Not All Girls Like Pink

OWh what a birthday gift! New Switchfoot video! RESTLESS I am the sea on a moonless night Calling falling, slipping tides I am the leaky, dripping pipes The endless, aching drops of light I am the raindrop falling down Always longing for the deeper ground I am the broken, breaking seas Even my blood finds ways to bleed Even the rivers ways to run  Even the rain to reach the sun Even my thirsty streams  Even in my dreams I am restless, restless, restless Looking for you I am restless I run like the ocean to find your shore Looking for you I am the thorn stuck in your side I am the one that you left behind I am the dried-up doubting eyes Looking for the well that won't run dry Running hard for the other side The world that I've always been denied Running hard for the infinite With the tears of saints and hypocrites Oh, blood of black and white and grey Oh, death in life and night in day One by one by one We let our rivers run I can hear you breathing I can feel you leading ...

Today I celebrate my 28th year of existence. It's been a somewhat contemplative year where life has taken almost every sombre moment and turned it around. It's not like I've been a shining rainbow on speed but it's left me much more appreciative of the people and things around me. Many a day, I wake up and I choose 'Happy' . If I had to choose one word to sum up the year, it would be refreshing . After 27, life sped on and turned amazing. Sure there were glitches and down days and simply awful things and memories, outgrowing of things and lots of rainy days but amazing things still happened in the year of 27. The year of 28 feels NEW .  It's like a clean slate and miles and miles of hope. Today I celebrate my last year of single-hood. It's supposed to be a milestone which I'm writing down to remember. I know it's just a number and people stop counting and stop remembering birthdays after 21 or so. But I'm honoured to be given 28. I...

I Am A Girl - The Girls With Glasses Theme Song from The Girls With Glasses on Vimeo . I just adore this video!

I've been away for two days on a paradise island where the blues are bluer than blue and the greens a melodic hue. A place where the sky meets the sea which meets the sand, and the day begins with tiny drops, a light shower from the carefully shaped  clouds in the bright blue sky. After all that, the view of clusters and clusters of tall grey buildings with their rows of glass windows as I drive into KL startle me with its horrid sight. I still have a love-hate relationship with the city.

I just watched 'Bridesmaids' and I absolutely loved it! Hold On was one of the songs in the movie and they even got the real Wilson Phillips trio to appear in a cameo and perform in there! Wilson Phillips is an American vocal group that consist of the two Wilson sisters Carnie Wilson and Wendy Wilson and their friend Chynna Phillips. They were actually the best-selling female group in 1990! An awesome fact found in Wiki is that the Wilsons are the daughters of Brian Wilson from The Beach Boys while Phillips' parents are from The Mamas & the Papas. Hold On was probrably the most memorable song from them and I surprised myself when I jumped in and started singing along when it was played in the movie! Gosh the 90s.... I guess there were some good stuff from then. I'm gonna try and unearth a few more gems from that era. :D

From brown to black to brown to red and plum to copper to blond to silver and white... Boy do I hate growing old. Ugh.

Sometimes you watch a film that is made to break your heart and you still yell at it in surprise when it does. You swear you never want to feel ripped apart and contorted again, but you take another peek. You still seek out such films - the one that tugs at all the wrong strings. Somehow they understand you. You relate to that broken, heart wrenching film. It leaves you exposed. Emotions laid bare and feeling unfound. A piece of you discovered but not claimed. Because no one experiences a movie in the same way. Much like stories. You picture it, experience it, read it, somewhat, differently. Much like music and songs. Like the one that repeats itself and you do not have the heart to turn it off for it is hauntingly beautiful. The piece that makes you feel owh so sad, but wait, still...wait... it's beautiful. Loop it. Someone must have found joy when writing something so downright sad. Right?