Letters to Juliet

Had a wonderful day today with Rachael and Trix. Did a bit of window shopping together, and watched Letters to Juliet. Lovely movie, it really transcends the word 'love' into a whole new meaning. It's beautiful. I think the best word to describe it is that it was really real. Not the best romantic flick you'll find, but a great feel-good movie. Went to Subway after, where we tortured our mate Amy, who works there, to death - by being really difficult customers. Of course, we were just mucking around.

Have a good weekend, everyone.

Smile

"Beginnings are scary. Endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts the most."

Today's been good. Though great, I have to admit that I'm a bit tired. Tired to the point that I washed my hair in the shower today, when I had no intention whatsoever to wash my hair. It took me a good few minutes before I realised what I was doing. But you know, it's all good. Listening to Shine On by Eric Bibb. Awesome song. It's one of those feel-good songs which pretty much makes you feel good, and nothing else.

As Eric Bibb would sing, "Keep on when you mind says quit, dream on till you find you're living it."

A friend of mine

Tonight, I realised how much pain human beings can inflict upon each other just by a few words, a few sentences. It doesn't matter if it is over the phone, the internet or over a third person. It's still pain, and one way or the other, one person always end up getting hurt.

I have a friend.
I have a couple of friends, but I'll tell you about this particular friend tonight.

See, my friend is this chirpy, happy person in general. She laughs like a maniac, and can't stop laughing once she starts. She's a "ranga" (a redhead), but a very beautiful one. From inside out. And I'm not making it up. To me, she's always been beautiful. She has flaws, like the next person, but I've learned to put up with her Justin Bieber antics, and let her be infected with the "Bieber Fever". She's one of those people that you'll just smile hanging out with her.

And tonight, my friend just got deeply hurt. Over Formspring, people had posted very, very nasty things about her. Things that I don't want to repeat. Things that she can't ignore. And when I say nasty, I mean really bad things. The kind that can hurt people a lot. And my friend is very sensitive. I mean, if another person would've said those things, I would've been upset too. With her, she took it very seriously - even up to the point where she believed the things they said. It took me a while to reassure her that none of it is true, and eventually she believed me.

While reassuring her, I wanted to ask her to "not take it seriously", "let it go" or "don't let them get to you". I wanted to say it, but couldn't. Because I've been through this. I had been called horrible things before. It didn't seem right to tell her that, when I know that at where she was, at that very moment, it would feel like a bunch of crap. And it was. So I just told her what I knew. Things I hope would make her feel better, but meaning every single word I said.

I've asked her to go to sleep and not think about it too much, and she's said 'okay'. For some reason, I think she'll agonize over it. And that's the reason I can't sleep tonight. I'm worried. I know she'll be okay, but there's a part of me that's worried. I feel.. uneasy. If it's this hard on me, I can't imagine what's she going through.

For now, I'll keep myself pre-occupied. I still have an essay to write. A project to finish. A music piece to compose. It's almost dawn, so I better get a move on. It's going to be a long night tonight.

When Five Fell

So much to do, so little time

I was indecisive of whether to leave my room as it is or to clean it up. Then I thought to myself, "Hm, let's be a good little girl, and actually clean your room a little". Thing is, I've just realised that instead of actually cleaning my room, I've messed it up even more. I'm so skilled sometimes.

Anyway, I hope we're all having a good week so far - I sure am. I have so much to do though, and no kidding, the projects just keep coming in. Not that I'm complaining, because I'm grateful. I'm grateful that I have a school to go, have education, have good people around me. I'm grateful. And that's why I have made it a point to never complain about anything. Or at least, try.

There are people out there doing way worst than we are, and sometimes, although as a human being, I naturally complain - but I feel bad. There are people who struggle with food, and don't have a roof to sleep under, and don't have the options that we do. When we go and buy a packet of chips, we think - which packet should I get? Which flavour is the best? Is it value for money? We have options. Many people out there don't.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm extremely grateful as to how lucky I am. I have wonderful people around me (although not always, but I could do worse), a bed to sleep on and food set on the dinner table. I'm grateful.