:: Hello, happy weekend! =) ::

pic taken from Panoramio photos by Maria H-S

Most of the time, i'm pretty much at peace with myself.
But every now and then, i can't help but wish that i have Rachael Yamagata's voice.

I don't know if her voice really have anything to do with this, but whenever i listen to her and i close my eyes,i'll picture the image of the sky just before a thunderstorm.
Imagine yourself staring at the sky, the wind blowing in your face, through your clothes, and through your hair--you just stood there because you like how your cheeks, the tip of your nose and your lips become slightly numb by the coolness of it. Then of how you could almost smell the scent of fields, meadows and grasses brought along by the wind, so mixed together that trying to figure out their individual scent would be like trying to pick a specific something out of a vague memory. And in the distant horizon, the black clouds seem to be rolling slowly towards you, enveloping the white-grey sky with a deeper, almost menacing shade of grey. You could see the occasional lightning in the distance and hear the low grumble of thunder. And 'till finally, the sensation of the first tiny raindrops on your skin (cool against cool) would bring you back from the fascination.

The whole experience-that's Rachael's voice for me.
Dan sy mahu voice itu.Sigh.

::Today's your day::

To the one who'll always be a few weeks older than i am :P

Happy 22nd birthday Farizatul Ezanie!~~

Here's to many more birthdays that we'll celebrate together
I love you through and through and through.
And then some.

=) =)

:: dream on::

Bubbles.
Pretty little fragile things aren't they?
They float whereever the wind takes them
all the while reflecting the spectrum of colors on their surface.
Dreamy.

What i don't want to do is, living inside a make-believe bubble.
Seeing the world thru its rainbow tinted surface might be wonder-full for a while, until it finally breaks and i'll be left to hit the ground hard. And i'll finally realise that all this while, the beautiful swirl of colors that i've seen the world thru, is just the bubble afterall.



this is mere rhetoric.

hello happy people,
have a nice thursday :)

:: Of nail polish, good luck card and a weekend well spent::

Last night i got a msg from miss hamami, asking whether i could make a good luck card for her to give a certain someone.
So I rummaged my box full of odds and ends, bits and pieces and I found a half used jet black paper, what's more,I just happen to have bought these sorta deep-pink A4 papers from my data-collecting trip in Ipoh a few days back.
So there you go, black and pink goes together don't they?Throw in my old french-manicure nail polish to the combo and then add a little bit of stitching,- Voila!you've got yourself a good luck card~




the pink-black good luck card dan nail-polish yang berjasa


Moving on to another subject,
I have no idea that classical indian dance would be so captivating!I was always mildly interested in it just as i am mildly interested in any kind of dances. But wow, classical indian dance is amazingly expressive- and in that, it is beautiful.

Oh, lucky ejanne who is taking Classical Indian dance as her extra cocurricular activity this semester. Make sure you can jump and gelek as well as they do by the end of the semester ok ejanne? haha!

Btw, having to attend the classical indian dance workshop/performance at the klpac open day was part of her assignment. Interesting, kan? I, for one; wouldn't mind getting an assignment which requires me to attend an event full of sun, fun, laughter and wonderful wonderfully quirky people.-This one is a feast for the eye, and for the brain.

KlPac and Bijou Bazaar

Now, I'm sure u guys know that KlPac and its surrounding is picture-perfect all around, but there's this one particular building near KlPac that i've always like- it is old and all that is left of it is just the skeleton of the building it once was. It has this colonial building old-charm about it and would look perfect on photo!I've been meaning to snap a couple of photos at the building since long ago, but never got the chance to.
We did get all click- happy last sunday tho! Until a guard from the railway office (i think) across the building blew a whistle at us. Opps, apparently the building is a no-trespassing zone. But tak pe,we had our pictures taken already. Whee~

I'll put up some pictures of the classical indian dance, and of the charming old building once ejanne has uploaded them!

the pretty guy

the dancers

i forgot the name of the move.

apparently, my fave picture of the day doesn't hv me in it =) =)


finally, finally!

Totally random: just when i thought my weekend was wheee~~ enough, the sister had to msg me saying she just jumped off a 60m cliff into the river below. Blardyy hell Haida, that sounds devil-fun!!!

::poem #2 ::

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their lost is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!)like disaster.


"One Art" from The Complete Poems 1927-1979
by Elizabeth Bishop.


*************

I really did lost my mother's wristwatch-two times.
Once was a Guess wristwatch. (indifference)
Another one was a Charles Jourdan (you lost which of my watch AGAIN?????!)
Needless to say, i never did borrowed any of my mother's wristwatch ever again.

:: Roses, by any other name, would smell just as sweet::

So Sunday saw me and a couple of friends jumping and jigging to the fantastic Yuna as well as to bunk face and love me butch. (ok, Nieda and Barb was jumping and jigging to love me butch anyway, i am too uncool to even last that long in such pandemonium.x berjiwa muda. buwek.)

but anyway, because we came there quite early and since it was sunday, we decided to check out the pasar at Bangsar. besides, my vase has been deprived of fresh flowers since god knows when. And i kinda miss having those sweet smelling roses around, they remind me of various happy moments.

Hence, these pretty things::



Yes people, those are lilac color roses. They give out the sweetest smell!
that was how the flowers looked like the day i bought it.
Now, when there's something i particularly like, i have the habit of taking them with me everywhere i go and placing them within my eye's view.
So there was the flower, placed on the floor besides my bed just before i went to sleep.

And then when i woke up the next morning, the first thing i saw was:


Tadaaaa!!~~

The flowers have bloomed overnight!!! It felt like waking up to a lover saying "good morning!" with a big bright smile. It just made me smile instantly. What a perfect way to start the day, dont you agree?


Of course, this picture wasn't taken as soon as i was awake. I'm not that obsessed, thank you. This was taken while i was in Sya's room. And again, yes, i take the flowers everywhere i go.


And as im typing this, roses are safe and sound on the table next to me:


Ok people, before i freak you out with my post about roses, let me move on to other thing that i find overwhelmingly beautiful.

This song:




Gravity -coldplay.

well, there's another version




Gravity- embrace.


pesonally. i prefer coldplay's version.
but embrace's version is good too.

a beautiful song will still be beautiful anyway you sing it.

and this song swallows me whole, everytime.

Chris Martin, how do you write such profound words?

Hey,

Throw all your sorrows away and smile,
even for a while.

Because god knows you deserve it.
-whoever you are.

:)

::songs for studying::

Don't Know Why
Wish I could
Kingdom Come
Lost
Those Sweet Words
Girl From Ipanema
Be be Your Love
Strawberry Swing
Glosoli
The Hardest Part
My heart
Only Time
Take Me Somewhere Nice
Thinking About You
Fix You
Life in Technicolor
Nothing Like You and I
Milano

andddd...

Katy Perry! (ok.ini hanya bila sudah bosan study)

she has a very very interesting sense of dressing doesn't she?

makes us all seems like boring black and white in a land of Technicolor.