Life As We Know It

When I was 19, I couldn't wait to turn 20. Now the thought of turning another year older is just depressing. And that's only going to happen 11.5 months from now. Haha!

While driving back home, I received an sms from my ex colleague, asking me what would be my ideal Saturday night (It's Sat night now). Such a random question. I answered that it would be a nice walk at the harbour and then make out after that, if it's my boyfriend I'm having the nice walk with. Otherwise, a movie night in with good snacks under my comfy blanket. He said that his would be a good road trip. I asked why isn't he on that road trip then. Well, it's his birthday tomorrow (today). His new resolution? To understand what life means. And he said that I have someone, so I am on the right track (See how people judge like you have it all but you don't). He said he needs to understand himself better so that other people would understand him. We agreed that we're sad people talking about life on a Saturday night.

I hate horror movies. It doesn't make sense that people actually pay, to scare the shit out of themselves. On the other hand, I think I am scaring myself. I feel like I am sinking deeper into it, thus I take things more seriously. And it's freaking me out. AAAAAHHHHH!!! Scared. Shit. Okay, act cool. Thanks.

I so love James Morrison's You Make it Real.
And sweet relish in my hotdog.

Deprived of a deep sleep.

An Hour to Live, An Hour to Love

This is a love letter by Richard Carlson for his wife on their 18th anniversary. He died from some disease after that. He didn't know when he was gonna die during the time he wrote that letter. In that letter; If you have an hour to live, who would you call? What would you say? And why are you waiting? He wrote in that letter that he is not dying, just inspired by their love and beauty of life. I think that that's the best gift anyone could ever be given. It sounds like a fairy tale. Maybe a little too corny.

We know we're going to die someday. Living each day like you have no tomorrow encourages you to live on the edge and not take things for granted. Doesn't our religion teach us that? Carlson said in his letter that if he had an hour to live, he wouldn't check his emails , voicemail or his Palm Pilot because the world wouldn't come to an end if he didn't get to all these things. He wouldn't call anyone who owed him money, or wronged him in any way during his lifetime. He wouldn't call his lawyer who handles his stuff when he's gone cos who cares anyway. He said:

"No, if I had an hour to live and I could only make one call, it would be to my life partner, Kris."

And I cried my eyes out when Kris Carlson read that part of the letter on Oprah (yea yea yea of course). I don't think I have ever seen any couple more in love than they are. From the letter he wrote to her and from they way she speaks of him on the show. Wonder if I would ever have a man to love me that way. At least I know now that kind of love doesn't only exist in fairy tales. Why do people ever stop writing love letters these days?

Dreaming too much.

By Your Side

2.54am.

Still awake. I'm hungry. My body is aching. And I am blogging. Right now I would really like to have my Sara Lee's honeycomb and butterscotch ice cream, topped with chocolate sauce. Pleasure. My sinful pleasure.

It's true what they say. We always look at other people who appear to have better things, better pay, better boyfriend/girlfriend, better car, etc and we judge them as having it all and nothing to worry about. Well the good news is that everyone has shitty things on their minds to think about and not everything is nice and dandy. Life is certainly not easy. Coping with it comes with falling and rising back up again (am i making sense?). To be honest, sometimes when I watch Beyonce or whoever on tv, I secretly wish that I could sing as good. Then I could sing my worries away (HAHAHA!) and have lots of money by using my talent which comes free. Haha I'm so funny. Pfft.

On the other hand, it breaks my heart seeing anyone who is less fortunate than I am, struggling to make the best out of his/her life. And here we are, taking everything for granted. It would be nice to know that someday everyone would be given the same opportunities. Especially in education. That's the stepping stone which would lead us to different paths of life. There shouldn't be a barrier to education.

I feel like I'm in a dark place lately. I need new curtains.

love, dreamer.