My blog will be on a long vacation, a retirement, I don't know which. But, it has been a very nice experience.
I think it's just time for this part of my life to close its chapter.
I shall sign out now, Goodnight =)
20110213
20110207
The intensity is so very empowering.
I wanted to write out what I went through, as a form of therapy.
The feeling of stress. So much stress. So so so much stress.
But I couldn't find the words. The word stress itself is not enough.
Maybe one day when all of these horrifying stress is done,
I might find a way to finally and slowly release the tension and pent up pressure inside.
But for now, Ha, please hold on. Because if stress can't kill me, it doesn't kill me.
8)
20110206
20110204
I was shooting a scene in my new film, No Strings Attached, in which I say to Natalie Portman,
“If you miss me. you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.”
I began to think of all of the billions of intimate exchanges sent daily via fingers and screens, bouncing between satellites and servers. With all this texting, emailing, and social networking, I started wondering, are we all becoming so in touch with one another that we are in danger of losing touch?
It used to be that boy met girl and they exchanged phone numbers. Anticipation built. They imagined the entire relationship before a call ever happened. The phone rang. Hearts pounded. “Hello?” Followed by a conversation that lasted two hours but felt like two minutes and would be examined with friends for two weeks. If all went well, a date was arranged. That was then.
Now we exchange numbers but text instead of calling because it mitigates the risks of early failure and eliminates those deafening moments of silence. Now anticipation builds. Bdoop. “It was NICE meeting u” Both sides overanalyze every word. We talk to a friend, an impromptu Cyrano: “He wrote nice in all caps. What does that mean? What do I write back?” Then we write a response and delete it 10 times before sending a message that will appear 2 care, but not 2 much. If all goes well, a date will be arranged.
Whether you like it or not, the digital age has produced a new format for modern romance, and natural selection may be favoring the quick-thumbed quip peddler over the confident, ice-breaking alpha male. Or maybe we are hiding behind the cloak of digital text and spell-check to present superior versions of ourselves while using these less intimate forms of communication to accelerate the courting process. So what’s it really good for?
There is some argument about who actually invented text messaging, but I think it’s safe to say it was a man. Multiple studies have shown that the average man uses about half as many words per day as women, thus text messaging. It eliminates hellos and goodbyes and cuts right to the chase. Now, if that’s not male behavior, I don’t know what is. It’s also great for passing notes. there is something fun about sharing secrets with your date while in the company of others. think of texting as a modern whisper in your lover’s car.
Sending sweet nothings on Twitter or Facebook is also fun. in some ways, it’s no different than sending flowers to the office: You are declaring your love for everyone to see. Who doesn’t like to be publicly adored. Just remember that what you post is out there and there’s some stuff you can’t un-see.
But the reality is that we communicate with every part of our being, and there are times when we must use it all. When someone needs us, he or she needs all of us. There’s no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting.
We haven’t lost romance in the digital age, but we may be neglecting it. In doing so, antiquated art forms are taking on new importance. The power of a hand-written letter is greater than ever. It’s personal and deliberate means more than an email or text ever will. It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering. But, most important, it’s flawed There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and spelling that show our vulnerability. And vulnerability is the essence of romance. It’s the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say, “This is me, and I’m interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more importantly, all that I am not.”
- Ashton Kutcher
“If you miss me. you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.”
I began to think of all of the billions of intimate exchanges sent daily via fingers and screens, bouncing between satellites and servers. With all this texting, emailing, and social networking, I started wondering, are we all becoming so in touch with one another that we are in danger of losing touch?
It used to be that boy met girl and they exchanged phone numbers. Anticipation built. They imagined the entire relationship before a call ever happened. The phone rang. Hearts pounded. “Hello?” Followed by a conversation that lasted two hours but felt like two minutes and would be examined with friends for two weeks. If all went well, a date was arranged. That was then.
Now we exchange numbers but text instead of calling because it mitigates the risks of early failure and eliminates those deafening moments of silence. Now anticipation builds. Bdoop. “It was NICE meeting u” Both sides overanalyze every word. We talk to a friend, an impromptu Cyrano: “He wrote nice in all caps. What does that mean? What do I write back?” Then we write a response and delete it 10 times before sending a message that will appear 2 care, but not 2 much. If all goes well, a date will be arranged.
Whether you like it or not, the digital age has produced a new format for modern romance, and natural selection may be favoring the quick-thumbed quip peddler over the confident, ice-breaking alpha male. Or maybe we are hiding behind the cloak of digital text and spell-check to present superior versions of ourselves while using these less intimate forms of communication to accelerate the courting process. So what’s it really good for?
There is some argument about who actually invented text messaging, but I think it’s safe to say it was a man. Multiple studies have shown that the average man uses about half as many words per day as women, thus text messaging. It eliminates hellos and goodbyes and cuts right to the chase. Now, if that’s not male behavior, I don’t know what is. It’s also great for passing notes. there is something fun about sharing secrets with your date while in the company of others. think of texting as a modern whisper in your lover’s car.
Sending sweet nothings on Twitter or Facebook is also fun. in some ways, it’s no different than sending flowers to the office: You are declaring your love for everyone to see. Who doesn’t like to be publicly adored. Just remember that what you post is out there and there’s some stuff you can’t un-see.
But the reality is that we communicate with every part of our being, and there are times when we must use it all. When someone needs us, he or she needs all of us. There’s no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting.
We haven’t lost romance in the digital age, but we may be neglecting it. In doing so, antiquated art forms are taking on new importance. The power of a hand-written letter is greater than ever. It’s personal and deliberate means more than an email or text ever will. It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering. But, most important, it’s flawed There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and spelling that show our vulnerability. And vulnerability is the essence of romance. It’s the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say, “This is me, and I’m interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more importantly, all that I am not.”
- Ashton Kutcher
20110129
I don't know what is it with this January
I have not been enjoying the rain it brings
I used to love it and how it brings cuddly feeling
Now all I can sense is the inky feeling of bleak
It has been too cold for too long can't you see
I have not been enjoying the rain it brings
I used to love it and how it brings cuddly feeling
Now all I can sense is the inky feeling of bleak
It has been too cold for too long can't you see
It has been too lonely for too long don't you think
And I always look forward to step out on sunny days
I am braver that way and I am better with that said
Now all I can wish is warmth from my feet up to my head.
And I always look forward to step out on sunny days
I am braver that way and I am better with that said
Now all I can wish is warmth from my feet up to my head.
20110127
20110126
STRESS.
It is that time again where deadlines are standing side by side like dominoes.
It has been a few weeks filled with deadline pressure and boring group meetings.
Currently, there are three things to submit by tomorrow but I only just finished one of them.
My head is hurting from all the thinking and the repeating cycle of being awake and half asleep.
In fact my head is feeling pretty blank right now. And I could feel tension coiling around my shoulders.
I am so tired. Oh. God.
*Hit head against the wall again and again*
20110124
Suyi: I want you to listen to this song, it's gonna make you happy
Me: Is it gonna make me warm? If yes then I will
But I took one side of her earpiece anyway.
Me: This is really slow, how is it happy?
iPod: Honey why are you calling me so late?
Me: *smiled widely*
Suyi: I told you! See you're smiling!
I admit. That was one awesome moment.
When she asked me to listen to songs, the songs would usually be strange ones.
But this time, it was just perfect.
So we walked down concourse to the lecture listening to Lips Of An Angel.
Haiyz. Yay :D
20110121
I WAS PSYCHED.To come to photography class today.
Because we were having fashion show photography and we had to dress up as...
GEEKS/NERDS.
My class split into two: one group doing the runway and the other as photographers.
And then we switched.
What was more exciting was that we could choose the song to play,
while we do the catwalk and poses.
My group chose Bass Down Low which is a favourite of mine.
Thus increasing my excitement by 75%.
After my walk, my friend said to me:
"Did you practice your catwalk at home or something?"
My inner reaction was: u mad? Tumblr style. Haha.
Can I have the chance to do catwalks for muslimah fashion?
THAT WILL BE AWESOME LA.
=D
20110119
Oral Presentation trials started today, and I just got hit by realistic inspiration last night, and I completed that decent piece only this morning. Like finally. It was so very hard to come up with a topic, really. Why? The first topic I came up with was 'How Zombies Can Actually Save Your Lives'. The second topic was 'Why Humans Should Grow Wings And Fly'. I know. All the weird gundu stuffs parading inside my head. I should never be tempted to speak out my thoughts ever again. They should remain inside my head, period.I could finally come up with a mainstream topic any normal person could accept: 'How Strangers Give You A Friendly Feeling'. This is inspired by a true incident. That thing about a stranger complimented the way my shawl was done. I think it was just because I smiled and held up the elevator for him. Haha. Trading acts of courtesy. Made me feel pretty for a few seconds- because when I reached home I open my shawl what~ But honestly, the random days when people actually notice me and complimented something (the color of my shirt, the skirt/jacket I wore etc) really made me feel happy a bit. TeeHee.
Anyways. What photo is that up there? It is a speech I wrote back in Secondary 2, for our English lesson with Teacher Sarinah. Remember? Well, I do. And all these thinking over what topic to talk about just reminds me of this speech I made. I dared talking about love in front of the class. Though when I read it again now, it is mostly utter crapness. Except for one part I still believe: money can't buy love.