Keep on hiding so you can’t be found

I caught the final bits of Some Kind of Wonderful while changing channels yesterday.  Mary Stuart Masterson was awesome in it.  And the script too.

It’s better to swallow pride than blood

Oh, and Elias Koteas stole the show with his lines.  Hilarious.

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I re-discovered Damien Rice earlier this week and went through his song lyrics whatever I could find.  I love The Greatest Bastard  I could think of a couple of people who should sing it to me.  Hah.

Deeper conversation…

… with Yuna and Mike Einzinger!  And good friends, of course.

I enjoyed the show, and the company.

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Spending time with girlfriends.  Touching base.  Exchanging ideas.  Seeking advice.  Laughing.  Crying (me).  Reminiscing.  Looking ahead.

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Nervous, but looking forward to next weekend.  However well I guard my heart, it is never safe.  But I know I will be allright.

Even if the skies get rough

Where else but at PostSecret

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We both/know our/own limitations/that’s why we’re strong

We both know – Colbie Caillat and Gavin DeGraw

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While I accept that nothing is random, it is frustrating to be teased with some kind of wonderful and later realised it was someone else’s.  But I will try again, and hope for the best.  Because you need to figure out your own shit and decide what you want.  Whatever it is, please be happy.  That’s the least you could do.

I’m out of sight

 I’m gonna pick up the pieces,
And build a Lego house
When things go wrong we can knock it down

Lego House – Ed Sheeran

Would my life be simpler if it were made of Lego pieces?

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I saw you in my dream last night.  It wasn’t a pretty sight, literally.   I appreciate the humour of the scenario, though, even when I wished that you weren’t there.

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Like sunlight, sunset, we appear, we disappear. We are so important to some, but we are just passing through.

Just passing through, never staying put.  Should I set out now, while I still have my heart?

Why write when you can moan

Everyone thinks writers must know more about the inside of the human head, but that is wrong. They know less, that’s why they write. Trying to find out what everyone else takes for granted.

                                                                  Margaret Atwood 

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The saddest song you ever heard
The most you said with just one word
The loneliest prayer you every prayed
The truest vow you ever made
What makes you laugh, what makes you cry
What makes you mad, what gets you by
Your highest high, your lowest low
These are the things I want to know

                                                                        Don Henley’s Inside Out

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Five hours spent talking into the small hours.  About life, about the service, about people.  There were two gentlemen at the table who shared many stories with me, for which I am grateful.  Bila nak commission? Tak tau la, Tuan, harapnya tahun ni.