Showing posts with label jodi picoult. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jodi picoult. Show all posts

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Move to the city; lose all your heart


music/photos/quotes time!
better than happy meals.
enjoy!
p.s. still searching for a new site with music codes.
tell me whether or not the song works cos this player is really bipolar


The Rumble Strips - Girls and Boys in Love







"Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it."

~ Mitch Albom
(Eddie's wife, The Five People You Meet in Heaven)















Grown-ups like numbers.
When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters.
They never ask: “What does his voice sound like?” “What games does he like best?” “Does he collect butterflies?”
They ask: “How old is he?” “How many brothers does he have?” “How much does he weigh?” “How much money does his father make?”
Only then do they think they know him.

~ Antoine de Saint Exupéry
The Little Prince
















“Being alone, it can be quite romantic
Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic
A fantastic voyage to parts unknown
Going to depths where the sun’s never shone
And I fascinate myself when I’m alone”
~ Andrew Bird














"If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales.
If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales."
~ Albert Einstein
















The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, “No, I’m happy for you”? That’s when it’s really sad.

~ John Mayer


















"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What?! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
~ C.S Lewis















"Who has never killed an hour?
Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes.
The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish.
So you kill the hour.
You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream.
If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep.
And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body.
The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share."

~ Mark Z. Danielewski
House of Leaves
















“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”
~ Jim Morrison

















Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
We ask ourselves,
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
We were born to make manifest the glory that is within us.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
~ Marianne Williamson














"The running boy is inside every man."

~ Mitch Albom
The Five People You Meet in Heaven















"When you don't fit in, you become superhuman. You can feel everyone else's eyes on you, stuck like Velcro. You can hear a whisper about you from a mile away. You can disappear, even when it looks like you're still standing right there. You can scream, and nobody hears a sound. You become the mutant who fell into the vat of acid, the Joker who can't remove his mask, the bionic man who's missing all his limbs and none of his heart. You are the thing that used to be normal, but that was so long ago, you can't even remember what it was like. "

~ Jodi Picoult
Nineteen Minutes















"If you're trying to show off for people at the top, forget it. They will look down on you anyhow. And if you're trying to show off for people at the bottom, forget it. They will only envy you. Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone."

~ Morrie Schwartz
(from Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom)

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Friday, September 11, 2009

Meet Jeffrey the Robot + my bookshelves


so about a couple of weeks ago, i was watching the fireflies music video for the million and first time, and i thought to myself,
man i'd love to have a robot in my room.


and then, a few hours later, when i was on my bed, slowly drifting into sleep, i jumped up and thought,
why the heck not?!


and so i shared this dark dark secret with my dear cousin alia.
and we decided to make a cardboard robot.



he's not complete yet.
i have big plans for him.
but i am impatient and i want to show you guys.



so, guys,
meet...




Jeffrey the Robot.


he still needs arms and legs.
and we're going to glue a bunch of nifty gadget-like stuff to his torso.
+ a couple of other surprises you'll see later.

but yes.
isn't he awesome?



on another grand note,
guess what?

I FINALLY HAVE BOOKSHELVES.



(click to enlarge)

we moved a few months ago, and we haven't really officially settled in yet.
i hate my room.
mainly because i didn't choose the furniture myself.
my parents got sick and tired of waiting for me to find something i liked
(it's not my fault i want my room to look like a flea market and we don't have that kind of stuff here it saudi -_-),
so one day they surprised me by coming back from furniture shopping and telling me,
oh hey danya, guess what? we bought you furniture.

awuppahhh!!!
not.
it's all darkwood furniture, which sucks.
except the bed.
it's kinda cool.
it's japanese-style.
plus they failed to get me any bookshelves or something to store my stuff in.
BIG problem, with me being the pathological junk-hoarder that i am.
(that's why alia and i managed to make Jeffrey a bit quickly. i had a collection of toilet paper tubes. don't ask why)
so yeh that's why i'm a bit psyched about the bookshelves.

but anyway.
i discovered that i don't actually have as many books as i thought i did.
and you know what this means?
i need to stop borrowing stuff from the library.
cos i like to actually own the books i read.
plus the librarians are starting to think i have no social life.

pshaw.
i so do.

well not currently.
thanks to AP chemistry.



but anyway. here's my favorite part:


my jodi picoult collection!!!



and here's my least favorite part:

my torture tools collection.




annnd that's it for today.
hope you're all well.
tell me about your day, etc.


**p.s. blogger seriously needs to do something about photo options. some technologically-challenged people like yours truly really don't have the patience to go through flaming hoops just to post good quality photos.



take care :)



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