Mom's down with Pneumonia

>.<.

Am worried sick, and am at home now to keep an eye on her and make sure she gets rest. She gots the horrid infection in her lungs and now is on some POWERFUL antibiotics. She was coughing blood out and finally (after practically forcing her) she went to get a chest x-ray. Haih~

......but she seems much better now (with the right meds kicking in) and should be fine soon enough. I hope.



Sony Ericsson K770i Cybershot phone

Is a sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet phone.

I 'heart' it.

3.2megapixels of Cybershot built in, some decent sound capabilities and a beautiful silver/champagne colour. I 'heart'. I do not regret.

The more I look at it the more I 'heart' it.

Wheeee.

Having some probs getting my MMS set up, but nvm. I shall re-set them.

Have been snap-happy for the past few two days. Ehe. So you guys can expect to see more photos here, not just words. Lol. All other functions are fine, but be warned that this IS a camera-orientated phone, so expect decent sound and decent 'etc's. Camera is sweet enuff tho.

Nice and clear on 3mp. VGA also clear edy. I 'heart'! (My Mom bought it for me. I 'heart'x10000 Mommy)

XP


Die, LRT, Die!

I shall never write nice things about you guys again. Rawr! Today the LRT
systems shutdown big time. Here are the scenes from today.




Inside the station, at the tickets counter



People telling other people that the trains are down.




Inside station



At the train platform. (The chicken arm (bottom left) is the security guard's arms XP.)


Hell, I was stuck from 8am to 10 am. Seriously. I was patient but at last, when I realised it was pointless and that I would miss Ms. PyL's class anyway I went to take bus home. Char Siew and Jaga's classes are SO not worth battling MAD crowds for.

No bus! All buses went to KLCC or Ampang Park already, to get those who work there to their destinations. Including the bus I take home.

I hate public transport.


(all pics taken on VGA only.)




3mp-Wonderful!


Sample pics from my snap-happy days. Taken on 3mp










(Its small coz I put the image size small. On my comp its quite big and clear :))

When we walk in the rain

Cold drops, like snow –or at least what she imagines snow would feel like –drops on her cheeks, her eyes, and on the pinkish membrane of her parted lips. Wet drops, like crystal tears from the God we believe resides in the sky; a faint smell of wet wood, wet leaves, wet grass, wet soil.

She took deep breaths in the rain which pitter-ed and patter-ed upon her black hair, which ran down the sides of her face in thin, thin rivulets of chilling moisture. She drew in the cool, sweet air and tried to catch droplets of the rain in her hands and in her mouth, just to know what rain would taste and feel like.

When we walk in the rain, she wondered, why do we worry if we would catch chills? We really should worry if we’re losing our minds instead.

Music in her ears; a melancholic number, a nostalgic number made for rainy days and staring out of windows in contemplative gaze. The little towel she draped over her head in an attempt to mimic an umbrella. Her face is laughing as her feet dance across the tar road in a clumsy tribute to the rain; feet shod in jogging shoes one size too small and soles worn out.

A journey she took alone, and in her solitary walk she knew many things would wait for her when she arrives home. A meal, a warm bath, a nagging mom demanding that she washed her hair or risk falling incurably ill.

A life.

She arrived at the peach-yellow gates of her home and smiled. How good it is to walk in the rain, she thought. I should do this again.

And then she sneezed. And sneezed. And sneezed again.

Oh, garnit kniddershins.









~A long overdue short story about the time I walked in the rain all by myself and enjoyed every minute of it. ~

The Dark Knight Falleth

Before I proceed to review the movie which has been catapulting me into frenzies of delight and anticipation for the past, oh, I dunno, 2 months, let me first state:

1) I have spoiled myself multiple times with reviews by almost every Yahoo! Movies and Rotten Tomatoes reviewer out there.

2) I have been in a frenzy of anticipation, and hence I anticipated a GREAT movie, a movie of epic proportions.

3) I have heard nothing short of glowing, raving, almost gushy reviews of the movie, and hence further spoiled myself.

Now that that is done, let me say my verdict is:

I am disappointed, somewhat.

(please also keep in mind statement number 1 and 3)

Yes, I am.

Disappointed. Not disappointed like I was disappointed with Shrek 3, oh no, but disappointed that I felt nothing but numbness throughout the movie.

After the movie had passed the 1 and a half hour mark, I started feeling my brains numbed from sheer too-much-ness.

Allow me to elaborate, and state:

4) The Dark Knight was in no way a bad movie, no, far from it. It was, by any measure, a friggin' good movie, but it wasn't GREAT. It wasn't life-long remembrance worthy.

The story begins easily enough; Batman, aka Bruce Wayne (delicious, delicious Christian Bale), caped and masked crusader of justice in Gotham, has been able to put away a nice number of criminals, with the help of one Detective Gordon and the new District Attorney, Harvey Dent (Aaron Eckhart).

But Batman has still got some problems piled up: imitators, impostors and a whole truckload of cash by the Mob, floating somewhere, dirty, drug money just waiting for Batman to swoop in and dispose of.

Fastforward a bit (timeline is sketchy in this movie) and suddenly this new, nasty, scarred villain called The Joker has been creating a nice ruckus. Batman see, Batman pissed, Batman cannot, unfortunately, defeat because hey, the Joker is a madman.

Throw in bombs, explosions, gunfire, and all manner of things blown up every five seconds and some really, really nifty action and you pretty much have it.

The plot, really, is too MUCH too explain here. Too much going on in 2 and a half hours.

I liked the movie. I didn't say I hated it. I also am not saying it was bad. Or mediocre. It was, in fact, bleeding good.

But.

BUT.

What with all the hype, I'd come to expect something epic. All I felt was numbness.

First of all, the acting.

Some really good bits by Freeman and Bale, but the highlight is still Heath Ledger in his Joker role. While I admit it was superb, yes, no doubt, I shall also say that I had seen better. From actors such as Daniel Day Lewis (In Thy Name of the Father), Will Smith (Pursuit of Happyness), Sean Penn (I am Sam), Johnny Depp (Sweeney Todd, Pirates). He's not quite UP THERE yet. XP

I actually thought Heath had actually done a fantastic job, but Oscar-worthy? Not so sure. Oscar-nomination worthy, but not Oscar-winning. And certainly not up to the major, MAJOR hype surrounding his role.

Next, the plot.

All I can say is: If you like explosions, then this is THE movie for you. 2 1/2 hours of loud explosions, gunfire and bombs. Every few seconds...


KA-BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!

Then

KA-BLOOOEY!

Ah well. It was too much all at once, and man, my neck was sore when I was done. Good seats though.

My final verdict is simple.

This is a movie that, with all the hype, is still pretty darn good. Lots of cool gizmos, cool motor-powered stuff (can't call 'em cars) lots of good acting and darker than you think.

However, there is that too-much storyline, there is the overloading of action, and the lack of development of any of the characters. It felt like IF it were a 5 hour movie maybe it could have been stronger plot-wise.

In the end, I say maybe a B+. (Gasp) I know, lower than Hellboy. But Hellboys' got something Dark Knight doesn't. Cool monsters. XP. And it was superbly entertaining. And besides, I expected not too much from Hellboy because the reviews were not practically IDOLISING the movie.

Dark Knight did not fall short from the hype, but neither did it fully live up to it.

Ah... how we expect so much only to have it fail us, time and time again. Such is life.


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Failing. I have seen that.

Failure. I've been there.

Somehow failure is so infinitely chaotic in its immensity, and how it can be done in so many different ways. There just isn't really a limit to how much you can fail or be a failure.

And most of the time, I stay defeated. Stumped. What can I do? Nothing. Nothing because the failure to say the things I want to say is a problem I do not see solved in the near future. Failure to take courage to speak for me.

Resignation+defeat = failure

Perhaps I should just crawl into a hole somewhere, and close my eyes. Maybe this will all go away.

Or I could try, and realise it will fail, and end up splattered on a road somewhere.

How nice. How very, very nice.

The Dark Knight and The Dark Night

I think I have reached levels of frenzy that I've never reached before for a movie.

I love movies.

(Yes, and my mom's a woman, shall we move on?)

Stating the obvious aside, I am a movie-buff of rather impressive proportions, and I enjoy (good) movies the way an alcoholic enjoys his 235th bottle of vodka: I am intoxicated by the acting, the plot, the images of fictional (and sometimes non-fictional) stories played out by people I will probably never see off-screen in my entire life.

I am serious about going to cinemas, I am fussy about movie buddies and there is nothing quite like a good chew on the movie afterward. Unless of course, the movie was good but *shrug* then oh well.

A great movie, now, THAT is one I have been waiting for some time.

I have seen movies that were really really good, but I want THAT movie.

THAT one great movie. The one that will move me, shake me, and make me remember every scene although years afterward.

I have seen a few in my lifetime; movies that seriously hit me hard. Shawshank Redemption. Then came those that were just plain epic. LOTR. Then the ones that made me sigh and smile. Bridget Jones's Diary.

So many more, and too many to list.

I haven't seen a GREAT movie lately, and I have hopes for The Dark Knight so high, if it is microscopically less than what I am expecting, I shall seriously kill someone.

I want to watch an epic, fantastic movie again.

Call me crazy, but there is nothing quite like the way an excellent movie makes you feel its aftershocks for years later. No words to describe the way a truly great film makes me feel.

I am crazy, aren't I? But seriously, I am so looking forward to the Dark Knight it isn't even real.

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My nights are darker than usual lately.

Is it because I toss and turn and think of how much work I have and how little I want to do it?

Or is it because my mind is occupied with things not meant to be, and never shall be realized?

Perhaps it is just that my thoughts tend to veer towards paranoia, when my lights are off and the silence is barely broken by the hum of my fan and the slight murmur from my laptop. Paranoia of such extreme forms I shudder to think what would happen if one day they take over my mind and drive me stark raving mad.

Exhaustion with the way that I take hours just to fall alseep.

The nights are getting darker. I sleep less well, and although Ms. PL would say 'can we sleep at night' if we're guilty about something, then perhaps I AM guilty of something.

Guilty of overthinking. Guilty of being paranoid, and worrying about nothing, and longing for something: I don't know what it is, but I want it. I want something. I need this something.

Yes, dark nights. Perhaps if I just think less. Or don't think at all. It seems to work for some people. It doesnt work for me, though.

I think. And I think and I think of things just so ridiculous that if you heard my thoughts you'd smack me.


I need to get to work.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I gots the sickness.

I pride myself on being really healthy. I do. I rarely get sick (except for a few times here and there, very rarely and usually very mild/nothing serious) and I somehow am miraculously immune to my sister and her penchant for bringing home diseases of all exotic kinds.

I've always mantained that I've caught every strain of viral cough, cold or fever out there while I was at National Service (I was more sick in the three months there than I've ever been in my entire life) and hence I am immune to at least most types of viruses out there.

I even caught measles of a new strain and survived nicely, without infecting anyone else. When I get fever also I take a few panadol, sleep and am fine.

Then Wednesday happened. It started with a headache, a nasty one no doubt, that was a throbbing at the sides of my head. Then it moved to a nasty sharp pain at the front of my head.

(V proposed that my brain was overloaded with trying to think AND stay sane after the movie and the car ride with Bra-man and couldn't take it and hence decided to rebel. I liked the thoery, but I thought the headache was caused by lack of uninterrupted sleep and a certain monthly nuisance at first.)

It continued all through the night, so I gulped down 4 Panadol (its actually my sis's prescription Paracetamol (500mg) but for convenience sake I shall use Panadol) and went to bed. Yes, it was a nasty headache indeed.

Slept like the dead, woke up late, and decided to go for Ms. PyL's and Ms. PL's class and not Money's.

Still had a slight throbbing in my head, and my head felt heavy, but generally fine enough to board the train and get my arse to class. Did not really have a fever or whatever. I mean, when I get a fever my body feels really cold, you know?

So then I stood in the crowded train, squashed, smashed and altogether uncomfortable.

Then I realized something aint' quite right with my head. So I took a cab instead of a bus.

Then when I got to uni, the headache returned with a vengeance and decided 'hey, lets mess up this whale and give her a bad time'.

(I think it also did a few somersaults for good measure)

Then started feeling really, really, really cold. (Though the air conditioning may be to blame here.)

Then got really woozy, and my head weighed a tonne. Then had J and K scolding me to go home, but I stubbornly refused (HELLO?? I spent 7 bucks to get here! I will damn well attend class!) and wanted to stick it through.

I insisted I was fine. (I honestly think if not for the fact I am so big those two would have forcibly and bodily dumped me into a bus/cab and packed me off home.)

But I was okay la, honestly..........................

I mean, I didnt' collapse, right??? I was just.... off-colour.

*please leave me my pride, thanks very much*

Then MZ fetched me home after I decided that damn, I am gonna puke soon so I'd better go home.

Thanks MZ. Really, really. Lunch is on me.

And thanks also to J, Bra and K, and KK (who followed in the car) and everyone for all you guy's concern.

I promise I wont' try something stupid like going to class while I am not feeling well and causing you guys trouble again.

Don't really know what caused my head to go all messed up like that, but I propose:

1) Cumulative effects of my past few weeks of interrupted sleep (kept getting up at odd hours, had some diffculties falling alseep too, staying up too late.)

2) My emo-tripping+sleep deprivation+not really getting enough exercise+no peace of mind

3) Bra-man's traumatising remarks. Hahahahaha. No la. He actually sort of did make me feel better with his insane jokes.

So when I got home I slept. Slept and slept and slept. Woke up feeling really, really, really lethargic, but definitely infinitely better.


:)

Alls well that ends well, ya'll.

RAWR, I am back!

A Tale of A Hellboy, A Mouse of Flashing Lights and One Car Full of Crazy People

Hellboy II: The Golden Army of Regenerating Mechanical Scaries with Red Mist-like Souls
which are Indestructible.

A great movie from start to finish; a highly entertaining ride of humour, violence, and one cool, pale, pasty elf with a bad eye job (didn't anyone notice the scars under his eyes?).

While it was neither thought-provoking or emotionally stirring, it was extremely entertaining. It jam-packed as many nuggets of humour, action and nasty monsters as possible into 2 hours of wild, rolicking good, clean (well, after the Tooth Fairy were done, it weren't clean at all) fun fun fun.

As good as Ironman? Nope. I liked Ironman much better because

1) Robert Downey Jr.

2) Robert Downey Jr. without his shirt

3) Robert Downey Jr. without his shirt and pants (nah, just joking)

Ahem.

Besides, Ironman was stronger, plot-wise. While Hellboy2 was great (the monsters and effects were SUPERB) it lacked a strong plot; yes, kicking ass is great, but what else? The plot allowed for more character development but seemed disjointed from the first, for some reason.

The bits I liked best were the bits about the Elemental and the final showdown. And Hellboy's in-your-face attitude.

So...

Humour: 9/10

Plot: 6/10

Special mumbo-jumbo: 10/10


RM 18 for a Mouse with Flashing Lights

See, while I like Bra-man's RM109 gaming Logitech mouse, I can't use it forever. Having held on to it for soooo long (sorry Bra!) I finally got my ass to buying one of my own.

So I wanted to go to Times Square or wherever to get one, but I ended up at Desa Setapak instead. Anyways, I headed off to buy one, and went to a shop I trust (bought quite a few stuff from them b4, no probs so far) and looked around for a mouse to match the prowess of Bra's mouse but at a fraction of the price (say RM 20).





I am joking.

I aint' THAT mad yet. XD

I was looking for a mouse, a simple mouse with the lowest price tag there.

Found two: Cliptech something (black and silver but ugly sort of black and silver) and e-view something (pink and white, lime green and white, rather pretty). Both RM18.

So I decided on the e-view something. And bought it happily. What I didnt' know was that Mr Mouse had a penchant for disco lights.

It has, I quote from the back of the packaging,

'Colourful LED lights avalaible.'

Literally. It flashes green, blue, pink, yellow and red alternately.

All I can say is

-_-'

I gots a LaLa Mouse.


-____________-'



Oh well. At least I can spend hours watching it blink. And flash.


One Perodua Kenari Full of Crazy People

(Kenari right? Yes. K's Kenari.)

Today's movie trip may be the most traumatising of my life.

Memorable quotes:

Bra: Oh my J, your hair is so smooth!

J: No, say it in Japanese.... *something* J-san.....

*pause*

J: Whats hair again ah???

*laughter*

Best Quote ever!

Bra: Like I said, I am both muscle and fat! And the muscle ain't on top!


Classic. Along with:

Me: All hands and feet on deck??

Bra: I think I left my pe**s behind in the toilet.

I think, my sanity flew out the window, quite literally.



But nonetheless, a great day with a great movie and some crazy, crazy friends.



Brag moment:


I GOTS A FULL TEN OF TEN IDEAS FOR MR LSJ's IDEA GENERATION. MUAHAHAHA. TAKE THAT. AND THAT. AND, ERM, THAT.

Boundin'

My favourite Pixar short of all time. For some reason. I absolutely love the rhyme, the song and that cute lil' lamb. And the lesson in the end. :)

Of Spring, Nay, Monsoon, Cleaning and Sheer Laziness

Today I embarked upon 5 hours of unpaid labour (which, by common definition, means slave labour)

What I had initially thought would a nice lazy day with a good ol' sleep-in turned out to be (I quote J)....

'Monsoon Cleaning' day.

It began with a half-asleep registering of my Mom's instructions (its part of her battle-strategy: to bombard with instructions when eyes are bleary and brains 3/4 asleep) of:

"Take the curtains down to wash and clean the...."

.......after which I had promptly fallen asleep again, thus missing Part Deux of Instructiones Des Mommies.

And hence I promptly and obediently (after a breakkie of bread, again) took down the curtains.

And, convinced in my head that Momsy-dearest would NEVER just leave ONE instruction...

(never am I so lucky)

I proceeded to complete other chores designated for Sunday: change bedsheets, clean out carpets, mop floors, sweep floors...the list goes on. Short of buying a new house.

I spent a nice 2 and a half hours bopping to Mika and mopping and sheet-changing... but....

Turns out that Momsy-dearest DID only leave ONE instruction about curtains (which really, weren't at all dirty)....

.............................and I actually sendiri cari kerja/pasal.

The slave labour turned out to be.....

voluntary slave labour.

IS there even such a thing????

Somehow I can sense generations of anti-slavery activists turning in their graves.

In fact, I was simply too tired (and lazy, ha ha ha ha) to wake up this morning, thanks to a late night the night before...I was writing sad stories and listening to sad songs, for the heck of it, not because I emo again. XP

... and so I snoozed a little overtime, woke up at 6.24am sharp, battled with my conscience for approximately 15 seconds and decided to go back to sleep.

Best decision I ever made, for Mr. Money was appearantly pissed to the MAX.

And I sleep more often than not in VW's classes anyways, so point lost for me to waste RM 4.80 + RM 4 (taxi, coz' will be late if I take the bus) to get to class.

Ah well.

On another note, I am dying to watch Hellboy II. There has been nothing short of rave reviews for it, and DANG it looks ULTRA UBER COOL.

I WANNA WATCH.

This, and the Dark Knight.

DYING TO WATCH HELL BOY II.

DYING.

Like, NEXT WEDNESDAY KIND OF DYING.

TIMES SQUARE, NEXT WEDNESDAY, AFTER CLASS kind of dying.

I refuse to watch a 'hot' movie alone and get squashed up next to strangers with bad movie etiquette! I mean, older movies I don't mind going alone coz' the cinema is usually quite empty by then and so chances are I won't get squashed but HELLBOY II will be (pun warning) HELL.

I mean, so many people have BAD movie manners: chewing loudly, hands, legs and feet on MY space, invasion of space, laughing and talking loudly during the movie, chair kicking... body odour... *sob sob*

It's so hard to find good movie buddies, you know. Really. I only know of a few. One or two.

Malaysians are generally horrible movie-goers. No manners. The Cina-apek type are the worst. If I go alone for a movie which has been running for some time I usually get great seats and with nobody next to me, so I like going alone.

But 'hot' movies like Hellboy II....betcha there'll be some chair-kicking, popcorn-chewing, loud-talking, inconsiderate Cina Apek who will ruin my movie. And I will be defenseless and all alone.

ALONE.

Sigh. Some more I cannot watch like, later a bit coz' then my money will run out. Sigh. It HAS to be NEXT WEDNESDAY, TIMES SQUARE, AFTER CLASS.

Ah well. Unless I find someone to go with me..........

*puppy eyes*

(Gulit trip! guilt trip! guilt trip! guilt trip! -thanks for the ideas, V-dearie XP)

Where is everybody?

No really.

Where IS everybody?

There has been a strange and inexplicable absence among my friends lately, in terms of blogs, that is.

K's Retarded Journey has not seen an update since exactly 30 days ago, and V's Intricate Swirls has not seen anything since June 17th.

T-T

...........but the prize goes to MZ...

whose last post was in May.

Heh, but they have lives, unlike me...

coz I seem to be updating a lot.

...............oh god.

I NEED A LIFE.

A Kung Fu Panda, A Thai-Style Overpriced Meal and a Half-Dozen Donuts with RM4 Tickets

A Kung Fu Panda

Tai Lung: You.. can't... defeat me.. You're just a big, fat panda!

Po: I am not a big, fat panda, I am THE big fat panda!

Having trouped off to GSC on Friday with my sis (towing along RM75 worth of vouchers for Coca Restaurant, which, I will explain later, is not enough for a decent dinner), I had expected good things about Kung Fu Panda because it came to highly reccomended by pals K and J.

It turned out to be a highly-entertaining, riotuously funny, wildly amusing and all-round great movie that once again, Dreamworks has churned to delight the likes of us.

After the disappointment that was Shrek 3 (and horror! Shrek 4 is in the works) Dreamworks has come out with a winner that may hopefully take away my memories of the disastrous Shrek 3.

I mean, having loved 1 and 2, 3 was a slap in my face.

But I digress.

Back to Kung Fu Panda.... it was hilarious from the beginning to the end, with multiple 'cha tou' moments. It had kung fu action, talking animals, cool animation and some nifty soundtrack. It boasted a stellar cast of voices (including the guy from The Green Mile! Lol. He was the prison guard rhino dude) and had a plot that was good, even though it didnt allow for much character development. But ah well, I ain't complaning coz it was

RM 4 per ticket. I love 2-for-1.

And it had some impressive scriptwriting (dialogue-wise) too. My verdict? A-minus. Definitely worth a watch, and definitely worth watching in groups of people or with a younger sibling.

A Thai-Style Meal

Well, to be honest, I have never actually eaten Thai food (I am adverse to all things spicy, though lately I find myself being rather daring.... preparing for Spicy Pan Mee perhaps?) so I shall say it be a Thai-style meal.

And since my sister loves taking pics of food (she was snapping away at my food when we went Chili's) she insisted on pics so here they are:

Our drinks, starfruit and apple juice RM 12.90 a

pop

My Thai-style Seafood Fired Rice. RM 12.90 a pop

My sis's Thai Vermicelli Muay Thau Kam Lam

Something funky RM 16.90

and two appetisers: Spring Rolls (RM11.90) and Fried Dumplings (RM11.90)

Total bill: RM 94.12. So with the vouchers its RM 20 for the two of us.

However, the helpings were only moderate and it was, quite honestly, an overpriced meal. My sis's noodles were good, very good, very very very spicy and sour and had nice prawns in it. Still, it remains my firm opinion that this restaurant is overpriced (though the food is pretty good) and anyway, its more popular for its steamboat. Still, not my thing, will probably never go there again, and for desserts....

Half-A Dozen Big Apple Donuts.

Love 'em. Love 'em.

But anyways, it was a great outing because its been a while since I went with my sis for an outing.

It is perhaps just me being a masochist but I feel that sometimes, between sisters, all can be forgiven because in the end of the day, family is number one.

I guess most people would never understand how I can put up with the endless headaches my sister gives me. Or the endless heartaches.

Soft-hearted? Perhaps. I find myself unable to stay angry at anyone for long. There are exceptions, mind, but generally I find myself to be too much of a pushover.

Sigh.

But all the same, I think in the end of the day, my belief in the compromise will see me through!

Goodnight, all!

BLOG RENOVATION

Sorry Vic!

The dude who MZ got the wallpaper from is SUPER pissy about copyright. Ah well.

Back to boringness.

Its is a long and winding road,

with little up ahead,

with many many turns and twists,

and still yet more to come.

I walk and walk and yet I find,

many more just like this one.

Curving, wicked, and treacherous

and worn-out soles abound.

It is a long and winding road,

with light (sometimes) ahead,

I walk and walk and yet I find,

(that sometimes, just sometimes)

even worn-out souls rebound.