The Opinion Post

"if you love something, let it go, if it was meant to be, it'll come back to you"?

This is more an opinion post than another one of my rantings. I don't really have anything to blog about and this quote kind of brought questions into my mind. What do you guys think? I mean, is it true or not?

Some people say if you love something as much as you say you do, then you should pursue it by all means... but this quote argues.

“If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.” ~ Doug Horton

Mood Music

YAY! I finally uploaded my new and improved version of the music playlist. It's at the bottom of the page... scroll down and take a look. :D

"Without music, life would be a mistake."
~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Dream a Little, Dream of Me

"Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me"
~ Dream a Little Dream of Me, Louis Armstrong

Ahh... I lurrve that song. That's not the point though. This post is not about that song though, it's about something completely different.

I can't remember any of the things I've ever dreamed about... I can remember bits and pieces though. I remember this nightmare I had when I was two. I was held at gun point by a crazy mechanic who had already shot both my parents (yes, I was VERY imaginative even at the young age of two). XD

I also remember an old uncle who has now passed away, telling me that remembering your dreams means that they will never come true. I never figured out whether or not that's true but I thank my lucky stars that I remember the crazy mechanic one because even if there's the slightest chance that they may come true at least I can rule out being ever held at gun point by a crazy mechanic!

Don't worry, I'm not that crazy that I only dream of such thing as that. Of course, I dream my fair shares of hot guys and fairytale happy endings! ;)

So what do you dream of?

TAGGED... once more! :D

Tagged by Disguise :)

First off, the rules:
1. Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
4. Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
First off, the rules:
1. Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.

3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.

4. Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1. I know, I know... I've already done a '7 things about me' post; still, that doesn't mean that there are 7 things MORE for you guys to find out. So... here's no.1, I am kinda anally-retentive (means I am a person with such attention to detail that the obsession becomes an annoyance to others).

2. Something is wrong with Windows Live account and I am now pissed, oh yes I am!

3. Exams start on Sunday and I have this secret fear that I'm going to do really bad... the isn't exactly one of my best subjects.

4. I just realized that the above mentioned secret fear is now no longer a secret fear.

5. I'm going to graduate from my school in a few weeks and I can't help being all nostalgic about the fact that I wont get to see that milk-packet-guy anymore! XD Kidding! But I am totally going to miss all my AWESOME friends :D

6.Mum and Dad are talking about moving... that kinda sucks because I no longer will get to say that I live in the beautiful tropical archipelago of Maldives... but on the other hand, I'm one of those people who think that new experiences are fun!

7. The number 7 and I do not get along together that well. In fact, I loathe the number 7 and I know that deep, deep... DEEP down... it loathes me too!

I hereby tag,
Now,
Noelia,
prIncEss,
Princess Mia,
Ammetia,
debbie,
Diana,
& Vinay

Carpe Diem

We live in a world where people come and go like day and night. Somewhere people celebrate the birth of a baby and in some place else people mourn the death of a loved one. That is part and parcel of life.

Maybe I've been watching too much TV or reading too much fiction but one question which popped into mind today was whether or not I wanted to be immortal?

I'm kinda scared of dying. yes, I know that it's stupid and completely irrational but ever since my near-death experience I have been a bit fearful of that fact that I might die any moment. I seriously am not ready to die... When I die, I want to have lived; really LIVED. I want to have skydived, traveled the world, gone scuba diving in the Great Barrier and done so much more! I want to die happy with a fulfilled life and I want my life to have meant something, I want to have created memories which will last forever and have made a difference in the world.

So my answer to the question...is NO. I wouldn't want to be immortal. I have no intention of living forever. I wouldn't want to watch all my loved ones disappear off the face of the earth one by one. I wouldn't want to be all alone.

So my dear Grim Reaper, please hold on because I'm not ready to die just yet. And to all my fellow bloggers and anyone who stumbles upon my blog and is bothered to read it, carpe diem! :D

"We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will”
~Chuck Palahniuk~

My Ridiculous Masterpiece

I got bored a couple days ago and I decided to go all artistic. OK, fine, I just needed something to liven up my bedroom wall. I spent a total of five hours on that. In that five hours, I managed to ruin my fave T-shirt with the paint and create something which actually looked good on the wall for once... I apologize for the cruddy photo, I didn't have enough common sense to take a photograph or scan it before putting it up on the wall.

One of those TAGS!!!! Version 2.0 (A..K.A the milk-packet-guy version)

I am : doing this version of this tag totally for Ki! ;)
I think : I am going to write all sorts of funny stuff in this version of the tag
I know : that the guy I threw the milk packet at through the class window will take his revenge
I want : to sit near the window so that I can keep a look out for the milk-packet-guy
I have : a whole bunch of stuff gathered to throw at him if he shows up
I wish : that I would seriously get over this whole throwing stuff out of the window thing.. but the rebel inside me is yearning to break free ;)
I hate : the milk-packet-guy, OF COURSE! (this one was kinda obvious!) XD
I miss : the cute guy who used to come by the ATM in front of the window during break
I fear : getting caught throwing stuff at the milk-packet-guy!!!
I hear : him yelling at me whenever I throw something...
I smell : the smell of success whenever he throws a fit on the road and everyone else on the road stares at him
I crave : chocolate... we eat it while throwing stuff at him :D
I search : for milk-packet-guy every break time
I wonder : if he will ever complain to the school administrative or the school office
I regret : throwing the first ever milk packet through the window instead of the dustbin
I love : enraging the milk-packet-guy
I ache : when he skillfully dodges all the pieces of chalk... (the oldie watched Matrix!)
I was not : pointing at the milk-packet-guy (even though he thought I was), I found the butterfly flying past more interesting than him.. so.. :P to the milk-packet-guy
I am not : obsessed with the milk-packet-guy. I AM NOT!
I cry : when I'm all alone.. seriously I have been crying more and more recently...what IS up with my tear ducts?
I believe : kicking milk-packet-guy's butt with nothing but a milk packet! :D
I dance : whenever there's music.. and sometimes when there is none.. like that time in front of the principal while she was talking to me.. the woman thought I went mad! XD
I sing : the 'victory song' whenever I manage to ruin milk-packet-guy's shirt with chalk
I read : everything and anything which a human being can possibly read
I don't always : have perfect aim with those milk packets!
I fight : with anyone who annoys me! WATCH OUT!
I write : all that I feel.
I win : every battle againt the now-infamous milk-packet-guy
I lose : battles with the ATM hottie, I cant seem to throw anything at him!
I never : seriously mess with people this often.
I always : apologize profusely if I do something wrong (except for the milk-packet-guy of course!)
I confuse : the milk-packet-guy about whether or not I'm actually one of those rebellious people who are always creating mayhem.
I listen : to the milk-packet-guy swear whenever I bomb him with chalk (happily listen!)
I can usually be found : bombarding the milk-packet-guy with chalk during break time.
I am scared : that he might actually complain to school and I would get B.U.S.T.E.D!
I need : to think of something un-rebellious to do during my break time...
I am happy : when the milk-packet-guy shows up perfectly on time... and I am waiting for him with bombs!! *evil laugh*
I imagine : that you probably think I'm insane by now...
I tag: Now!!!