miss match

the lack of posts for this year has been widely attributed to my self-diagnosed attention deficit disorder. i've always had that. and probably always will.

but me not blogging is not from the lack of trying i assure you. unfortunately the brain is most creative and active when i'm lying wide awake trying, TRYING to get some zzzs. that's when i come up with the most creative essays, the most interesting issues and the most beautiful poems. too bad it'll never see the light of day for once i wake up the next morning everything is just gone. bye, bye, bye.

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in 40 days (according to m11's group account, cause i dont bother counting. not this early anyway), i'll be sitting for my professional exam (the name makes it sound so daunting, no?). it's a hot topic these days. people are dusting off their cobwebbed files, figuring out their gibberish handwriting on little, little notes they once treasured, wikipedia-ing (or as prof rashid likes to say, wrongdiagnosis-ing) all kinds of pathologies. one of these days, their servers are gonna crash, i tell ya.

haih, i wish i wasn't this nonchalant about our pros. it's like spm all over again. the need to study has never been so great, but for me, having peanut crack me up takes precedence. maybe i should learn something from it/he/she and down some nyquil and redbull.
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managed to catch 15 minutes of oprah just now. they showed the 99 ballons video and celine and her went all teary eyed much like this cingga here. later after the break, and some much needed freshening of their make-ups, they had matt and ginny on via skype (what is with oprah nowadays? she seems to be skype-ing everything). these two people are amazing. their perspective on life and their story is just, as oprah puts it, "an inspiration to everyone here and around the globe".

i loved it when matt says (in the video), "just so you know, your mum is my hero". c'mon everyone, let's have a collective awwwwwwwwww.

seriously though, i loved that these two people celebrated their son's short life everyday, with photos, videos, cakes and celebrations. ginny went on to say that there would be time for her to be sad later, so she chose to be happy and make the most of it with her son. beautiful, really.


instead of ending this post with an excerpt from a song, like i always do, let's have something different.

"His is a story we cannot explain; so we just tell it.
His short life screamed out truth; and we are left to echo in whispers"
matt mooney