You're the Voice

Forgive me but I can't resist myself from putting this clip up. It makes me laugh so it matters.




Told 'ya am in love with Merlin now. Lol. Okay. Maybe that one abit childish. Let's watch another clip. The original one. A more mature and realistic one by John Farnham.



A great song to boost the hard days. Yieha!

Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold ~ Zelda Fitzgerald

Dear Diary,

I’ve deserted you I know, but worry not; I’ve dusted away some dust lying around. Lol.

I rushed home after dinner for Merlin after giving some lame excuse to my acquaintance. And I was beyond relief that I didn’t miss the episode; The Lady of the Lake. It’s the one where Merlin falls in love. A must-see. Indeed I feel great to watch it, for it’s been quite awhile since I watched anything on tv. In fact watching Avatar at the cinema (the second time) weeks ago was the only time I sat still and had the time for myself. Geez.

Now, this is the one we can see the real soft spot of him. He falls for Freya, a vulnerable, spell-bound young girl, a druid who transforms into a ferocious, blood-sucking beast at midnight. Within seconds, we can see how Merlin blushes and skips on cloud nines.

I simply love the part where they have this conversation about moving far away, their dream of escaping to the mountains (Merlin), a few fields (Freya), wild flowers (Merlin), with a couple of cows (Freya), and a lake (both). How sweet. *sighs..I miss having that sort of yak. I miss you, sayang.

I had a couple of tears (not more) for him when it ends. Because I know how it feels when you reach a point where you are tremendously happy you’d do anything for love. When you beam for days on ends. And the sharp sting when there are roadblocks along the way. When everything was wrong and right, wrong when it’s not supposed to be that way, but right because you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Make sense?

Love is a battlefield. His loses.

2010 : Never knew I needed

Dear Diary,

It's a brand new book. 2010. A brand new chapter in life. Most characters would remain the same especially the main players. Some would unsoundly embark together in the journey. Which is highly anticipated.

That's the unique thing about life where some things are never intended to be included in the chapters. Yet they are meant to be. I have yet to achieve one thing I really need. That I love. That I want.The one thing that I never truly knew I needed.

I'll start the 'book' with a song. You may say I hope for the ending of my first begin now.

"It's about two people who they feel like they know what they want, they know what they need in life, and realize they do need each other but they don't know what they need. That they have no idea the realization becomes what they need is love, and they find that with each other." (Neyo, 2009)

Wise Man : Part 12 'A Ride to Remember'

Me : Wow. We’ve survived the whole year!

WM : I find it very fascinating when I’ve reached the last chapter of every Yearbook I’ve indulged in. Some ‘books’ would unswervingly present happy endings and in their unique way, egg on another ‘book’ to enjoy. Some would viciously end with a prequel which in some grotesque way reminds me of the qualms and dissatisfaction I’ve experienced throughout the chapter you see.

Me : Me too. I mean, it is a lot better when most endings are good ones. I dig that. However we can never skip the uncertainty nerves in dealing with how the ‘book’ should have ended. Yet, let bygones be bygones.

WM : Exactly.

Me : I had a good reading. The last chapters were a bit nerve wreaking at some points but I managed to continue having my grasp on the book tighten. To be quite honest really, someone told me a really fascination example about life about a couple of weeks ago that had shed some light into my cognitive thinking.

WM : Are you saying that someone else other than Me has wonderfully provided you some insight about life? I demand his name. (chuckles)

Me : He told me, past things can’t simply be swept away, hidden under the carpet. It’s like driving a car. You need to check the rearview and even the side mirrors to make sure we can drive forward.

WM : I see.

Me : To make sure the coast is clear, you see. Cool ey?

WM : I guess. One thing for sure, it's one hell of a ride in 2009. Happy New Year, babe.

Me : Same here. I agree. Definitely one that I'd treasure. And babe, be nicer in 2010 ok?

WM : We’ll see.

Me : Am not sure yet about my resolution. But.. gees..to hell with it! 2010!! Here we come!

You jump, I jump

'I see you'. Darn he's good.

Last Saturday, instead of going to bed early, my eyes were still wide-opened until late midnight watching Jack and Rose. With my father (he’s more into the sinking part). Yeap. Lol. My mother who was away for a few days having a blast in her ‘kampung’ would have laughed hard at us if she knew. We were glued to the screen until the moment the credit started to roll.

So, ‘Ada apa dengan Titanic?’

It’s a tragic love story. Obviously. I guess, maybe just maybe if Jack never would have died at the end, then the movie wouldn't have been such a success. The fact that he died, it left the viewers with tears running down their face wanting more. After everything Jack and Rose did to survive, through the water almost draining them, to getting shot at by Rose's fiancé, to the ship sinking from underneath them, to freezing to death, Jack still died and Rose went on with her life.

That's a tragedy within itself.

From that perspective, I might add that it is about a human innocence (you can see that in Rose) that is challenged not with dishonesty, violence (Cal such a moron) or moral relativity, but with the simple fact of death itself, with the timelessness of our memories and hopes for touching the past.

I mean, we always think of the past, right.

Every moment in that movie is a cool one. I mean, I have to be frank here. My father asked me how many times already I’ve watched it, and I gleefully replied ‘quite a few times, but not more than five’. Lol. Leonardo was my Arthur (from Merlin? Duh) back then.

I appreciate the whole package. The plot, the casting, everything. Even the way Katie Bates aka ‘the new money’ takes Jack under her wing caught my attention. And I simply love the look on Jack when he knew that he couldn’t hop onto the board together with Rose in the freezing ocean. Such a heart-breaking moment.

Titanic is a great film of the romantic tradition. It speaks to our hearts and minds rather than mystifies, shocks or surprises them. Hopelessly shweet am tellin' you. It’s about love and emotions, and clearly that the storyline is earnest and straightforward, wearing its heart on its sleeve.

I treasure the honesty in it. As simple as that.

Staying up late watching Titanic that night, was purely for the fun of it, understanding some idealism in living life and not to forget, escapism. We need that. Once in awhile.

This is not about a frog prince

See that tall guy there? That’s William. My William. Opps. What I mean is, people’s beloved Prince William.

Mind the title above. But wait, he can still be the frog prince right 'cos to me, frog prince as in the fairy tale, was somebody good, kind and beautiful in the inside who eventually found true love and true self. Except the fact this one fella is smokin' hot outside as well. Lol.

He spent one night on the street. According to the news piece Associated Press on Yahoo!, he said that he needed to understand the deal of having no place to stay and how hard it is for the homeless to go through night after night exposed to the extreme cold and danger.

He has duplicated bits of his late mother’s heart then. No one would blame him if let say he can’t be bothered with the matter of poverty, malfunctions of families that lead to drugs or prostitutions, and hundreds other problems in the world particularly in Britain.

Yet he cares.

Even though never in thousand years he could ever understand the real meaning of striving for life, for making ends meet. So maybe he felt the nasty anxiety of sleeping in the cold without the usual fluffy pillows on an extra comfy huge bed that night, and maybe just maybe he knows how important safety and money are to us normal people.

Gees, out of nowhere am thinking of Arthur. You know, Arthur from Merlin? Yeah, the series now is officially my cup of tea. Big time.

Weep babe weep

Yesterday someone said to me, “I can tell you’re not someone that can easily shed a tear.” I didn’t say anything right away. I was busy recalling the words, because it was a statement, not some out-of-the-blue ‘Do you cry a lot?’ question.

So I silently questioned myself, how do I always project myself that people can if not harshly, effortlessly think that am not a soft-hearted soul?

Close kin may have noticed that I don’t usually express my nuisance, my pain by having tears running down my cheeks. It’s an atypical occasion am telling you. I’ve talked about it once here.

Instead I replied, “I have my own way of letting it all out. I have nothing against crying though ‘cos it still is one of the healing methods. It works for some.” I bit my lower lip, still trying to recollect the last time I cried. Aah yea. It happened a few weeks back when together with my father, we watched this National Geographic episode on Africa about this poor baby elephant, left alone and later died after her own mother died and ignored by others. I couldn’t refrain myself. Especially when it has to do with animals.

Suddenly, “Guess it means you only cry when your emotions are either deeply touched or bruised in some way.” Pause. “Do you think I can make you cry?”

I choked. What??

Mentally challenged?

Duty calls. Everyday. Gees. The first 3 weeks of every semester are always a .. 'gem'. Ha ha.

Yet. Am posting this one. 'Cos it happened to tickle my brain very early in the morning today. Thanks to the forwarded email.

The Bathtub Test

During a visit to the mental asylum, I asked the director, How do you determine whether or not a patient should be institutionalized?"

'Well,' said the Director, 'we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty the bathtub.'

'Oh, I understand,' I said. 'A normal person would use the bucket because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup.'

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'No.' said the Director, 'A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want a bed near the window?'

Ouch.