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“Okay, here goes. Barbie’s idea. It’s like, that people… Well, that everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world — no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds… Not just [...]
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Am I then really all that which other men tell of?
Or am I only what I myself know of myself,
restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,
struggling for breath, as though hands were
compressing my throat,
yearning for colors, for flowers, for the voices of birds,
thirsting for words of kindness, for neighborliness,
trembling with anger [...]
Loneliness isn’t having nobody miss you when you die;
it’s not having anybody to miss when you do
I hate it when it rains; not because of the weather itself but because it freaks my (smaller) dog — he looks something like this — out so much. So when it started to pour today I ran downstairs, [...]
Somewhere along the lines of growing up we lose our awesomeness and spend the rest of our lives trying to get it back.
Last year, Daniel Sassoon (very succinctly) wrote:
In Singapore everybody seems to want a freebie when it comes to bands and music. “Oh, can I have a free CD?” “Can you put me on your guestlist?” “Wah, must pay ticket entry ah?” “Nevermind, download it lah.” Attitudes that music is or should be free. Newsflash — [...]
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith “A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”
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I think I’ve figured out what’s wrong with me — I can’t trust anyone new; I haven’t [...]
“But can’t you see that I’d rather be sad with you, than be glad with any other?”
Melancholic is the personality of an individual characterized by black bile; hence (Melas, “black”, + __kholé__, “bile”); a person who was a thoughtful ponderer had a melancholic disposition. Often very kind and considerate, melancholics can be highly creative — as in poets and artists — but also can become overly obsessed on the tragedy and [...]
I remember something my PS told the platoon after I’d gone out of training and was at Pasir Ris already. Something along the lines of, they were polished on the outside, but rotten on the inside. It just came back to me after so long. Hm.
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The one thing is this world that can remain beautiful [...]
“As soon as I lay down I began crying. I could not stop. The crying was quiet and wet. It was impossible to sniff it back or swallow it down my throat. It just came and kept coming, like a steady leak. It seemed that something was broken inside me. It was not [...]
Pain. You just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breathe deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you [...]
I was reading Mel’s blog when I came across this quote I hadn’t heard in a very long time. It’s from the first season of Grey’s Anatomy and the quote–along with my stitches from surgery–were where I got the name for this place from, though reading it on her blog had nothing to do with [...]
I was reading one of the old issues of Punk Planet I had lying around when I read the inverview with June Panic. Here’s an extract:
bq.. **Do you think that the Danielson/Pedro the Lion/Damien Jurado crowd, who don’t fit in well with the Christian contemporary music scene of Amy Grant and Newsboys–or even the more [...]