Helen Keller: The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched ... but are felt in the heart.
Blaise Pascal: We must learn our limits. We are all something, but none of us are everything.
Johann Goethe: If you must tell me your opinions, tell me what you believe in. I have plenty of doubts of my own.
Tom
Peters:
If you're not confused,
you're not paying attention.
Edna St. Vincent Millay: I love humanity but I hate people.
Amy Bloom: Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.
George Santayana: Love is only half the illusion; the lover, but not his love, is deceived.
H. L. Mencken: To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia -- to mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an ordinary young woman for a goddess.
Katharine Hepburn: Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.
Mother Teresa: The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.
Hunter S. Thompson: The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side.
Erma Bombeck: We've got a generation now who were born with semiequality. They don't know how it was before, so they think, this isn't too bad. We're working. We have our attache' cases and our three piece suits. I get very disgusted with the younger generation of women. We had a torch to pass, and they are just sitting there. They don't realize it can be taken away. Things are going to have to get worse before they join in fighting the battle.
George Carlin: Here's all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.
Laurel Thatcher Ulrich: Well behaved women rarely make history.
Maureen Reagan: I will feel equality has arrived when we can elect to office women who are as incompetent as some of the men who are already there.
Chinese proverb: When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.
Albert Camus: Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
I went to see the doctor today to check out my throat. It’s been three weeks and now I can't even swallow my spit without flinching. (Don’t ask me why I get sick so often, I won’t answer)
So I was sitting in the doctor's office, spacing out while my mom & Dr K.C (nama je mcm org muda) had a heated discussion about the weather (of all things) and I saw
this chart. . . .
It seems
that the ideal weight for my height is 53 kg.
I’m screwed.
P.S: The doctor wants to stick a camera down my throat (AGAIN) because he thinks these recurrent sore throats aren’t as harmless as I thought they were. Sense my delight. No, seriously. . . Joy. . .
Feel like ruining english? Urban dictionary here. Come on people, let's rise to the occasion!
Suitable for all the grammar rebels & ghetto shams out there.
I don’t quite get why some people think it’s completely appropriate to disturb another person while they’re having a meal.
I ate my lunch alone today -at Subway in case you were wondering- and this guy (who donned an absolutely distasteful cap, don’t even get me started) suddenly came up to my table and said,
“Ey apasal makan sorang ni? Boyfriend lambat ke? Ke takde kawan?”
A Chinese family beside my table murmured something in mandarin. A couple not far from my table observed inattentively. I looked up, gave that jackass a blank stare and continued to devour my heavenly Turkey Sandwich. I focused on chewing, nothing else. I thought that was the end of it but no, he just HAD to cross the line and say,
“Comot nya adik makan, makan lah baik baik slow slow nanti berat badan naik susah”
I dropped my 1/4 eaten sandwich, got up and left. Jantan jantan Malaysia, whatever happened to chivalry?
I was trying to find my Anne Frank book earlier this morning when I stumbled upon my (once lost, now found) sixth grade notebook. After a ten minute argument with myself, I decided to flip through the pages just to please my curiosity. It was still intact, with more than twenty virgin pages. At the age of twelve I was a self-proclaimed loser, so it was pretty embarrassing to once again read my past-thoughts and childish opinions. On one page, there was a penned conversation between me and a good friend (EHEMMYRAEHEM) on the subject of money and murder. We were deciding between a million bucks and getting the chance to kill a foe of ours; sin-free. I circled the money part. Glad to see one part of me hasn't changed.
On the
other pages were inked celebrity names, names of crushes in cliché hearts, several I<3
You ‘s and top-notch abstract doodles: my very own version of a time-capsule. Man, I was so superficial and shallow back then. (Sekarang ada aa lagi tapi tak seteruk dulu)
It’s a bittersweet thing (more bitter than anything else) to realize how much I've changed in under four years. All these changes that have taken place, both the good and the bad, are dumbfounding. All of it happened inside of me and I didn’t even notice! I doubt it’ll ever come to a end. So is it possible that one day I’m going to change completely?
One particular scribble read: “1 day ill find out y im here”
Four years later, I'm still trying to figure that one out.
Question: What’s the best thing about being supremely busy for one entire week?
Answer: You forget about everything and everyone around you, even yourself. Basically, you become dazed and stunned. All your problems somehow just magically disappear behind that massive workload. The amount of pressure is unbearable, but you bear in mind that worrying about ONE thing is usually better than worrying about plenty of other smaller things. You become addicted. Your work is all you think about day in, day out. You shut everybody out. Every little problem you had before seems so petty compared to the things you have going on right now. Time and date becomes insignificant. You sweat (a whole lot) the way you do after a 30 minute workout. Generally speaking, the world around you becomes a massive gray haze.
You dread it, but you never want it to end; this chaos.
But it
does end, eventually. And you snap out of that haze. Suddenly you see that everything’s
different. You don’t know how it changed so drastically in such a short amount of time. You try to digest the news but you just can't. It's too hard because you were so busy, you didn't even see it coming.
I’m so tired.

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