There are good album covers, and there are bad album covers. But the ones that I’m going to show you soon, are worth a special mention of their own. Here’s one:
If you think this is bad, check out the rest here … LOL!
There are good album covers, and there are bad album covers. But the ones that I’m going to show you soon, are worth a special mention of their own. Here’s one:
If you think this is bad, check out the rest here … LOL!
It has been quite a while since I last bought a book – it was definitely time to stock up on some good reads! So we went to the MPH Warehouse Sale over the weekend and came out with these in the bag:
These cost me RM 63 – not exactly the warehouse prices I expected π
I plonked them in the corner of my coffee table when I got home, and watched Angela’s Ashes before I went to bed. It’s probably the saddest movie I’ve watched to date, and also one of the most inspiring. So much so that I just HAD to go and get all three of Frank McCourt’s books. I’ve actually read Angela’s Ashes a couple of years back and thought it was fantastic but I didn’t know they had a movie made out of it. Both are equally good.
So the next morning we found ourselves browsing MPH again – 1U’s outlet this time around – after a pimple-inducing breakfast at Kanna Curry House (yes, I am THAT hooked – I don’t think I can find any other place that makes sotong goreng as deliciously as they do).
Of course, I was sidelined by a trip to C&K before going to the book store, and found myself humming and hawing over whether to spend my precious RM 100 on three books or a pair of tan mary jane platforms π I bought the books in the end π
So there you have it – six books in just over two days! Now if only I could find the time to start on them. I’m pretty sure I’ll go through Frank McCourt’s books first – am definitely reading Angela’s Ashes again π
It was raining heavily yesterday night.
Somehow, every time it rains just before bedtime and early in theΒ morning, a warm fuzzy feeling just envelopes me. Of course, it helps that I’m all snuggled up in bed with my comforter and pillows all around π
… now, if only I had that one person beside me, the whole snuggled-up-in-bed-on-a-rainy-night scene would be just complete ^_^
It’s Sunday morning, am not going out till later so I thought I’d listen to Adele’s latest album. It’s been sitting in the pc for quite awhile already. Love her voice, love her songs … but most of them are so emo. So it made me emo too π¦
So this is how the story went
I met someone by accident
who blew me away
who blew me away
It was in the darkest of my days
When you took my sorrow and you took my pain
And buried them away, you buried them away
And I wish I could lay down beside you
When the day is done
And wake up to your face against the morning sun
But like everything I’ve ever known
you’ll disappear one day
So I’ll spend my whole life hiding my heart away
I dropped you off at the train station
And put a kiss on top of your head
I watched you wave
I watched you wave
Then I went on home to my skyscrapers
Neon lights and waiting papers
That I call home
I call that home
I wish I could lay down beside you
When the day is done
And wake up to your face against the morning sun
But like everything I’ve ever known
You’ll disappear one day
So I’ll spend my whole life hiding my heart away
away
I woke up feeling heavy hearted
I’m going back to where I started
The morning rain
The morning rain
And though I wish that you were here
On that same old road that brought me here
Is calling me home
Is calling me home
I wish I could lay down beside you
When the day is done
And wake up to your face against the morning sun
But like everything I’ve ever known
You’ll disappear someday
So I’ll spend my whole life hiding my heart away
I can’t spend my whole life hiding my heart
away.
There’s one sad truth in life I’ve found
While journeying east and west –
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox