very guilty the pleasure

I love Robin Thicke. Yesss, his songs can a bit racy, okay a lot, with risque lyrics that make you blush blood red, but his songs are irresistible. Makes me want to dance. Out of all his songs, this is my favourite.

But the visual images you're about to see aren't so easy on the eye, especially for guys, though I think it's actually the opposite and what the song is actually about. Because trust me, you do not want to know. If I'd tap into your curiosity and you're not strong enough to resist this, you're on your own. Remember, listening for pleasure not for information. heeee

please allow me to be lame

We don't have these kinds of successful boybands in Malaysia anymore do we? Now, the focus is on the Koreans. They're cute, but I remember the days when the craze was all about KRU. I adored Norman (please don't ask me why), my elder sister and younger sister loved Yusry and Edry respectively. We were part of the KRUMania. Hey, they were cool back then.

Oh another reason why it's here is because the songs give me energy to finish the pending assignments. A shocker but true.

skeletons in the closet

I have a test tomorrow. My first ever quiz of the semester, so yes, instead of writing a post, I should be studying my head off. Eleven theories of how to teach writing must be mastered tonight and be delivered at 8.30 a.m. Lately and I think almost every morning, despite having five rounds of alarm set in my phone, strategically placed right beside my ear, fails to do what it is generated to do. Wake me up. I've become immune to the blaring (and very unattractive) sounds of my Sony Ericsson handphone but not to the ringing of phone calls. It somehow triggers some kind of wire in my head and magically wakes me up. I am really interested in finding out how it is possible to wake up to phone calls and not to ill-sounding alarms. That will be in my list.

Actually, the point of me writing and babbling nonsensical sentences is to distract myself from my own childish thoughts. Get over it, Nashrah! Stop obsessing! The past is past and the future of a writing test that is 10% (is it? does not matter, still has its marks) to be answered tomorrow morning is what entails you now. You are going to be fiiinneeee. Now go study.

I mean every word.

I'm only a woman
Of flesh and bone
And I wept much
We all do
I thought I might die alone
But I had never(x11) met you
So baby be good to me
I've got nothing to give you, you see
except everything, everything, everything, everything
All the good
And the bad
Cause I've been bad
I've lied, cheated, stolen, and been ungrateful for what I had
And I'm afraid habits rule my waking life
I'm scared
And I'm running in my sleep
For you
But all of the oceans and rivers and showers will wash it all away
And make me clean
For you
Cause I had never(x15) met you


So let's take a loan out
Put it down on a house
In a place we've never lived
in a place that exists
In the pages of scripts and
the songs that they sing
And all the beautiful things
That make you weep but
Don't have to make you weak


Cause I never(x27) loved somebody
The way I loved you.

-Rilo Kiley, "I Never"

oh Petruchio

Being exposed to the authentic literature text of Taming of The Shrew by William Shakespeare and not the adaptation, surprisingly strengthens my love even more for the latter version, not caring how it's simplified, how Julia Stiles was not even half as vicious as the 'real' one, and the text is made into a coming-of-age movie.  Probably because, the acting was real, the actors were superb, and it had Heath. It will always be my favourite teen movie. Yup, not even Can't Hardly Wait or Never Been Kissed (James was in it, and you know how big my adoration for James is) can come close.

lost love

 

"Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesn’t." 

-Mitch Albom

 

To my cousins, I know you probably won't read this, but I'll write anyway. It is fate. We can't fight it, we can't do anything about it. We are powerless. If God says be it; so be it.  You've had 25, 24, 23, 18, 15, 12 years with him, and yes, those years, no matter how many decades you have spent, will never ever be enough. For he was your strength, your everything. Life will be hard after this, no doubt,  from accepting to moving on, but that is what it is. Life. It goes on, it can be taken away in a second, it can be well spent, or it can be thrown away. We all have choices, but we all do not have the choice to live forever. What we can do is be the best that we can ever try to be, to make life as wonderful as possible, so you will not regret much when it's your time to go. Your father was a great man, and I think he has nurtured and loved you six up until the point that he knew you are ready to face anything. And we share the same belief. Cry if you want to, mourn as long as you like, as grief is never easy. But do continue on being successful, being great sons and daughters to your mother, and stay together. You will be okay. Love.

convictions can be effaced at times

 Sometimes, I find myself agreeing with Ms. Finn over here. 

But most of the time, I'm with Tom.