Monday, April 25, 2011

the black cat at elms


There's a black cat that has made its home at our student village. It roams about everywhere and survives on milk and ham given by kind souls -and I know because my friend gave it that. Well, because it had leapt into the kitchen through the window and met my friend in there; and it kept rubbing itself against her leg that it almost frightened her. 

I believe that it also lives on the love given by those who fancy animals and soft furs. This, I know because I'd petted it. 
I visited the room of another friend of mine on the ground floor and we were chatting there for a while. Suddenly, my friend shrieked. I looked down and saw something past by my feet and almost screamed myself too. 
It was the cat, and it had strolled into my friend's room. She shooed it out, but it was still stuck in the corridor. My other friend came out to see what the commotion was, and there was another friend whom had been followed by the cat. 
We tried feeding it stale bread, but it wouldn't eat it. I reached out and patted it. It had the softest fur ever. So smooth, so black.












These are some photos that I had ran out to take. We were in the grassy space behind our rooms.

We had followed it, and it had later followed us in turn, hoping that we had something for it to eat. I took the chance and photographed it. But later, it then left when it figured out that we did not have anything edible in hand.


*photos slightly edited with a curve by Nirrimi. :)

sometimes.


It was a long day. I was almost emotionally drained, after spending time trying to be a good friend but failing miserably at making her feel better. And that was after a long night of drama that I shouldn't really have been involved in, but it was my friend, and I so I tried to be a good friend.
It was a long week. Late nights, lengthy assignments, time with friends. Everyone was exhausted and it was beginning to show in the shadows that fell beneath our eyes and the noses that were getting blocked.

I needed time on my own. Away from everything. Sometimes it just gets rather tiring being connected all the time. 


Ever had also been somewhat neglected. I'm a little afraid that I have been losing myself, in small parts. (But I will pull myself all back.)

Photography. Writing. Photography. Writing. Reading.
My loves. My purposes for living.

So I decided to bring Ever out. Just the two of us. I didn't even change out of my shorts, and only pulled on a hoodie over my t-shirt (when I came back, my hands were freezing, but they almost always are, so it wasn't really much of a surprise). 











I kept my mind empty. Sometimes, you need to do that. Our minds can't be buzzing with activity all the time, it wouldn't even be constructive. It needs its rest too.

But these are what I saw. So pretty, and they had always been what made me miss Ever so much when she isn't with me.


Hope that you enjoyed them.

mine.



I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul

I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me

I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I wont let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul

Yeah

You might need time to think it over
But I'm just fine moving forward
I'll ease your mind
If you give me the chance
I will never make you cry c`mon let's try

Am I crazy for wanting you?
Maybe do you think you could want me too?
I don't wanna waste your time
Do you see things the way I do?
I just wanna know that you feel it too
There is nothing left to hide

I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I won't let another minute go to waste

I want you and your soul
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
Ooooooo
Beautiful Soul, yeah
Oooooo, yeah
Your beautiful soul
Yeah 

princesses


  Been wearing a hair band all day long. My friend commented that I look like a princess.
  But really I have never ever wanted to be a princess. They say that all little girls once wanted to be a princess. How cliched. I would never be a cliche.
  Reasons why I never wanted to be a princess:
  The princesses in fairytales are too lame. All they know how to do usually is scream and wait for handsome knights to save them. In real life, no one is really going to save you. You know that you have to save yourself. And waiting is just pathetic.
  On the other hand, the lives of real princesses aren’t too fun either. Sure, they may seem to have almost everything: royal blood (which I believe is a spoof because it is just hereditary. If I lived a million years ago and had proclaimed myself as king, my god-knows-how-many great grandchildren would have so-called ‘royal blood’.), money, fame etc. But that is all surface stuff. When are things we see just on the outside real? All are created from the inside. And so, really, the lives of real princesses are too complicated to be contemplated. Royal duties, responsibilities, names to uphold... so many things to tie you down. 
  All things said, I’m a free soul.
Every girl wants to be the person that changes that one guy.
--The Hills
But you see, this is where they are all going wrong. I don’t think that anyone likes to be changed. If you really wanted to be with that one person, you should be loving them for who they are. If they change, accept it. But you should not be with the person if you are trying to change them.
I know, change will be inevitable. It is impossible for two people to meet and not create a third new thing, something that had once never existed.  But if that happens naturally, it's okay. Just like it is okay if any of you adjust yourself to fit with that person -we always have to do that. But there is still no reason to completely change yourself for one person. The main reason being that you still need to know yourself, because in the worst scenario where the other leaves, you will at least still know who you are.

Sunday, April 10, 2011


“Our lives are not as limited as we think they are; the world is a wonderfully weird place; consensual reality is significantly flawed; no institution can be trusted, but love does work; all things are possible; and we all could be happy and fulfilled if we only had the guts to be truly free and the wisdom to shrink our egos and quit taking ourselves so damn seriously.”
Tom Robbins

picnic at botanic (gardens)

Perfect weather. Lying on cold grass under the brilliantly warm sun. A thousand others on the field opposite. Friend’s chatter and children’s yells. A seagull flies ahead.







 


























Pictures from today when me and my friends went on a picnic in the Botanic Gardens. 

Everything was so gorgeous! I was lying back on the grass, typing notes in my mobile phone for inspiration, watching all the people while imagining their stories at the same time. 

Enjoy the photos :)