Merciful Turbulence and Distortion

reading people's blog is an enlightening procedure, makes me go ga-ga and seeing so many different things and decipher the author and gives me inspirations, often inspirations to improve myself physically, mentally and urges me to broaden my views on things and of the late, affirmation and support on things i stood up for, my beliefs and my ground rules.

talking about inspirations, i was home for quite a while now and two things managed to stop me with momentum and got me into really uplifting ambiance.

number one would be the visit to the art museum with my "tourists". that had been really cool for me, to breath art and to feel art. i love all things beautiful. i guess the comfort comes from knowing that i can let myself into all things happening and refuse to be a continuous ignorant. i don't want to be a mediocre! now where does that come from?

number two is really lame but i guess it's just another of the growing up phase. i know. film adaptation of nicholas spark's dear john. i watched the trailer for a couple of times and i really do like it. cheesy and cliche as it may seem, it's really pleasant and charming and captivating. yeah, i am saying all these judging by a mere 2 minutes trailer. and the song was really cool. set fire to the third bar by snow patrol ft martha wainwright. i really recommend the song, great!

and these pretty much sums up my month-long holiday, plenty of movies and songs and books and some paintings and museums. yup, that's pretty much of it all.

okay, and for now, some recommendations:

mischievous music from lenka, very catch tunes, trouble is a friend and the show.



and oh yeah, this one is like one of the best movies after a walk to remember, the notebook. ( yes, i think i am becoming a nicholas spark addict)



p/s
anyways, my plannings are whirling and whirling and trying to take form, for the whole new semester, i want to see changes, dramatic or subtle i don't care, i just want them different.

my life is seriously turbulent at the time being, i will make things right if i can, given the time and space, and my skin is like this million year-old parchment, peeling and harsh and my health is deteriorating, why is it that i cannot seem to learn to love my body? body peace! body peace! body peace! fade out...