aww .. happiness..

Happiness  –  Gerard Salonga

Happiness is two kinds of ice cream
 Finding your skate key, telling the time
And happiness is learning to whistle
Tying your shoes for the very first time

Happiness is playing the drum in your school band
Happiness is walking hand in hand
and happiness is five different crayons
Knowing a secret, and climbing a tree

Oh happiness is finding a nickel
catching a firefly, setting it free
And happiness is being alone every now and then
and happiness is coming home again  

Happiness is singing together when day is through
and happiness is those who sing with you
and happiness is morning and evening
Daytime and nighttime, too

For happiness is anyone and anything at all
That is loved by you


oh happiness,
is crisp, foggy morning
phone calls with loved ones
socks on your feet
oh happiness,
is reading a novel,
tucked under blanket
fluffy and warm.

brrr ..

“Guess where I am? eating cookies’n’cream ice cream at docklands. watching the sun sets and not feeling my thumbs *grins*”

That would be my entry on Twitter, if I do twit.

As part of the assignment due this Friday, I have to come up with some videos that represent my propositions. I tried to do what I could, really, because a) I hate the subject, and b) I’m not that good at operating camera.

So I roamed around Swanston st on my first attempt. After a not-so-good lunch despite being very hungry, I stalked around QV, State Library and Melbourne Central for some ideas. Ended up with 4-5 videos and passerbys looking strangely at me, wondering why would this little girl holding up a mirror in the middle of the street. Also got a warning from State Library security guy for taking a video inside the exhibition room. My bad, sorry, but no I didn’t delete the video like I said I would =p

I hopped on my best public transport the glorious City Circle tram, the red one, and sat at the very back. Three videos whilst riding, liking two of them. When the tram stopped at Docklands, I intuitively got off. Maybe I was drawn by the sky which has turned amber on the west, and the towers of Bolte Bridge. The weather was positively freezing.

Once I was on the dock, I went straight to work. I stumbled upon two men and a boy holding their fishing poles and I hurriedly prepared my mirror, was aware that the chinese guy inside Mecca Bar was eyeing me curiously. After two attempts and not quite happy because the men ended up perching on the far side of the frame very insignificantly, I continued strutting along the dock. I managed to get some of the water and giant wheel, but was dissapointed for not being able to capture Bolte Bridge without zooming in the camera and knowing that I will end up with an extremely shaky shot. meh. Maybe I should go to a neurologist for my shaky hands.

After all those ‘laborious’ minutes, I decided to treat myself with two small scoops of Dairy Bell ice cream, which was open in spite of the weather. I love Dairy Bell. I think some of their ice cream are better than Il Dolce or Anticca. With a smile on my face and lithesome on my feet, I rested myself on a bench and watched the sun melted into the horizon. It was kinda romantic, if not for being alone and having frozen thumbs. But I’ll live. hehe.

cookies'n'cream overlooking Bolte Bridge, Docklands.

I missed the city circle tram on my way back =(  but not to fret, I might as well enjoyed the biting temperature. I won’t be having that anymore in very few months ahead. Once on King st, I turned left to get some Chicken 65, a new favorite from Biryani House thanks to Mira Pangkey who once again has proved that I have been right to trust her blindly =D My craze over Wicked the musical(!!!), The Idea of North, escargot, and Indian food esp. butter chicken, are all originated from her. You’re awesome, meewah *smooch*

And now, watching American Idol. It’s ballad/jazz week, and am enjoying the show so far. No change that. I LOVE the show this week! Love the songs, love the contestants.

Will continue on eZediaQTI and dinner now. Ow tuesday please come quick!

In the mood for…

Warwick Avenue   –  Duffy

When I get to Warwick Avenue 
meet me by the entrance of the tube
We can talk things over a little time
Promise me you won’t stand by the light

When I get to Warwick Avenue
please drop the past and be true
Don’t think we’re okay just because I’m here
You hurt me bad but I won’t shed a tear

I’m leaving you for the last time, baby
You think you’re loving, but you don’t love me
I’ve been confused, out of my mind lately
You think you’re loving, but I want to be free

Baby you’ve hurt me 

When I get to Warwick Avenue
We’ll spend an hour but no more than two
Our only chance to speak once more
I showed you the answers, now here’s the door

When I get to Warwick Avenue 
I tell you baby, that we’re through 

I’m leaving you for the last time, baby
You think you’re loving, but you don’t love me 
I’ve been confused, out of my mind lately
You think you’re loving, but you don’t love me
I want to be free, baby you’ve hurt me

All the days spent together, I wished for better 
But I didn’t want the train to come 
Now it’s departed, I’m broken-hearted 
Seems like we never started 

All those days spent together when I wished for better 
And I didn’t want the train to come…

You think you’re loving, but you don’t love me 
I want to be free, baby you’ve hurt me 
You don’t love me, I want to be free 
Baby you’ve hurt me ..

little envy

I’ve been struck by a pang of jealousy for tens of times today, from looking at couples. Couples walking hand in hand, couples laughing and looking happy, couples sitting in City Circle Tram and gazing into each other’s eyes. Love can be so perfect at times. 

I hate being bitter. I hate being envious over other’s happiness. It’s not that I don’t want them to be happy – I don’t even know them – it’s just that I want to be one of that happy couple. Is there any perfect love ? 

People go through tears and sadness to recognize laughters and joy. Does it also apply to love, that you should go through rejection and disappointment to grasp what love feels like ? Will people appreciate more of love once they’ve tasted the pain and sorrow of losing ? 

I want to scream “WHY? WHY? please, not again..”. But aren’t love about giving, and forgiving? About learning, and accepting? If you don’t give and forgive, learn and accepting, then would people believe that you’re loving ? Would you yourself believe so ?  

If this is the journey that I have to walk through, then I won’t run away. Besides, you have to go through the rain if you want to see the rainbow. And it’s been freakin’ long to see that rainbow of mine. I should definitely find a way on not to feel or turn hostile on those poor, happy couples on the street.

Oh I’m such a freak. I think I need some sweets.

who I am is determined..

It is said that one meaning is defined by what it is not 
by what it does not posses, by which it does not belong to

It is said that one being is identified by what he is not
by what he does not posses, by whom he does not belong to

Red is red because it doesn’t reflect the color of blue, or green
and black is black because it has no white presenting itself

It is said that one is identified by where he lives amongst
by whom he cares for, and by where he stands on

If these are true,
then let me ask you

When those that define you have gone,
the ground you stand on, the people around you
When there’s nothing left to be compared to,
not what you don’t have, nor whom you belong to

Tell me,
who are you ?