i have a love-hate relationship with late at nights.

i love the stillness of late at nights and the privacy it has to offer. I love the way that i am the only person in the room and everyone else is sound asleep. When the only sound i hear is the fan and the silence of the world outside. When i can let my mind wander and wander and wander and there would be no one to break my train of thoughts.

i hate how easily late at nights can make me feel so alone, of how cold it feels when i'm too upset to fall asleep. I hate it that temporarily, i would have no one to talk to if i needed someone to talk to. I hate how suppressed memories seems to ambush me during these hours. I hate it when i'm stuck with a pile of unfinished work and everyone else is dreaming away, it's just so spirit-dampering. I hate late at nights during exam time, i hate it more when what i had to read seems to have no end.

there's poetry hidden in every situation no matter how hurtful, or bad, or worth forgetting the situation is. sometimes, we're just too caught up in our own misery to be able to see it.
those poetry aren't always necessarily exquisite. it could be crude, satirical, funny. but it always will bring justice to an experience. And then somehow, when you get it, what happen to you will not seem as bad.
try, and you'll see.

Life should be a beach.

Whom every kid (and adult) should read.

Shel Silverstein is one of my favorite writer.I had one of his book as a kid and I loved it. I rediscovered him a few months back and haven't stop reading his work since. This is whatif, one of his manymany delightful poem.I deliberately chose this video because i can't find any other audio in which they use shel silverstein's voice reading it and what a voice it is!~



whatif by Shel Silverstein.

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

a quickie.

pic frm garance dore

I.WANT.THAT.SHOE.
(since obviously there's no chance of me having that kind of body.)

ho-hum.

maybe this is just because im a sucker for happy endings or maybe because the way the story goes IS stupid or maybe its both. But drag me to hell is disappointing lah.
Thing is i've seen 1408, the version which john cusack died in the end, and not the version in which he lives.and that still doesn't stop me from liking the movie a lot.
but this one, haish. unfairlah.

brothers bloom on the other hand, although it does has its huh?what's this moments, it still is such a sweet.sweet.sweet.movie. with a poetic ending to boot!
suka!!


don't let my rant change your mind though.
Afterall, to each their own.

Here's looking at you kid.

pic from glam canyon via travinia

Look at the fabric of the dress. The top was maybe the thai-silk type,nice deep-gold and black. But look at the ruffles of the dress!It was of flashy gold color!! and i think (this is from what i see, mind u i'm not an expert in fabric at all) it's the cheap synthetic crumpled alluminium-y type of fabric.

Anyway, doesn't matter what i think the material of the fabric was. Point is, usually i would've skip that kinda fabric, would just dismiss the fabric as effing tacky. Heck, i wouldnt even have given it a second thought let alone bother to think of a way to make a dress out of it.

But look at this dress now. It has a nice vintage-fun kinda quality about it no? And the gold ruffles was made from a fabric i would usually pass off as cheap, and it was actually the thing that makes the whole outfit edgy. Imagine if the ruffles were replaced with some gold fabric of a more muted golden color (which is usually deemed less tacky). Oh i'm sure the outfit would still be nice to look at, but then it wouldn't be as edgy in fact it will be just like any other nice dress and i'd forgotten about it the next day, is what i think.

The intention of the post was actually to share how i felt about the dress and that's all. sort of the I like it, so i post it on the blog thing. But what i've typed has got me thinking that i've caught myself being guilty of inflexible thinking on outfit related issues on a couple of occasion.

The aforementioned gold dress and its (non) tacky choice of fabric is a good example. See, i've set in my mind that the type of fabric comes off as cheap and tacky. So i steer clear of it, put it in my mental list of untouchable stuff and made a pledge to never have anything to do with it.ever.That way, i never consider it ever again.

The truth is yes, in most cases the fabric would come off as cheap and tacky and appalling even. But if something isn't right for one thing, it doesn't mean that it is not right for another and that gold dress just proves the point. Same thing goes with a lot of stuff deemed passe or last season. Maybe they are passe but hey, no need to write them off completely. Afterall, everything is for something, right? Try wearing them differently, mix and match, a little alteration here and there and who knows i might have a winner in hand? The trick is to be more flexible.
Alas, that's what i have to keep reminding myself.Over and over and over.

Oh well, how long do you reckon it'll take to break a lifetime of habit?