“At the end of the day, faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don’t really expect it. It’s like one day you realize that the fairy tale is slightly different than your dream. The castle, well it may not be a castle. And it’s not so important that it’s happily ever after – just that it’s happy right now. See, once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you. And once in a while, people may even take your breath away.”
Meredith Grey – Grey’s Anatomy
This was interesting! Swiped from KK
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One of my favorite movies of all time, “That Thing You Do”, was playing on tv today and I managed to catch my favorite bit. Guess which part it is! (hint: it might have something to do with the video!) Warning: very mushy 
I love the character of Faye in this movie. Especially because she doesn’t try and deny things, or throw tantrums. She gives in when she has to. No, not when she has to. When she wants to. And she does it with no fuss.
So it comes as no surprise that my favorite dialogue from the movie is one of hers, when she is talking to Jimmy :
“I have wasted thousands and thousands of kisses on you – kisses that I thought were special because of your lips and your smile and all your color and life. I used to think that was the real you, when you smiled. But now I know you don’t mean any of it. You just save it for all your songs. Shame on me for kissing you with my eyes closed so tight.”
This ofcourse is closley followed by one of Guy’s (sigh) dialogues, from when he is talking to Del Paxton :
“I’m Guy Patterson, I’m from Erie, Pennsylvania, I’m in a band called The Wonders and we just cut a record, we’re out here on the coast and I play the drums and I have all your records well not all of them but a lot of them but ah at least I did until some of them got swiped when I was stationed in Germany and you were playing in Germany at the time that I was stationed there, but you know what I couldn’t see you because you were playing in Hamburg and I was stationed in Munich but I listen to your records and I think you’re great.
[takes a breath]
You are my biggest fan.”
Man, I love this movie!
Denial is a psychological defense mechanism in which a person faced with a fact that is uncomfortable or painful to accept rejects it instead, insisting that it is not true despite what may be overwhelming evidence.
from here
For some reason, reading the clinical defiinition of such complex things like emotions always fascinates me. For me, it’s simply amazing that something so vast, and not completely comprehendable by man can be so easily put down in words for someone to “look up” and “understand”. That even though its written, right in front of you, you are never going to fully understand the full meaning of the ..err.. meaning.
I think denial is a wonderful thing. For the simple reason that so much of yourself is explained to you once you come to terms with it. The hard part is telling yourself that what you’re doing is definitely not working. It’s always easy to “deny” something when somebody else tells you something, but how long can you battle against you’re own denial?
After I have travelled so far
We’d set the fire to the third bar
We’d share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can’t keep inI’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
– “Set The Fire To The Third Bar” by Snow Patrol
nos·tal·gi·a (nŏ-stāl’jə, nə-)
n.
1. A bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past.
Nostalgia is never a good thing , for me. Somehow, when I think of things in the past, its most often never fond. Like if I think of a particularly good meal, I don’t think of it with joy in my heart. I think “why the hell didn’t I eat more?” . If I think of something more emotional, like maybe a conversation I had with someone, or a a particular moment in time, I never look back on it with happiness. I’m always thinking of a hundred better ways the conversation could have gone, like how I should have probably shut up at one point, or how I should said something when I knew I had to say it.
When I hear a particular song associated with someone or something, it always gets me down. I think about them or the time, and I miss them or the time.So why make the associations? Why have the memories when they only end up making me feel horrible?
In a couple of days, I’ll be beginning my last year of school. According to the school calender, January 25th is scheduled to be, officially, my last day. I’ll have to go back for my results and other things of course. Then, the next time I go to school, I will have to wear that “alumni” badge.
A lot of times, I’ve thought about how it would be if I had been one of those kids who’s studied in different schools. Would the changes have made me a different person? They would have, I guess. Maybe I would have made friends a lot more easily. But then, when I hear a “oh my god you’re so lucky to have studied in one school”, I think of how lucky I am. To have stayed in one environment, to have grown up in a familiar place that has provided consistency in my life without me even knowing it. To be able to greet almost every teacher that passes by me in the corridor because I’ve been taught by most of them. To able to visit the Elementary School building, and walk inside all the classes I’ve been taught in. To be able to drink from the same water fountain I drank from since I could barely write. To walk past the sand pit I played in and made “soft sand” in. To look at the bridge in the Adventure Playground and remember how scared I used to be when I had to jump off to prove to my friends that I wasn’t a chicken . If I had gone to different schools, my memories would have been scattered all over the place.
It’s impossible to list all the things this school has done for me. No matter how cliched it sounds, this school gave me everything I know.
Expect a lot more school posts like this. Sigh.
Dravid leaned forward and, surprised by the bounce, was hit flush on the helmet. The crashing sound was heard in the BC Roy Club House Stand and Dravid went down immediately. He lay on the ground for about five minutes and the whole team gathered around as John Gloster, the physio, attended to him. As Dravid walked back to the dressing-room, his shirt had blood stains and he was in pain.
from here
Dear Dravid,
Please get better soon. You’re still my hero, smashed nose (and bad world cup) and all.
Lots of love,
Me
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