because form those Ms Yoges, our Phonetics lecturer will take the best four marks to enter into our coursework marks or sumfink like that.
Ok, till me mind is imbued by me life.
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