Ashes of Roses
Lvs came over to NUS today for her experiments...it was nice walking around with her,buying the cookies and stuff..it felt like any old regular day doing just another regular thing like buying junkfood at the coop and fries at the gecko...it felt so..normal..yet knowing that its far from normal...now that's weird.but i try not to think too much about these things..dsnt help does it.. :)
Later at her place the experiement with jals was HILARIOUS..i just cldnt help but LOL soo many times and practically ruined the experiement-recording!!!But the guy is just classic..his expressions and the blank looks and lvy's tamil..just too much to take in at one go!!I had a whale of a time..i finally left the room coz i just cldnt stop laughing...was good catching up with jals after so long... we were all talking about how far we've come from the 'pre-pubescent' days as jals called it..and its true..we have all evolved..changed...grown... metamorphosized if u like, to different extents, but still we've come a long way from those uncertain days of raging hormones and confusion and when crises meant having a common test on a sat morning...Now we're talking about careers,marriage..ahem ahem...well some of us are anyway *wink* and settling down,family etc..it felt so nice to watch these 2 goondots sound so settled..a part of me felt it was funny but another part felt reassured and..i don't know..can't get the right words...its all soo grown up and yet i cld have sworn we were in sec 2 not long ago.
Just thought of the times lvs and i took walks to the temple near our houses...even if it was to just sit there for 10 mins..coz it gave us some sense of peace and hope - and more so coz we had an important test the next morning! :p
funny how it's the littlest most ordinary things u miss most..
Like that cold windy thurs morning...when the leaves were flying all around...tossed abt by the unusually strong wind...and i was walking down to meet the mould for the last walk before she flew to tas for the 1st time...i remember it like i know i always will.
Like the walks back home with the pancake from kovan...like the walks in the huge sec sch field, walking and laughing all the way to the air rifle range...oh and the time we pushed her into the swimming pool..she's one person who took such total crap and she was such a sport about it...(miss the nit..Really hope to meet her and the mould tog sooooon...)
Like sitting by the beach with s(f) watching the sunset...
Like sharing cut fruits with yoga.J and later sitting in the forum in some painful,uncomfortable yoga postion, balancing on the balls of our feet since some ppl insisted it aided digestion and yet, i felt sleepy through out the class!!!
Like the walks in the rain with ribena..spending time together,sharing and caring and simply being there for each other, and of course for time to come as well...and all that tea i'm now addicted,i have her to thank for that!!
The out-of-the-blue meetups with mylightfactory in gardens...talking about 'being in our elements'...sharing our experiences and thoughts on the importance of therapeutic 'pamper urself' treatments...and analyzing the purpose of our life..and the 'bigger things' in life.
My grandma's toothless grin...her saying the pledge on national day..
my grandpa coming back from work with 'fruit of the day' and cutting me a piece every night...
Butterfly kisses...the baby smell...the curtains..the books.... and the familiar 'old spirce' cologne...
I can't go on....
Different people...different memories....so many memories it just brings a lump to my throat and a dull ache in my chest...its beginning to hurt.
Well...
Its the little things at the end of the day.
The old memories will always be there.....im making new ones, with both old friends and new...I'm glad i am...new memories...new friends...new bonds..each one unique,special and very very dear to me...all to be cherished memories...in the circle of life. it never ends does it... sheesh i wonder how elton john felt after singing 'the circle of life'...hopefully not like i feel right now..i feel profound in my lameness - or perhaps lame in my profoundness? hehe... :p
These past 2 days..i just feel like dancing...really..i hardly ever feel like that...infact im convinced im one of those ppl who just cannot move and cant lift herself off her feet..i know im rather grounded as a person... but in my case, its gone to uncanny extremes...im just rooted to the ground...most of the time that is..sometimes i surprise myself and feel like running on a windy night...or when i'm feeling unusually light and dizzy and floaty- which i assure you is a VERY RARE phenomenon...and most recently on prom night, which was eons ago,so go figure...and after allll this time...i suddenly feel like dancing..just moving...not being/feeling conscious..but moving to the beat,rythm,music ...of just my heart even...arghh waht the hell am i saying?! dont nkow where that came frm it just sounded soooo...arggh.....hhhhelllllllllllpppppp somethings happening to me!!
Its probably the movie...probably has smehting to do with the way j-lo kept twirling around, her skirt swishing soooo gracefully around her...her legs...her neck...her rythmic moves...so womanly and graceful.....and yet powerful and confident..
It all started after i watched 'shall we dance' with jazz the other night..had a real nice time..shes a lovely person, right down to the warm smile and i just love the way she laughs..its infectious,really..hope she clears some clouds in her thoughts tho..i'm sure things will be ok, sometimes the hardest thing is to not to do anything, except give it time and let it pass...the movie was niiice...i felt so inspired to dance at the end of it (and that's reallyyy saying something!!!) but then again, we're talkin richard gere and j.lo dancing here...so....*thud*.
But the fact still remains that i fell in love with the movie, not in a passions 'the phantom of the opera' obsessive way..but in a smile on the face...tears in eyes sorta ways..such a heartwarming story..and esp the song...'The book of Love' - apparently an old song...its such a beauuuutiful song...i cldnt help but cry when i heard it...Such things really give me some hope, heck the fact that there's some person sitting there writing these scripts, and getting paid for it...heck the fact that we're talkin richard gere and not any regular man in the street...heck that its all scripted....argghh....*THUD* i hate when i rain on my own parade...i hate going to bed as the hopeless romantic sighing and smiling, and waking up the cynical pragmatic realist who's grouchy and bitter...!!!
Oh well...and cant wait to watch 'finding neverland now' -highly recommended by many trusted realiable sources!! its my next goal!And of course my module readings and apart from that finish up soem books that i've started on.
Ok i should end here and go to bed...been a long day..long week...
and here we are again, back at friday...from one fri to the next...
And still its the little things that count...
The Book of Love - Peter Gabriel ('Shall we dance')
The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I....I love it when you read to me
And you....You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I....I love it when you sing to me
And you....You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I.......I love it when you give me things
And you.....You ought to give me wedding rings
And I....I love it when you give me things
And you...You ought to give me wedding rings
And I...I love it when you give me things
And you.....You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings
ps : if your wondering what 'ashes of roses' is all about...its a colour...lav's fav colour in fact.. roses this colour are called cuisse de nymph (hope i got the spelling rite!)... its a kinda dusky,dusty ashy pink..the kind that's shadowy...there and yet you dont know if its there...the kinda gorgeous colour that seems to be a mix of shades..and you can't make out the different shades..where the dust ends and the dusk begins...its all just blended tog.
Later at her place the experiement with jals was HILARIOUS..i just cldnt help but LOL soo many times and practically ruined the experiement-recording!!!But the guy is just classic..his expressions and the blank looks and lvy's tamil..just too much to take in at one go!!I had a whale of a time..i finally left the room coz i just cldnt stop laughing...was good catching up with jals after so long... we were all talking about how far we've come from the 'pre-pubescent' days as jals called it..and its true..we have all evolved..changed...grown... metamorphosized if u like, to different extents, but still we've come a long way from those uncertain days of raging hormones and confusion and when crises meant having a common test on a sat morning...Now we're talking about careers,marriage..ahem ahem...well some of us are anyway *wink* and settling down,family etc..it felt so nice to watch these 2 goondots sound so settled..a part of me felt it was funny but another part felt reassured and..i don't know..can't get the right words...its all soo grown up and yet i cld have sworn we were in sec 2 not long ago.
Just thought of the times lvs and i took walks to the temple near our houses...even if it was to just sit there for 10 mins..coz it gave us some sense of peace and hope - and more so coz we had an important test the next morning! :p
funny how it's the littlest most ordinary things u miss most..
Like that cold windy thurs morning...when the leaves were flying all around...tossed abt by the unusually strong wind...and i was walking down to meet the mould for the last walk before she flew to tas for the 1st time...i remember it like i know i always will.
Like the walks back home with the pancake from kovan...like the walks in the huge sec sch field, walking and laughing all the way to the air rifle range...oh and the time we pushed her into the swimming pool..she's one person who took such total crap and she was such a sport about it...(miss the nit..Really hope to meet her and the mould tog sooooon...)
Like sitting by the beach with s(f) watching the sunset...
Like sharing cut fruits with yoga.J and later sitting in the forum in some painful,uncomfortable yoga postion, balancing on the balls of our feet since some ppl insisted it aided digestion and yet, i felt sleepy through out the class!!!
Like the walks in the rain with ribena..spending time together,sharing and caring and simply being there for each other, and of course for time to come as well...and all that tea i'm now addicted,i have her to thank for that!!
The out-of-the-blue meetups with mylightfactory in gardens...talking about 'being in our elements'...sharing our experiences and thoughts on the importance of therapeutic 'pamper urself' treatments...and analyzing the purpose of our life..and the 'bigger things' in life.
My grandma's toothless grin...her saying the pledge on national day..
my grandpa coming back from work with 'fruit of the day' and cutting me a piece every night...
Butterfly kisses...the baby smell...the curtains..the books.... and the familiar 'old spirce' cologne...
I can't go on....
Different people...different memories....so many memories it just brings a lump to my throat and a dull ache in my chest...its beginning to hurt.
Well...
Its the little things at the end of the day.
The old memories will always be there.....im making new ones, with both old friends and new...I'm glad i am...new memories...new friends...new bonds..each one unique,special and very very dear to me...all to be cherished memories...in the circle of life. it never ends does it... sheesh i wonder how elton john felt after singing 'the circle of life'...hopefully not like i feel right now..i feel profound in my lameness - or perhaps lame in my profoundness? hehe... :p
These past 2 days..i just feel like dancing...really..i hardly ever feel like that...infact im convinced im one of those ppl who just cannot move and cant lift herself off her feet..i know im rather grounded as a person... but in my case, its gone to uncanny extremes...im just rooted to the ground...most of the time that is..sometimes i surprise myself and feel like running on a windy night...or when i'm feeling unusually light and dizzy and floaty- which i assure you is a VERY RARE phenomenon...and most recently on prom night, which was eons ago,so go figure...and after allll this time...i suddenly feel like dancing..just moving...not being/feeling conscious..but moving to the beat,rythm,music ...of just my heart even...arghh waht the hell am i saying?! dont nkow where that came frm it just sounded soooo...arggh.....hhhhelllllllllllpppppp somethings happening to me!!
Its probably the movie...probably has smehting to do with the way j-lo kept twirling around, her skirt swishing soooo gracefully around her...her legs...her neck...her rythmic moves...so womanly and graceful.....and yet powerful and confident..
It all started after i watched 'shall we dance' with jazz the other night..had a real nice time..shes a lovely person, right down to the warm smile and i just love the way she laughs..its infectious,really..hope she clears some clouds in her thoughts tho..i'm sure things will be ok, sometimes the hardest thing is to not to do anything, except give it time and let it pass...the movie was niiice...i felt so inspired to dance at the end of it (and that's reallyyy saying something!!!) but then again, we're talkin richard gere and j.lo dancing here...so....*thud*.
But the fact still remains that i fell in love with the movie, not in a passions 'the phantom of the opera' obsessive way..but in a smile on the face...tears in eyes sorta ways..such a heartwarming story..and esp the song...'The book of Love' - apparently an old song...its such a beauuuutiful song...i cldnt help but cry when i heard it...Such things really give me some hope, heck the fact that there's some person sitting there writing these scripts, and getting paid for it...heck the fact that we're talkin richard gere and not any regular man in the street...heck that its all scripted....argghh....*THUD* i hate when i rain on my own parade...i hate going to bed as the hopeless romantic sighing and smiling, and waking up the cynical pragmatic realist who's grouchy and bitter...!!!
Oh well...and cant wait to watch 'finding neverland now' -highly recommended by many trusted realiable sources!! its my next goal!And of course my module readings and apart from that finish up soem books that i've started on.
Ok i should end here and go to bed...been a long day..long week...
and here we are again, back at friday...from one fri to the next...
And still its the little things that count...
The Book of Love - Peter Gabriel ('Shall we dance')
The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I....I love it when you read to me
And you....You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I....I love it when you sing to me
And you....You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I.......I love it when you give me things
And you.....You ought to give me wedding rings
And I....I love it when you give me things
And you...You ought to give me wedding rings
And I...I love it when you give me things
And you.....You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings
ps : if your wondering what 'ashes of roses' is all about...its a colour...lav's fav colour in fact.. roses this colour are called cuisse de nymph (hope i got the spelling rite!)... its a kinda dusky,dusty ashy pink..the kind that's shadowy...there and yet you dont know if its there...the kinda gorgeous colour that seems to be a mix of shades..and you can't make out the different shades..where the dust ends and the dusk begins...its all just blended tog.
posted by Kumari | 2:19 AM
1 Comments:
*warm fuzzy feeling*
that was a lovely post, as always.
it's memories like these that tell us we've got blessed lives, yes?
hope that whatever yur doing now will be so great that they'd become such great memories years down the road.
And I thought the digestion thing worked!!!!
aaaarrrrggghhhhhh
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