Every cowboy has his sad sad song

via (freeyourmind)

Bliss

I should rewatch 500 Days of Summer soon. I absolutely adored it the first time round so yea. 

A random thought, is it really better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? Then at least you can live in happy ignorant bliss right?

And it's yesterday no more

072010_alpha, originally uploaded by kristen caston.

Eventuality

You know I've been there before. And you can get out of it. Eventually.

In which everybody stalks everybody

I watch the stars from my window sill
The whole world is moving and I'm standing still

- The Weepies

Everyone stalks everyone, but we act surprised when we find out we are being stalked ourselves.

Blogging is such a strange phenomenon.

Who do we actually write for? Certainly not ourselves. Yet while I for one would like some people to read my blog, I'd rather others keep their eyes away. But it's all public, and the amount of control we have is very minimal.

whatodo?

I got an invite to Google Wave. I am ecstatic, but it's not much fun when no one has one, or even knows what it is.

Sometimes I read other people's blogs and find that we are not the same at all. And then it's interesting to find out how I might have gone. It's neither good nor bad, just different.

November is vanishing like October did. I find myself wanting to do so many things, but being unable to squeeze in the time. And it's not leisurely things, I want to review Avatar. I've researched it and all, but have yet to find the courage to pitch for it because I'm not sure I'll have the time. And yet I'm also not sure I'll be able to find enough stories to cover later on.

What should I do?

(via maeve holler)

Do you understand people? Do you sometimes feel like you know someone, but then are proved wrong? And you actually don't really know them at all, because they are saying are things you suspect you can never wrap your head around or understand? And it makes you sad and you don't know how to help at all?

Do you know what I'm talking about?

Have you ever been angry with someone who had no idea that you were angry? No matter how you hint?

A purpose

(via bella MUMMA)

So I suspect I'm spending too much time on the computer?
I've finally finished designing the Crusade Camp T-shirt, I think. Will call the Mac service guy tomorrow so they can tow her away. And hopefully fix all those cracks. I've been using the PC for the past few days, and I realised that Illustrator CS4 is pretty different from my version.

HMM... Oh yea. I fixed up the yahoo media player, which strangely cannot be used when viewed on Firefox. I've tested it on Safari and Chrome and it works just fine.

Know what? Sometimes I think of switching back to Blogger. Of course without a tagboard. I really dislike tagboards. Mostly because no one tags.

I live on an island, yet I live in a city.

As with cities, the pace of life is incredibly fast, you can't catch your breath without being left behind.
As with islands, there is no escape.

That sounds remarkably like a depressing horror story, if it's possible.

I can't understand why there is so much hurt in the world. How much of it is real and how much imagined? And why are there some people who are always sad, while others are perpetually happy?

Is it just a way of seeing things that makes them this way? Simply a case of pessimism vs. optimism?

And why do still others seem happy on the surface, but when you delve deeper are full of unspoken hurts, pain, and confusion? What's the sense in it all.