For every rule there are exceptions

Money is like women. The more you run after, the less you can have. The less you show your interest, the more they pass by!

So no wonder if "women" love "money", and if "money" stumbles across "my" way ;)

Dot dot dot.. End of today's thought..



PS: But after all, exceptions shall never rule..

Simply, a hit..

John Lennon -- Imagine

Imagine there is no heaven
It's easy if you try
No Hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there is no country
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say I am a dreamer
But I am not the only one
I hope some day you join us
And the world will be one

Imagine no possession
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people sharing all the world
You may say I am a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you join us
And the world will live as one

End of a post..

"Do you want to save any changes to the document?"

Big NO..
then was delete..

Feliz Cumpleanos..

I remember when my friend Mr. DXer used to say "I'm 35 but 18 at heart", and I used to reply back "I'm 18, but 62 at heart". The 62 was just a joke back then, yet grown to live with me.
Today, I hit my 22. Only 40 steps left for the 62, am I ready?! Aslan will I ever reach my 62?!

UH! Come on! 40 years left?!
Will I ever live 40 more years in here?!
No way..

Last November, I wrote something, and was intending to post it at my birthday. Spontaneous talk doesn't always fit in all situations. Especially that I wished to send my words, as it happens every year to Osama, in his radio program "Late night cartoon". But right now, I don't have any intentions to email him a single letter or publish my pre- written words. Plus I absolutly have nothing in mind to talk about, in the 1st place..

21 years, what will I miss?
Hmm, not much. I don't imagine a dramatic change in the next year. Except for, the people surrounding me. This year isA I will graduate, no longer a student in school or college. Don't know about post graduate studies yet. May be yes, may be no. I got a good job offer recently by the way, so may be I'd give the interview a try then decide later on. May be I get married, and may be not. May be I'll travel or migrate, and may be not.
But in all cases, the people I have around now will always be missed.

+1, what to wish for?
I nearly got nothing to wish for; actually I am not waiting for anything. No one buys me presents since many years, my parents normally forget I have a birthday and frankly not even waiting for a cake! But Excuse me, I have one thing in mind that never changed all through my previous years.
Tell me, How many times you regretted not telling someone, something, a little something, before s/he goes away? And how many times you wondered, (at least, I wondered) who'll feel sad for me going away? Who loves me true and who not? Who regards me as an ultimate necessarily precious gift in his/her life, and who doesn't really care?!
So, what if I die tomorrow, that can be true, very true, who'll be that someone and what's the something?

+1 min, ready? Steady..?!.. what will I go for?!
Let alone, I have to behave and go study.. my exam is in 2 days!
Ya, I know, I'm not the resolutions type of girls. But tell you, I'll go for making memories. Lots of memories. Lots and lots of them. Everywhere I go, every person I chit-chat, exchang a smile, share an opinion with. I don't know how to start. But every little moment passing me by, I wish to keep it safe till I am old and gray. When its another cold winter night like tonight, 11st of January some year ahead, sitting around the heater with my grannys around, using my faint weary voice telling them stories, my stories. And a sudden big wide smile covers my face, for me remembering the days :)


Happy Birthday Dear Blue.. And May You Always Remain the Blue, The One And Only Blue You Wish For You..


PS: The above photo is mine. I took the shot on the 9th of January, using the Pastel filter in the camera's options. Then the framing and signature "On My Own..." by photoshop CS2.

To that someone..

I began to grow weary...
You have something, then you are fed up with it. You leave something, then you miss it. You decide something, then you regret it.
And in the middle you choose to wait all together. Mostly, you choose it the hard way out. Torturing oneself on purpose, trying to convince yourself everything is so beautiful, waiting for your magical brush, to color it your own way. You try to believe in fairy tales, and think peace might prevail. You tell yourself, "Probably it's not green on the other side, its greener yet. And Tomorrow is but a new day, and the best is yet to come."
You sip hope with your every tea cup, and wait for that someone who'd tell you s/he understood it all, and got what you really meant..

"Dare to dream," you repeat it in your morning while gazing at your mirror but you always forget to whisper "dare to live". Or may be, you didn't really forget..

I was never confused about a thing, as much as I am with life, and its abstracts you pass by on daily bases. No, with every living step!
Life, living, death, happiness, sadness, friendship, love, betrayal, knowledge, universe, us, being, freedom, illusive limits, destiny.. and the list is still too long. Tell me what are these, and what is life? Is it a breath we breathe then its gone?
Yet Tell me 1st, why to ask "why to live?"..

We are born sometime ago, walk into the same route others used for long. Then you find, alas, the big yellowish, gray sign "the end". Sometimes you dream of another, a whole new road, never been tapped by a previous being, to mark a discovery, or prove infinity. However, the commen funny thing in those stories, the sign is the very same, fate that is. May be at times you didn't expect, and may be long after you've visualized the moment hundred times ahead.

True and cruel life is sometimes. Especially when you find those people, dear people, you can't lie in front. You tell them, "I am ok", and they believe you not. They give you the bitter truth on a golden plat, demanding you to accept.
I am one of those who wishes to be lied at. Lie to me, when you know its going to hurt. Lie to me when you know I won't feel ok afterwards. Lie to me and let me really believe tomorrow is a new day, and the best is yet to come. Add me sugar, lots of sugar to my morning coffee, let me dare to dream for real and dare to live. Let me believe faries will choose me out of the billions living to do me magic, and that tomorrow I'll watch my reflections smiling over the ocean, dancing my tango dance though.. Though, I've never met the ocean, or learnt a single move or step.

Me, beautiful. Me loves me. Me proud of me. Me .. Me hates me sometimes. Sometimes and sometimes a lot.

"Don't worry," I tell you and myself. The storm will soon go calm, the windmills' rage will quit, and lights will all go quitly dim. A moment of scilent will seperate me and the next moment when I'd find me left again with those stupid questions in my head.
"why all that?" and a big *full stop*..


"Sonnet of the woods" by "Yuhki Kuramoto", really tells..


PS: The above image is originally not mine. However, I signed with "On My Own..." for the framing and special effects on photoshop CS2.

Sometimes.. Someone

Today,
I was going to write how I have all the right to brag about my discovery; when about a year and a half ago, I first knew the name "Yiruma" by a mere lucky chance. And that in return forced all the people whom I introduced him to, not to know how to thank me enough for that. And Still I’m sure many more are coming ahead..

And again, I was going to write about my today’s treasure, for finding –finally- some of his work I’ve been looking for long..
Till words failed me as I listened to his magical notes playing…

Silent..
Take a deep breath..

Now,
All I’d like to tell you now is:
“if you trust my taste, then trust me for that as well.. Listen to “Sometimes.. Someone” from his album “From the yellow room”, and his improvisation for “Gabriel” in his “Love scene” (that was originally the OST of the movie “The mission” composed by “Ennio Morricone” named “Gabriel's Oboe”)”

For tomorrow,
Here is the deal, download these pieces, then switch off the lights, lay down and relax. If you didn’t forgot all your worries and felt the world is a place for us to enjoy, dream and fly, then you have all the right to give me hard times. However, if it happened that you liked it –which I know you will- then you still can ask for more… anytime my friend..

Now I can confess it as loudly as ever “I am Obsessed with Yiruma's music”! Then die in peace..


PS: There are others I am obsessed with their music too, and they are no less than Yiruma (will talk about them later on). Yet, he, and he alone, holds a special memory in my heart for being the 1st I knew who plays that type of music, that is "new age" one..

PS2: The above image is originally not mine. However, I signed with "On My Own..." for the framing and special effects on photoshop CS2.

In the memory of..

Two years ago, at that very time, "winter Sonata" was 1st aired on Egyptian Ch. 2. I can never forget the chatty nights WE spent afterwards, Me, Nan & Moon. Waking up till the morning talking about every Tit'n'Bit by Yu Jina and Jo Sang!
Or the night that followed my "Happy Birthday" in the phone with my dear always Mi, and me singing her back on her day :) .. Me and her were always obsessed with the drama. She liked the love story itself.. But I liked the music and the new Korean culture.. and.. the snow..

Now Dananeer reminded me with the drama, and so can't help me searching again, and again. Till I found the OST "my memory" on youtube..
So Listen, and Enjoy.. :)