Sunday, January 18, 2009

A Place Called Here.

Sometimes, people can go missing right before our very eyes. Sometimes, people discover you, even though they've been looking at you the entire time. Sometimes, we lose sight of ourselves when we're not paying enough attention. "Sometimes, we lose sight of ourselves when we're not paying enough attention". 

That's an extract from the book 'A Place Called Here' by Cecilia Ahern. I JUST finished the book this morning after..approximately 2 months. It's not that it has a bad story line, or that I hated the way it's written, but I was just not that into it. It didn't have the force to keep me going. 

"Sometimes, we lose sight of ourselves when we're not paying enough attention". This sentence keeps ringing in my mind. I don't know why, but it's like, I can't decipher it fully well. And my mind keeps repeating it like its some kind of mantra waiting for my brain to miraculously make more sense out of that phrase, more sense than I'm able to. But the much sense that I can make out of it is enough for me to like the sentence. Like how, we drift apart from our physical self when 'we're not paying enough attention'. 

Anyhow, about the book. I never intended for my blog to be where I'd write reviews about books or movies or tv series but I'm making Sex & the City and this one exceptions. The story tries to explain where 'lost' things go and I like the idea though it was rather unrealistic. In the story, when people, things, emotions and scents are lost, they all go this place called 'Here'. It didn't explain where exactly 'Here' is, but I assumed it was not on our map and it's like a 'magical place' in kiddy fairytales except it's NOT magical. It's like..where we live in now, but perhaps a little more backward. And the people that arrive there settle down, get married, have kids and die and so on. Just like us. 

But somehow, things can get lost from 'Here' too and that's when they get back to where we are. Not just things, even people can get lost from 'Here'. [You had to be extremely lucky to be lost from 'Here' because usually, that will not happen at all] I know it sounds bizarre. I thought it was too. lol But you know how, sometimes, you swear you put that hair pin on your dressing table and then you'd search high and low for it but it's not there. Then 2 days later, you find it on your study table? Yes, of course, you must have recalled by mistake. Or you must have used it once more and place it on your study table absent-mindedly. I know, logically that's an obviously better explanation. But I used to have a ring made by my friend when we were 8. And I'd wear it whenever I remember which usually happens in phases. Like I'd wear it for a week, removing it everytime I shower and putting it back on when I'm done. After that week, I'd forget all about it. Then after some time, I'd feel like wearing it again and start searching for it. Like everyone else, usually, when you make the effort to look for it, that thing just wouldn't be there. So I left it, for weeks and weeks. Then out of the blue, I'd find it, in the most obvious place. Ignoring how it'd miraculously appear in such an obvious place, I'd wear it for the few weeks again. And the cycle happens numerous times over a couple of years, until I was 14. And I didn't see it again. I don't remember being hyped up over losing it and my conscience tells me, I'd be if I did lose it, because it was a ring made by my best friend then. 

When I read the book, I thought of the ring and how, maybe it did land in 'Here'. And I wouldn't mind having it back again, if only it was one of the lucky things that found its way back.

Much like emotions, people and scents, they come and go like lost things. If only like in the book, we could choose what we want kept lost forever and what we'd like to restore from being lost. 

Friday, January 9, 2009

My habit.

I'm getting terribly used to this life already. Waking up in the morning, looking forward to a day out with friends. No worries. No problems except for curfews and friends calling me 'potong' because of my inevitable curfews. Contemplating between trying to somehow adjust back to life in Sydney or enjoying every bit of what's left here. I can't quite decide. 

Yes, it's quite funny I'm even contemplating on an attempt to 'somehow adjust back to life in Sydney'. But you see, a day after I arrive I start work. And while I was talking to a friend just then, the word 'Balance Sheet' kind of slipped off my mind already. For a moment, I wondered what a 'Balance Sheet' is for. Forgetting what Balance Sheets are for, is not at all cool. 

Thank goodness I made notes on stuff at work in my folder. Let's hope I made sufficient notes.

Anyhow, I haven't got around to think about much lately. Hence, the lack of any form of posts on my blog. But I found the previous one very inspiring, no? In fact, bloody inspiring, no?
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Besides going out, I've also made full use of having a piano. I play it almost every single day now. And I occasionally remind myself of how much I used to miss it back in Sydney and so with that in mind, I play longer every single time :). They say, as a pianist, your attitude towards the piano reflects on your habits and personality. The only example I can think of for myself is that, I generally don't like playing the same songs all the time. It's like, once I know how to play a song, I won't want to play it for a long time. And I'd prefer randomly picking up other songs, songs I've never heard before and just 'sight reading' them. Secondly, it's funny how the second time I play a song wouldn't be as nice as the first? By that I mean, after I've mastered a song. Like, after about 10 months of not playing, the very first time I played the songs when I got back, is still better than how I am playing the songs now. 

And that actually does reflect on my habits towards things in life. I do get sick of things pretty easily. When I like something, I'd use/play/do/eat/drink it until I get sick of it. Like how, I just realised, I get sick of games very easily, which my friends get annoyed at me for.  And come to think of it, I have always been. 

Old habits die hard, don't they?

Thursday, January 1, 2009