Sunday 26 March 2017

somedays i can be a bitch.

another lyrical posto, from the fantastically
catchy 'pretty girl' from maggie lindemann.



self-wisdom of the day.

off tumblr's words-of-emotion.

i quote;

"...you're not the same person you were
a year ago, a month ago, or a week ago.
you're constantly changing; experiences
don't stop. that's life..."

i disagree.

i am still the same smart, awesome and
funny person i was a year, month, week,
and hell, even a day ago, you know that?

ok fine, maybe now i'm just cuter than before.

i take it back. i agree wholeheartedly now. LOL

erm ok, no thanks.

"...become your own boss today!..."

yup. that's what all these 'why be stuck in
an office job-you should be a zillionaire-
you can travel the world' articles tell you.

be my own boss? are you kidding me?!!

knowing myself, i'd probably annoy myself
to death, because not only would i want my
work to be done quickly, i would want it to
be correct, executed way ahead of time,
with results way better than prognosis,
analysis done after the successful job,
with documentation done for future reference.

...with correct grammar. and nice colours as well.

see? i'd make the worst self-boss EVER.

just expect you.

be ok with yourself. like this meow.

 
imagine two people looking in their mirrors.

one, a normal villager, living in a small shack,
livelihood being a fisherman, farmer maybe.
surrounded by family members every day.

the other, a high-flying worker, living a
luxurious life in the big city, surrounded by
fancy friends, houses, cars, all sorts of things.

now, who do you think is happier?

if you think of the initial possibilities,
it could be the villager, because of the person
being close with family and loved ones daily.
but it could also be the city worker right?
because the person seems to be successful.

but then again, maybe both of them are unhappy.
one might struggle to support the family, and the
other might only have possessions but not love.

but then again, BOTH of them might be happy.
because they both might be living the lives that
they always dreamt about, and have worked for.

my point is, we shouldn't care if one is happier
than the other. the thing we should be looking at
and hoping for, is that both of them are happy.

secondly, this is the danger of living your life
based on other peoples' expectations and opinions.
who cares if both of them doesn't fit in OUR
idea of what success and happiness SHOULD be.
as long as they are happy, that's all that matters.

so now i turn to you.

when you look in the mirror, you shouldn't be
expecting to see someone who is unhappy because
you haven't met other peoples' expectations, but
you should be expecting to see someone who is
honest to oneself, and who is perfectly ok with it.

just expect you.

now THAT, is something we'll both be happy about.

Monday 13 March 2017

you got much closer than i thought you did.

another lyrical posto, this time off
one of my all time favourite rock songs,
"rest in pieces" by saliva.



a parallel universe.

yup. my kind of scenery. 


"...when you develop an infatuation for someone,
you will always find a reason to believe that this
is exactly the person for you.

it doesn't need to be a good reason,
taking photographs of the night sky, for example.

now, in the long run, that's just the kind of dumb,
irritating habit that would cause you to split up.

but in the haze of infatuation, it's just what
you've been searching for all these years..."

- the beach by alex garland.
still one of my favourite books and movies.

Saturday 4 March 2017

3T#10

finally back in oman for the past 2 days.
here's three things that i've felt lately;

1. as anti-social as i might be, i love to
connect with people in public, be it strangers,
cab drivers, waiters, bankers, anyone really.


2. there's a specific reason why i don't like
traveling, but honestly, deep down inside i
admit that i enjoy airports and plane rides.


3. as much as i love the hustle and bustle
of city life back in kl, i absolutely love how
nice and simple and quiet my muscat life is.