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We All Were Children Once

s t a r m | s t June 22nd, 2008

and how easily we forget.

Oh boy, I wasn’t aware of the existence of the musical! Come to S’pore please!

Even though I have not had my book with me for more than a year [Beebs!!], I can still remember chunks of it, word for word.

Those who have read it should know which part this is.

“Adieu,” dit le renard. “Voici mon secret. Il est tres simple: on ne voit bien qu’avec le coeur. L’es-sentiel est invisible pour les yeux.”

“C’est le temps que tu as perdu pour ta rose qui fait ta rose si importance.”

Bring The Pain

s t a r m | s t November 15th, 2007

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

- Neil Gaiman

Remind Me Not

s t a r m | s t August 18th, 2007

Remind me not, remind me not,
Of those beloved, those vanish’d hours,
When all my soul was given to thee;
Hours that may never be forgot,
Till Time unnerves our vital powers,
And thou and I shall cease to be.

Can I forget—canst thou forget,
When playing with thy golden hair,
How quick thy fluttering heart did move?
Oh! by my soul, I see thee yet,
With eyes so languid, breast so fair,
And lips, though silent, breathing love.

When thus reclining on my breast,
Those eyes threw back a glance so sweet,
As half reproach’d yet rais’d desire,
And still we near and nearer prest,
And still our glowing lips would meet,
As if in kisses to expire.

And then those pensive eyes would close,
And bid their lids each other seek,
Veiling the azure orbs below;
While their long lashes’ darken’d gloss
Seem’d stealing o’er thy brilliant cheek,
Like raven’s plumage smooth’d on snow.

I dreamt last night our love return’d,
And, sooth to say, that very dream
Was sweeter in its phantasy,
Than if for other hearts I burn’d,
For eyes that ne’er like thine could beam
In Rapture’s wild reality.

Then tell me not, remind me not,
Of hours which, though for ever gone,
Can still a pleasing dream restore,
Till Thou and I shall be forgot,
And senseless, as the mouldering stone
Which tells that we shall be no more.

- Lord George Byron

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

s t a r m | s t August 9th, 2007

Some couple of days ago, someone I spoke to shared something [rather anxiously] with me which I found very unusual and peculiar, so I went to research on it to find out if it was really something out of the ordinary or if it is a known medical condition in the medical field.

Apparently (s)he hears music / songs / voices in her head randomly or when he gets stressed up or after something happen [Like, seeing someone speak]. For example, he could be at a party where everyone’s singing the birthday song and he wouldn’t hear it at that very moment [he couldn't] but instead hear it hours later, in his head, repeating for hours or even days, which would drive him crazy, metaphorically speaking. He has bilateral acquired profound hearing loss and tinnitus.

I wasn’t being judgmental or anything but the thought of schizophrenia had crossed my mind when he shared about his experiences. However, something just didn’t fit. Plus, the psychiatrist said he “isn’t mental”. So, research.

A friend found information relating to this.

Musical hallucination / Auditory imagery. Sounds like an oxymoron if hearing impairment is taken into account [in laymen's terms: how can you hear when you have profound or off-the-chart hearing loss and cannot hear physiologically?], but it actually makes sense when one delves deeper into it.

From a webby,

.. most of the brain regions which are stimulated by music in a normal person are highly active during these hallucinations. The notable exception is the primary auditory cortex – the area responsible for early music processing – which shows very little activity. It is possible that musical hallucinations are the product of a mental malfunction where random impulses generated by the brain itself are detected by the secondary and tertiary auditory cortices, and interpreted as music. This could also explain why so many of the sufferers happen to be deaf or hearing-impaired; it is likely that the stimuli-deprived hearing centers of the brain become hypersensitive to these impulses

These music-processing regions may be continually looking for signals in the brain that they can interpret. When no sound is coming from the ears, the brain may still generate occasional, random impulses that the music-processing regions interpret as sound. They then try to match these impulses to memories of music, turning a few notes into a familiar melody.

Because they are shut off from the outside world with the acquired loss of their hearing, the world in their minds become much louder? Silence causes the minds to release melody memories? If so, why are the impulses interpreted as music and not anything auditory?

Interesting form of hallucination. They are often the only unusual experience a person will have, unlike in psychosis, where hallucinations may be part of a range of anomalous beliefs and experiences.

Unfortunately, there is no one good treatment to cure it.

Ok ok, a little heavy for a National Day holiday reading, but it is simply too fascinating to pass up on. Shucks, I should have studied to be a doctor or a psychiatrist. Or something.

Try

s t a r m | s t July 5th, 2007

“You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say. That way, you’ll never have to fear an unanticipated blow.”

The boy continued to listen to his heart as they crossed the desert. He came to understand its dodges and tricks, and to accept it as it was. He lost his fear, and forgot about his need to go back to the oasis, because, one afternoon, his heart told him that it was happy. “Even though I complain sometimes,” it said, “it’s because I’m the heart of a person, and people’s hearts are that way. People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don’t deserve them, or that they’ll be unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren’t, or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. Because, when these things happen, we suffer terribly.”

“My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,” the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.

“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.”

- Paulo Coelho

Hues

s t a r m | s t April 9th, 2007

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

- Robert Frost

Flying Without Wings

s t a r m | s t February 28th, 2007

Donate your used book and you will get a 10% discount on a full priced book to be purchased on the same day.
(Used books must be in a readable condition)

You could also choose to donate your books and Times Bookshop will match that 10%, giving a total of 20% to CCF.

Check it out at Times The Bookshop! =)

Bookaholics

s t a r m | s t January 2nd, 2007

Whenever there is a book sale, the same old people will always be there; Claud, Eve, Mango, Pawprints, Hina, Le petit prince, and me. We should form a book club or [considering the huge number of books we have, we should] build a library of our own.

The lot of us trooped down to the Books warehouse sale at Expo all on the same day, but at different timings. I was so focussed on the books [starmist goes into full-concentration-block-everything-else-out mode when selecting books] that I only half-noticed it when Le petit prince appeared out of nowhere and slapped a book into my basket. “Your sister asked me to get it for her, keep it for her okay,” he said very seriously. I took a look at the book.

-_-” He has a very dry and dire sense of humour sometimes.

New additions to my collection!

1) Big Mouth Strikes Again - Tony Parsons [I think I have all his books. Goodness.]

2) Love Stuck - Susie Gilmour [Chick lit sister likes so much.]

3) Living and Working Abroad: Havana - Mark Cramer

4) Globetrotter Queensland - Bruce Elder

5) Explorer France - Adam Ruck

6) Avoiding Prison + Other Noble Vacation Goals - Wendy Dale

7) Not So Funny When It Happened - Assorted travel writers

Seems like my current craze is travel books, though it is quite uncharacteristic of me to leave the hall with only 7 books. Sister, on the other hand, went into a frenzied mode and bought 45. freaking. books. I think she is mad.

Life’s A Joke

s t a r m | s t July 21st, 2006


Le Petit Prince: Woohoo! Time to burrow into books!

Me: WHAT the BEEEEPPPPPPPPP!! I will not be around in town!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *screams profanities*

Le Petit Prince: Don’t take it out on me, sweetie. I am not the one arranging for your overseas holiday, ha!

Me: Boo hoo hoooooooooooooooooooooooooo… Whyyyyyy *dramatic stare at the sky* Will Alvie be nice enough to buy books for me?

Le Petit Prince: Hello ashley, you will be making like 50k pounds per week after your transfer to Chelsea. Can buy up an entire Kino store.

Maybe two.

What the Lady Wants

s t a r m | s t May 28th, 2006

She is happy when surrounded by books books books.

And so she went traipsing down to Expo for the MPH sale which saw her grabbing some 30++ books and then realizing that they were too heavy for her to lug around [or pushed around in a box for that matter] and way over budget, thus she reluctantly gave up some of the more trashy romance-filled, less intellectual reads. Ahem.

Thereafter she was joined by her very tired overworked sweetie and it was shopping madness at Wisma where they raced against time to find the perfect “on sale” top; a twisted amazing race of sorts.

3 hours later and noticeably less cash in the wallets, it was home sweet home, the books in the car boot and the tops left untouched in pretty paper bags, and darkness gladly took over.

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