161. Indifference

Todays inspirational quote.

"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.

The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. 

The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. 

And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference"

-Elie Wiesel

I cannot agree more, I think I must have gotten it from this quote that I always say, indifference is so much worse than hating. 

Oh, and if you have not read Elie Wiesel's books. I absolutely completely definitely recommend reading it. It's very powerful and very eye opening. Go read it!

I am trying to look for a really good book to read now, any suggestions? Anyone?

I was planning on reading The Prince by Niccoló Machiavelli, but I fear it might be a bit too heavy for a Christmas read. :( It might also be a bit heavy in terms of language. And above all, I have been looking for this book for a while now, and none in Norway sells it. Pfft!

So, do you have it?

Tho, I guess I'll just Amazon it now and hope that it gets here before ... The New Year! 

028. Perfection

Right, today NSB has decided once again that it was going to throw some crazy tantrum with its passengers. And this must have been the 3rd time this week or something. I mean, what the heck? You are already ripping off people for the ridiculously expensive train tickets!

Took me a whole 2 hours before I got home, and not to mention all that confusing 'navigations'. Train delay's are one thing,worse of all, by the time you get home, your dead tired, feeling horribly sweaty and therefore uncomfortable, and there is absolutely no mood to do anything else. There goes a wasted day, one which began relatively well, thank you very much.

Oh well, it really isn't all too bad today. Aunt made super yummy Tomato Rice with some Chicken Curry and some weird vegetable thing. Yumm. Can't wait to start grilling outside!

Other than that, I won this essay competition thinggymajig over in Malaysia and therefore I am thrilled. I am hoping I win some shopping money instead of an iPod or a Macbook or a stoopid car. I need none of the above, but I could always use more shopping money. All I want is shopping money. I think family has to already start to save up for "Lisa Adventure Home". Though, to not sound like a spoilt brat, I would also try and get a job and pay for a fraction of the things myself, okay. But, regardless prize giving ceremony is on the 5th (?) June. So, I guess we have to wait till then.

What else is new?

Days ago sister offered to pay for my flights to America again :), was seriously considering it. I mean, free tickets! (not like I would have paid them myself anyways, if I wanted to go, mum also thinks its nice if I could go again to help with some things) but she refuses to buy me a Tiffany bracelet or a M.A.C make up kit or even just a new Juicy Couture bag! What eff?, unfair...

In any case, we were really looking to squeeeeeezing a quick trip to America again before she goes home, but that simply would not work. My exam schedule is packed to the max and I have to do them if I ever hope to see the end of this. Damned exams.

Today, was also my last day officially in school. It really didn't feel like anything special at all. Felt like the same old, same old. :)

*I was trying to once again fix the blog domain thing so when you type www.lisacheah.com you would actually be in www.lisacheah.com, but that is not possible for the time being. Shuckss.

**And, here is a secret confession, not so secret anymore at least. I am a closet poet. I am not at all good at it, but I don't know if I am doing this to be good... plus, I am not really even sure if poems are what I am writing and not just cryptic sentences, but heck.

You might have notice this lately. Problem with being poetic is people always assume either it's about them or that I am writing about a certain something, when truth is... it really usually is not about you or whatever your mind thinks. Though maybe it is?, but to simply put it, you don't know me. So, I would generally think you are most probably wrong.

Another thing is, if ever I write about emotions,feelings,problems,whateverrelated to a softer side, people tend to assume the worse and people tend to assume that it's about Boy and I. What makes you think you know ANYTHING? 

People say perfection is unattainable.

A build up of expectations and out of vivid imaginations,

A build up of own delirious expectations.

My. expectations.

Is perfection really,

elusive?

even if I seek it in the deepest,darkest corners.

What if I still want to believe in perfection?

What if I simply just still do?

I want to find perfection in flaws.

I want to believe in that flaw. 

What would people say?

or am I just cheating myself?

Covering up the truths for the fear of simply,

being hit by a reality check.

I hate reality.

027. Personification

Almost a year since

Yesterday, me and Johanne took our first grill out for the year. We pretty much just bought one of those 'one time grill' and set by the fountain over in Lillestrøm for a small lunch time picnic. I would more then love to do it again.

It was really nice, to be once again reunited with the warmth and heat of summertime.

Absolutely random. Fantastically fun.

Oh, how I cannot wait to go home. Familiarity and family would be nice for a change. And simply because going home would be the closest I can get to a real life PAUSE button. Pause, rethink, re-strategize, relax, replay. And then off I go once again. Once more into oblivion. Putting out everything I have, everything I have learnt into the test. Into the world my family have been trying to shelter me from. 

A world where mummy and daddy cannot come to my rescue in a fraction of a second. Can you just feel the excitement in my voice?

My ever famous almost square cow and that birdy!

As you can see I was not born to draw.

I am not the sort of person who ever prays

I am not even remotely religious

What I have, or what I have been given are usually acts from someone real.

Someone who cares, someone who matter.

Or from my own hard work, sweat and tears.

But sometimes, praying and wishing is all I have.

Praying that I am doing the right thing.

That my choices will not defeat me, rob me.

Praying that I would come out of this stronger.

Better.

But who's listening?

What should I do now?

Would you be sad, if I said I failed?

Though I tried. And I really did, I tried.

Would you?

And above all, did you?

And those I've hurt chasing this.

Would you then forgive me?

I am sorry. 

015. Pictures

Today's picture feature : Johanne 

Seems like there are more pictures of you then anybody else! Heh.

I supposing it is Johanne's camera, I would say not that surprising.

Namnam*

"Mysterious" 

Confused*

Depending on the bitchy-ness of the internet connection. Here are some pictures taken by with Johanne's very sexy camera mostly by me and by Johanne. *pats in the back*

Lisa likes this.

Johanne 

Flower in the hair

More artsy fart-sy pictures :)

Coriander by Yours Truly

Shopping with the kiddo's. As you can tell, I was the walking coat rack.

*I am really starting to like taking pictures! 'Photography' as they like calling it :)

Thought of the day.

Would you give everything up,

In a pursuit of something more?

Something unknown,

an illusion, a hope.

Knowing it's perhaps not the right thing.

But perhaps for the best.

Thoughts.

008. Back to manic Mondays.

I took that picture of Mr.Dog

I realized how much I have been blogging lately, its almost ludicrous. I really do think that its probably the blogger bug, and its effects should soon see the end of it. 

Now, I am just thinking. If I manage to do 52 blog post (which is the magic number), would that mean I succeeded in my "Project 52?" :). I suppose as always, the term "success" is totally subjective.

Here are some things that I was pondering about yesterday.

1. Comments 

Although according to the visit counter, I generate about 50-60 new readers each day. With that being said, I only receive about 2 comments to each post I make, usually none at all. 

Sounds like I am bitching about it, but not No. I am not bitching about the fact that I do not receive comments, because as Sofie once said in a comment, I tend to write to much that by the time it comes to commenting, people usually do not know what to say any longer. :P

Fair enough if you ask me, I blog hop so much but I myself rarely leave a comment. Because what do I say, "Nice day!!!!, hip hip hurra! We should all hail you" =/

Afterall, my blog tells about my daily rants. And there really is nothing to say about it. I do it for my own personal pleasure.

So, I thought I should just shrug this "agenda" aside for now. But I am starting to think that people are here just to look at the pictures I post up and rarely read what I write. That is okay for now. I did put the pictures there for a reason to begin with. :)

2. How much should one reveal on blogs

I have always pondered a little bit on this one, blogs to me are a little bit of a private space where I write and allow readers (most of whom I do not even know about), into my little world. And of course, people being people. They talk.

Sometimes I edit, re-edit, and re-re-edit blogs and consider for a while before I click the "publish post" button. I wonder if what I am saying now could and perhaps will be used against me later in life. Usually there are many post that never made it out to public anyways. 

But then to counter that, I then also occasionally wonder, why am I not wanting to just say it aloud? What is it that could be so important that I am worried could be used against me. Why write then if you might ask. I ponder about this point for a while now, so here is an except of my once "Private" blog post on my former blog, written in mid 2008 :), I cant remember why I wrote this. Nostalgia... :P

" I sat wondering today, while being late to school, 

Why am I not writing to public?

Why am I hiding all this thoughts I have.

Who am I running from anyways?

Answer is clear. Really.

Fear.

Fear this information might one day be used to get back at me.

Why open up to the world that much right.

They dont really care about you anyways. People are just looking for things to talk ABOUT you anyways.

Not with you.

Why then blog at all you ask?

Well, I cant bottle that much up.

There is a volume and measurement in my head I can take, and it is really starting to fill up.

And, if you think this is remotely even close to whats in my head.

Then, your certainly wrong.

And, I believe that I am much better at expressing myself in words anyways.

Written ones. Not verbal ones.

This is my blog.

My words.

And my thoughts.

Its none of your concern what I do with it.

Or what it is capable of.

And, if I do tell you, its then a privilege

And I choose to tell you"

*Goodness, must be when I was going through the mood swing period, so emo. Mood swing = part of puberty = part of growing up. :P

That pretty much sums it I think. Plus I don´t think you guys want to see the more super emo-sensitive side of me anyways. :) There are so much bigger problems in this world to be bothering about small things. Plus somethings I like holding it dear to just me. And me only. Everyone needs a little bit of privacy too right.

Above that, lets face it. I do have the tendencies to tell a bit, at least sometimes I think so.

*Random note : Incase you do not know, I am sort of a closet poet. I do not write very well, but I do occasionally write poems, and my private posts as I have came to notice are usually poems showing my "softer side"

3. Length of each blog posts

Curious question : Do people really want to read all this rants?, should I keep my posts as short as I could without compromising content?, should I insert less pictures?

This is a baffling question that I have always pondered upon. I have a tendency to write to much, unknowingly if you must. Then by the time I do some corrections I realized, "Oh my! That was such a long post" =__=

A little bit like this one if you must. So, I should shut up now.

Ill rant more sometime. :)

Such a retarded picture of me... :(