-Sway-

When my family bought our first television back in the late 1997 [in Sydney that is] I discovered 'VideoHits'. It's sort of like an alternative to Aus-MTV. While MTV aired on cable, VideoHits was/still is shown on one of the five normal channels; channel 10. At around that time, one of the top songs were Backstreet Boys - Everybody - which I simply loved, not because of the song, but because of the video clip [I was {and still am} really into vampires, mummies and the whole Halloween shabang]. I witnessed Britney Spears 'Sometimes' hit and stay at number one for six weeks. There came a time when every saturday and sunday the show would end playing 'Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide ... bla bla'

It's here I first heard the song 'Sway' back in 1999, when I was in year 7. I admit, apart from the words Sway my way, I hardly registered anything in my head, but the melody was really nice. I remember the video clip too; a simple clip without a whole lot of shabangs. I remember Runga getting a plastic milk curtain out of a supermarket fridge and head to the counter; where stood the counter-guy who clearly is the one she wanted to sway for her. In total, VideoHits played this song around four times only. That was the end of that. I never heard that song ever again, until yesterday, nearly 7 years later. [Thankss]. It makes more sense now that I hear it. Very nice song, very nice ... I'll post the lyric ... Courtesy of her official website ... http://www.bicrunga.com/precious/thing.html

Sway- Bic Runga

Don't stray
Don't ever go away
I should be much too smart for this
You know it gets the better
Of me
Sometimes
When you and I collide
I fall into an ocean of you
Pull me out in time
Don't let me drown
Let me down
I say it's all because of you
And here I bujhle
Go
Losing my
Control
I'm practising your name
So I can say it
To your face it doesn't
Seem right
To look you in the eye
And let all the things
You mean to me
Come tumbling out my mouth
Indeed it's time
Tell you why
I say it's
Infinitely true
Say you'll stay
Don't come and go
Like you do
Sway my way
Yeah I need to know
All about you
And there's no cure
And no way to be sure
Why everythings turned inside out
Instilling so much doubt
It makes me so tired
I feel so uninspired
My head is battling with my heart
My logic has been torn apart
And now
It all turns sour
Come sweeten
Every afternoon
Say you'll stay
Don't come and go
Like you do
Sway my way
Yeah I need to know
All about you
Say you'll Stay
Don't come and go
Like you do
Sway my way
Yeah I need to know
All about you
Its all because of you
Its all because of you
Now it all turns sour
Come sweeten
Every afternoon
It's time
Tell you why
I say it's
Infinitely true
Say you'll stay

-Words of the Day-

Courtesy of dictionary.com - an efficient and extremely lazy way of improving one's vocabulary!

Verily :

1. In truth; in fact
2. With confidence; assuredly

Admonish : (verb - admonishing)

1. To reprove gently but earnestly
2. To counsel (another) against something to be avoided; caution
3. To remind of something forgotten or disregarded, as an obligation or a responsibility

Counsel :

1. Advice or guidance
2. A plan of action
3. Private, guarded thoughts or opinions

Annals :

1. A chronological record of the events of successive years
2. A descriptive account or records; a history

Betide : (verb - betided)

1. To happen to

Yore :

1. Time long past

Albeit :

1. Even though; although; notwithstanding

Doughty :

1. Marked by stouthearted courage; brave

Dominion :

1. Control or the exercise of control; sovereignity
2. A territory or sphere of influence or control; realm

-Babble-

What's the proper way to read a book? We start at the beginning and finish at the end- could that be called reading? To fully qualify to 'know' a language one must not only speak it with fluency , s/he must also be able to write what s/he speaks and read and understand other written work. How much do we understand when we read? It is said that as soon as a person starts to read, the author is dead- in the sense that as soon as I start bringing my own values and relate my own experience to a fictious text; the ideas, values and the experience originally expressed by the author cease to exist. Of course, this is no way my theory, I'm merely stating someone else's statement mixed with some of my own understanding. This is why it's so hard to do or think up something original.

Anyway, back to reading. So the overall process is something like - a string of letters that form words represent objects in our daily life - some special words within a sentence give the objects individual attributes (action and description). The reader then process all these by placing them within a defined context, making sense out of what once were simple letters.

Our brain has the tendency to fill in the gaps for us. So essentially most of us don't need to look up that strange word in the dictionary to make sense out of a sentence. Of course, knowing that particular word would most likely heighten the sense of meaning. However, most of us (or is it just me?) never in a million years would open up a dictionary and check. There's a good reason behind it too. Once that 'reading-flow' comes along, it's hard to look elsewhere but the book, let alone taking the time out to consult a dictionary - which is always ever so tedius, despite the great 'dic-skills' someone might have. In a 'flow-ed' state skipping one sentence would no way harm the overall intended meaning {and believe me, one attribute for good readers is that they never need to manually read a whole word, for some words the brain automatically does it for us}. Hence the notion of let's-not-consult-a-dictionary. Truth be told, I've only found out the EXACT meaning of 'reluctant' a few weeks ago. Frankly speaking, having a vague idea about that words' meaning was never a hindrance to my understanding.

I started reading 'Arabian Nights' last night and for some reason my brain would not register a word of the only two lines I read. When I tried again tonight, I realised there were just too many words in one sentence I didn't know the meaning to. So, I opened up a dictionary and tried to locate the word 'Verily'. I failed. Now, I have no doubt about my 'dic-skills' I picked up at a very early age, so that is definitely not the case of my failure. I tried the word 'very' to see if the fat book offered me that other word, and for some reason, be it the poor lighting of the crappy table lamp that I have or perhaps the fat book itself that was to blame, I had no luck!

-Shaolee-

Below is an excerpt story written by my sister's friend. She's my sister's age and a very promising [shall I say] writer. I requested her to write something where the main character goes by my name along with some attributes I myself lack and would've liked to have. Her [let's call her V] other stuff are pretty good, better than this piece. However, it's probably best not to compare. Oh, yes, the title of the short story in 'Shaolee'.

Chapter I: Garnet

The sky was a nice pale blue, wispy grey clouds drawn across it. The sun beat down with a hot glare, showering the land with bright vivid sun shine. There was a cool gentle breeze.

A nineteen year old girl strolled casually towards the growing crops on a peasants farm. She was quite tall and pale, her long wavy dark brown hair held up with many small pins and fell in down loosely in curls. She had a delicate nose, a pointed chin and determined brown eyes. She wore a long blue dress that fell to her ankles, with puffy sleeves and lacy hems.

A girl on the crops of growing wheat, shovel in hand, looked up sharply at the sound of footsteps. She smiled as she recognised the girl that had just walked onto the farmland.

“Shaolee!” cried the girl with delight, “So you did come after all.”

Shaolee grinned, and answered, “I was meant to be gathering the eggs on the farm, but I slipped out of duty. I suppose you can call it that, eh Garnet?” She ignored the voice in her head, which told her that she should stop lying and tell Garnet her real origins.

“You mean you abandoned your duties,” said Garnet, flashing pearly white teeth. Garnet pulled the shovel from the earth and leaned airily on it, “Want to help? I have to finish this by dusk.” She glanced at the gleaming sun, but not directly. Garnet picked up a shovel and threw it at Shaolee.

Shaolee picked the shovel up deftly, and walked over to Garnet. A sound stopped her in her tracks, a trumpeting horn of the tax collector. Shaolee froze, a look of terror on her face.

“What’s wrong?” asked Garnet in concern, as she noticed Shaolee’s stiff behavior.

“The taxpayer,” whispered Shaolee, her heart beating reasonably faster.

“What about the tax collector?” replied Garnet.

Shaolee turned and ran, hitching up her skirts, yelling over her shoulder, “I’ll tell you tomorrow, Garnet!” The horn of the tax collector began blowing behind her, and squeaked to a stop suddenly, with the taxpayer shouting with surprise, “Lady Shaolee! What are you doing here?”

Shaolee ignored him, tearing through the thick forests, branches scrapping against her knees and cheeks, ripping through her skirts. She stumbled and fell into a puddle of mud. Wearily she gathered herself up and ran, in desperation to arrive back to the capital of the fiefdom before the tax collector.

-Another Random-

Just for the sake of updation ...

Following people are being missed:

- HolyMonk
- P6C
- Eemra
- Hell-So
- Arafay

Following songs are being searched for:

- Sway
- Justify my love
- This song jeitar naam/dhaam/gayok kichui mone nai ... akta line chara ... even oi line-tao completely mone nei

Following things I have to do:

- Burn a whole bunch of songs
- Read a whole bunch of books
- Finish a whole bunch of unfinished prose and poetry
- Listen to a whole bunch of songs

Following things I've realised:

- I feel terribly lonely
- Hotel California's live version gets my vote over the CD version
- 'Angie' is a terribly nice song
- I like things that inflict depression and sadness all at the same time I like things that inflict positiveness and optimism
- I'm trying terribly to be very very nice
- My blog timer is set at a wrong time

-Random Sequal-

I'm getting hooked on Anime's ... which is not good ... all I think about are the characters and why they act the way they do and secretly wish I had an 'anime-ish' life ... I see the super-duper morally strong all round nice/good people and wish I was like them ... I also see the hideous morally ugly all round evil/bad people and wish I was like them ...

This is not good ... however, the good news is ... nothing lasts forever in the cold november rain ... what I mean is like my wise mama [uncle] says ... 'tomar kono interest nai ... tumi all time reluctant' ...

-My Day-

I received my Psychology Research Assignment back from marking today. It was out of 100, and knowing I had put in the best effort I can, I was hoping for a pass [>50]. I flipped to the front, and there was the answer to this erm I'm lost for words. Turns out that the marker hasn't received the actual report. The only thing he was given was the search print-outs for which he gave me full marks [8]. This is really really strange because I've strictly handed every minor/major part of the assessment. Anyhow, I thought I'd go home and print a copy out and explain the whole situation. I mailed my tutor [marker] ...

Long story ... Don't feel like finishing it ...

-Untitled-

" Hi, I'm calling to enquire about a pair of Sherdon shoes, catalouge number 1008, black-brown, size 8 ... oh okay...."
" .... And last night's concert was like so like fun. Yeah, I like saw him and he said Hi. Yeah, like I'm going next week as well. It's so like ...."
" No, the industrial relations bill cannot be passed. Just imagine no rights as a worker, we can't refute our employer, can't receive paid maternity leave. Damn this government. Sometimes I just ...."
" .... Want my school to go well in the HSC. Otherwise my own average with fall."
" Sometimes I think maybe I should just fuck up ...."

It has been ten minutes since I found this spot. Everyday it becomes more and more troublesome for me to find a place where hundreds of conversations do not intercept my own thoughts. 'Their' petty talks pierce through my brain like icy winter raindrops. Even then, I do not move. I have grown accustomed to the burning rays of the sun. Each and every particles are travelling up to my arms, spreading a vicious warmth along the way. I cover my rested head with a piece of yellow paper, strech out my limbs and block out the intruders; or at least try.



To be continued as soon as I get a bloody flow of words ...

-Boredomness-

Your #1 Match: ISFP

The Artist You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now). You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children. Simply put, you enjoy bueaty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life. Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs. You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer.

Your #2 Match: INFP

The Idealist You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world. Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships. It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close. But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop. You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.

Your #3 Match: ISFJ

The Nurturer You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal. A good listener, you excell at helping others in practical ways. In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music. You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for. You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.

Your #4 Match: ISTP

The Mechanic You are calm and collected, even in the most difficult of situations. A person of action and self-direction, you love being independent. To outsiders yous eem impulsive, surprising, and unpredictable. You are good at understanding how all things work, except for people. You would make an excellent pilot, forensic pathologist, or athlete.

Your #5 Match: INFJ

The Protector You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity. Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is. You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience. You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them. You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.

What's Your Personality Type?

Can everyone see that? Stupid piece of _____ ... How do I save on the 'above' space?