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my dear,

Sat, 11 Oct 2008 07:23:39 GMT

Chin up. It will all be over soon.

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 07:40:38 GMT

I'm a pessimist working towards optimism.

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 14:44:10 GMT

The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.
2 Peter 3:9

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 02:15:36 GMT

Always so hopeful
Never one to make empty promises
You say what you're able to do
and you do them all

thanks for the heads up

Sat, 27 Sep 2008 16:14:35 GMT

"My daughter, if you love this man, it doesn't mean you love God less."

slow=down

Tue, 23 Sep 2008 03:13:15 GMT

Halliday once said this at a conference at the University of Sydney:

Since my own career as a language teacher began before tape recorders were invented (or at least before the record companies could no longer stop them being produced), I worked hard to train myself in storing and writing down conversation as it occurred; but there are obviously severe limits on the size of corpus you can compile like that. Of course, to accumulate enough spoken language in a form in which it could be managed in very large quantities, we needed a second great technical innovation, the computer; but in celebrating the computerised corpus we should not forget that it was the tape recorded that broke through the sound barrier (the barrier to arresting speech sound, that is) and made the enterprise of spoken language research possible. It is ironical, I think, that now that the technology of speech recording is so good that we can eavesdrop on almost any occasion and kind of spoken discourse, we have ethics committees and privacy protection agencies denying us access, or preventing us from making use of what we record.

See, we are the destruction in our own worlds. We can't stop contradicting ourselves.

(Spelling has been un-Americanised to appease my anal self.)

crashed and burnt (in a good way)

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 17:46:24 GMT

This whole honesty thing is going very well. :)

let's get out of this country

Tue, 16 Sep 2008 12:05:07 GMT

Because it is so apt:

I have exactly 29 days to fill up my application. Within these 29 days, I will have to get my A Level's certificate from my alma mater, get my German professor to write a letter of recommendation and tell my mum that I'm sure about this. I also have to assure myself that I'm sure about this.

hi, my name is...

Fri, 12 Sep 2008 16:58:45 GMT

I have been:
- picking up doodling
- experimenting with film photography
- reading novels instead of academic papers
- meeting new people

What have you been doing?

Brit boys

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 15:49:27 GMT

One word: Oh!

you're the secret i keep

Mon, 08 Sep 2008 10:25:36 GMT

"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."
Jane Austen, Emma

Sat, 06 Sep 2008 11:21:01 GMT

Photo by naddl79

I'm a mess. Your mess.

Writer's Block: Sharing Haikus

Fri, 05 Sep 2008 16:51:13 GMT

The Japanese haiku poet Basho once wrote, "Old pond / a frog jumps / the sound of water." Try writing some of your own haikus about the little things in your life. A haiku generally consists of a five-syllable line, a seven-syllable line and a second five-syllable line. You can also use any combination of ten-to-fourteen syllables.

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Humpty Dumpty says
I get to choose what I mean
with the words I say

thursday nights

Thu, 04 Sep 2008 16:09:47 GMT

Travelling one and a half hours for that two hours was very much worth it. Standing on the bridge, silence spoke louder than words.

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 14:01:22 GMT

CAMERA! MAIL! SCREAM!

I love the rain. I also love wasting time looking at random websites even though I have better things to do...like thinking about my thesis.

*BIG SMILE*

cardboard testimonies

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 11:48:51 GMT

So many lives have been changed, and so many more are being changed.

'our language'

Fri, 29 Aug 2008 11:21:56 GMT

At that moment I felt a wave of compassion come over me; at that moment I felt sorry for them and loved everything about them - the way they looked, the things they said, the way they said them...They were my kids. As my eyes travelled over them, I snapped Polaroid shots of their salient features: Selim's unsually long, fine fingers and the nervous way he had of flapping his arms like wings; Meliha's face when a smile spread across it like oil; the deep incisions between Anna's eyebrows, a brand almost; Uros's restless, half-shut eyelids and whitish eyelashes; the tic-like twist Nevena gave to her head before she raised her eyes. I was the only one without a Polaroid: the place at the table set aside for me was empty, a void.
...
Goran no longer loved me. That was why I refused to go to Japan with him. It has happened quietly, imperceptibly, for no one specific reason. Goran tried his best: he did everything he could to stimulate his heart and quicken his pulse; he didn't believe that love could simply slip away like that. But little by little the feeling he'd had for me yielded to a feeling of having been slighted. Maybe I have the same feeling; maybe it was hibernating in me. It's hard to find our own fault lines and sense the taint as it enters our veins.
...
I needed warm human flesh to put out the pain pounding in my temples as one puts out a cigarette. There was a man sitting next to me. We exchanged a few words, drank a few drinks, looked a few looks and let our bodies graze against each other: we were working towards a minor transaction of mutual aid involving the commixture of bodily fluids. The transaction was successful: I got what I needed - the consolation of self-humiliation. The pain disappeared.

Dubravka Ugresic, The Ministry of Pain [Translated from Croatian by Michael Henry Heim]

ikea boy

Sun, 24 Aug 2008 09:13:27 GMT

We'll hold hands and say "everything's going to be all right" while we watch the rest of the world blow up.

I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 05:16:45 GMT

Toriano Wilson passed away following a crash in Sunday´s Red Bull AMA U.S. Rookies Cup race, at the Virginia International Raceway.

He was only 14.

i'm listening to tokio hotel haha...um yeah

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 03:52:16 GMT

Ich will da nicht allein sein
lass uns gemeinsam
in die Nacht
Irgendwann wird es Zeit sein
lass uns gemeinsam
in die Nacht

...

Halt mich sonst treib ich
alleine in die Nacht

wedding bells a-ringing (part 2)

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 10:25:03 GMT

Today I want to talk about Christian Oth Studio. Last night, while at the familiar field watching the guys play soccer and the girls playing touch rugby, I tried to capture all I could see with my eyes through a tiny pinhole. I soon found out how impossible it was. Whatever I saw with my eyes, I tried to capture. But only one perspective eventually gets caught in the frame. And sometimes, no one else can get that perspective until they see it through your eyes.

Love is peace even when you're surrounded by death.

Only when the bride and groom make their escape from the happy crowd do they enjoy that bliss of being with each other, and no one else.

I know I'm safe when you hold me tight.

The other photographers of Christian Oth Studios are brilliant too, but I can't showcase them all. Shawn Connell has interesting perspectives:

A happy occasion is when the people around you are happy for you too.

Alison Mayfield makes me want to twirl and spin.

This photo by Meredith Davenport blew me away:

And this:

You don't get named as one of the Top Ten Best Wedding Photographers in the World for nothing.

I can't take photographs like they do, but looking at what they do is what's beautiful - seeing their perspective and cultivating joy.

deflate my self-esteem

Wed, 06 Aug 2008 05:05:40 GMT

I do not deserve the beauty of language.

too much adipose tissue

Sat, 02 Aug 2008 11:35:02 GMT

I'm swearing off biology. What a horrible two-hour paper that was. I wasn't the only one looking pissed.
---

I picked up a penny
from the ground one day
It had a face
that smiled at me
I smiled back
And then I spent it.

gray

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 09:13:27 GMT

While stalking strangers' livejournals, I just found out that my favourite Golden Girl, Estelle Getty, passed away on 22 July, 2008.

http://www.estellegetty.com/main.html

Sophia Petrillo will always live in my heart, like the grandmother I never met.

you can sit on my hands...

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 15:33:11 GMT

You're so messed up.
But so am I.

...that way you can jump and dance.