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[Apr. 3rd, 2005|04:06 pm]
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Pope John Paul II passed away this morning.
I'm not religious. Yet somehow when I heard the news I forgot how to breathe. I guess it's that he's such a constant in my world - sure, never at the forefront, but somehow managing to be an important element (established truth?) in my life anyway.
He was always there, and he was a good man.
But I'm not grieving. Because it's a happy-sad moment - may you rest in eternal peace my dear dear man. |
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| what colour is the sky today? |
[Mar. 31st, 2005|03:03 pm]
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i don't like being a victim. or self pitying. but i can feel, see, sense the inevitability of choking and struggling and the suffocation.
sand in my eyes. and that's the scariest of them all. i don't want to not-see. i don't want a black and white world. |
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| hello mister lollipop man |
[Mar. 8th, 2005|06:59 pm]
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i saw april story the other day. and i saw the beauty of dorkiness.
and
the
beauty of first love and rooftops and umbrellas and quite obsessions and
oh
the beauty of human life. of the world.
i want to stand under the sun, the shadows, the leaves, the verandah and let it
take
me
whole.
i want to be complete and embraced and forever with the beauty.
yes.
you complete me |
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| perhaps it's all in the leaves |
[Feb. 23rd, 2005|12:30 pm]
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i like the sound of words.
i like the feel of a foreign word, not necessarily from another languge just something -- new, rolling off my tongue. i like how it's awkward at first, and unsure, and different, and fresh. i like words that are perfectly balanced in it's simplicity and just feel right. like moments or sometimes or valentine or charming. i like words that are made up of many words - phrases maybe. like cellar door and cherry mint and snowflakes and rose champagne and honey dew, and yes, toffee apples.
i like everyday words that remind me of beauty because they are themselves beautiful. like rain and tears and ribbons and strangers and laughter and exquisite and whispers and ecstasy and shadows and stories and oceans and secrets.
i like words that are names but more. like juliet and ophelia and josephine and kublah khan.
i like the word word very much too. |
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| let's wish upon a star or a pink cadillac cloud |
[Feb. 22nd, 2005|03:32 pm]
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Today will be the last day I think, until the beginning.
I'm a nostalgic person, I don't want to let go of my extended summer, I don't want to let go of the dreaming, the dancing, the laughter, the madness, the toffee-apples, the pure laziness and the -- nothing. I feel stupid. Because all that was static, for goodness sakes, I want to be stuck in the waiting place because I can't bring myself to face the possibility.
Yeah. I'm such a coward.
And a big idiot. Because who ever said that life (because really this is life - moving on is life) doesn't have dreaming, dancing, laughter, madness, or bloody toffee-apples?
I feel much better now. I think I just had to reason it out with myself in words that I can see. |
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| into the iceage we go |
[May. 11th, 2004|06:50 pm]
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History Paper 1 and 2 tomorrow. I don't know, I just can't be bothered anymore you know? It's horrible. And I know I need to totally conquer this... insane laziness and read the bloody notes. But. I. Just. Can't. Be. Bothered.
It's awful.
Maybe after dinner, I can?
Fingers crossed. |
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[May. 10th, 2004|01:36 am]
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I just signed up for the  hd_fqf: #30 Twenty years after the war, Harry thinks back on it all, and Draco.
I have a few ideas I'm eager to try out, but I'm still rather apprehensive about the execution. We have until 31st of July, but dammit, I do hope I won't procrastinate awfully on account of the lengthy period! |
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[May. 5th, 2004|03:17 pm]
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| | Bad Love - Eric Clapton | ] |
I feel very girly today.
I want to surround myself in pink, to wear a dress and twirl under the sun, to scatter rose petals and to draw hearts all over my notebook.
The sun came out today. She wants to surrender to the world. |
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[May. 4th, 2004|07:19 pm]
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Have you ever wanted to cry but don't know why? |
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[Apr. 30th, 2004|12:21 pm]
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When I get all melancholic and down, I like to surround myself with inspiration, or at the very least, think about what inspires me. i guess this is a little like Julie Andrews' My Favourite Things except I lack the singing skills of course.
Every growing but here's some...
- Strangers smiling at one another
- Kids' art -> Blobs of paint and clashing colours.
- Rain
- Puddles
- Street art (I love chalking)
- Sound of crunching autumn leaves
- Colours
- Learning new languages… saying the first awkward word
- Smell of fresh wood
- Smell of books
- Clothes buttons
- Ribbons
'There is nothing ugly; I never saw a ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may - light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.'
- John Constable - |
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