Thursday, 15 December 2011

when people

...don't take any initiative to do anything at all.

Doing that thing would have taken less effort than avoiding it.

Too many different people in the world.

I just don't understand.

Wednesday, 14 December 2011


Mary Poppins: "When you have nothing to say, say... supercallafredgilisticexpiellidocious!"

When I have nothing to say, I say pili-pala. Shorter. Simpler. Hah.

Caroling last week reminded me of how much I used to love to sing. 

Not so much singing.

Bursting into song.

Sometimes it's the very motion of doing something that we love.


It doesn't matter what tea I drink; I love the act of drinking tea more than tea itself. It makes me feel calm.

It doesn't matter what movie I watch; I love the act of watching a movie / TV show with my siblings more than the movie / TV show itself. It makes me feel relaxed.

It doesn't matter what song I sing; I love the act of bursting into song more than the song itself. It makes me feel musical.

It doesn't matter what I thank God for. I love the act of thanking God more than the good or bad thing itself. It makes me feel... grateful?

I think we 'grown-ups' need to learn to sing again.

Thank You, God, for this fine day
Thank You, God, for this fine day
Thank You, God, for this fine day
Right where we are!


another poetic judge.

"I am told that I would be breaking new grounds in deciding these two issues. But, whether this decision would survive the test of time is yet to be seen. Only time will tell. Nathaniel Hawthorne in "The Marble Faun" once remarked that:

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

Shakespeare, in Macbeth 1, said:-

Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

What Hector Berlioz said as quoted in Almanach des lettres francaises is quite interesting. There he said:-
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.

I will now proceed to the heart of the matter."

--Per Abdul Malik J in Faridah Ariffin.


Friday, 2 December 2011

The week doesn't end for me. It goes on and on and on.

I need a break. I need my Sabbath.

But before the Sabbath, I must work like mad.

Skip sleep tonight.

Christmas. 17 December.

Directed by the same guy who directed these:

Dinner provided! (hence, programme at 5pm. ^_^)