♥ rampant cucumbers+solidified clouds

2010-06-07T08:58:00.001-07:00

oh, keats ):

dear, sad, persistent keats.

2010-06-06T20:54:00.000-07:00

Child

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new

Whose names you meditate ---
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little

Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical

Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.

--Sylvia Plath

2010-06-06T01:50:00.001-07:00

April 18

the slime of all my yesterdays
rots in the hollow of my skull

and if my stomach would contract
because of some explicable phenomenon
such as pregnancy or constipation

I would not remember you

or that because of sleep
infrequent as a moon of greencheese
that because of food
nourishing as violet leaves
that because of these

and in a few fatal yards of grass
in a few spaces of sky and treetops

a future was lost yesterday
as easily and irretrievably
as a tennis ball at twilight

—Sylvia Plath

2010-06-06T01:35:00.000-07:00

tumblr's really beautiful, but for some reason I feel a strange, irrational kinship with blogger.

so I shall be carousing in between both, and hopefully establish a form of equilibrium.

yayyy.

tumblr's mostly for pictures, actually.

2010-06-06T01:31:00.000-07:00

okay.

blogger shall be text, and tumblr pictures.

my gosh, I vaguely miss blogger.

OKAY I SHALL USE THIS.

sometimes.

gah.

2010-06-06T01:07:00.000-07:00

hey peeps!
I kind of gave up on blogger, what with the clunky templates and all.

I MOVED ON TO TUMBLR! :D

yes I'm thoroughly aware of the fact that everyone seems to be moving to tumblr, but it really is that much easier to use!

THOUGH I MAY STILL COME BACK HERE ONCE IN A WHILE WHEEEE.

AWESOME.

see you at...

http://startlingthenow.tumblr.com

CIAO.

2010-06-06T00:51:00.001-07:00

2010-06-05T09:40:00.001-07:00

for laughter, encouragement and love.

2010-06-05T09:33:00.001-07:00

2010-06-05T09:32:00.001-07:00

“Say, Pooh, why aren’t you busy,” I said.
“Because it’s a nice day,” said Pooh.
“Yes, but ——”
“Why ruin it?” he said.
“But you could be doing something Important,” I said.
“I am,” said Pooh.
“Oh? Doing what?”
“Listening,” he said.
“Listening to what?”
“To the birds. And that squirrel over there.”
“What are they saying?” I asked.
“That it’s a nice day,” said Pooh.
“But you know that already,” I said.
“Yes, but it’s always good to hear that somebody else thinks so, too,” he replied.

2010-06-05T08:32:00.000-07:00

If I could tell you

Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.

W.H. Auden

2010-06-05T08:04:00.000-07:00

I'm tapping on God's strength to get me through this stuff!

We have some beautifully long holiday, and then we have review tests.

does this mean that after the RTs we can make up for the holidays then?

WHY OF COURSE NOT!

tskkkk.

2010-06-04T07:58:00.000-07:00

"Yours, O Lord, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the majesty and the splendor, for everything in heaven and earth is yours. Yours, O Lord, is the kingdom; you are exalted as head over all."

— 1 Chronicles 29:11 (NIV)

LET US NEVER FORGET WHO'S BOSS! :D

God's in control! :D

2010-06-01T04:43:00.000-07:00

"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."

Sylvia Plath

2010-06-01T01:42:00.000-07:00

OFF TO NORTHLIGHT TOMORROW!

2010-05-31T20:12:00.000-07:00

once again surveying my blogskin and finding it extremely awesome, bwahahahah.

for some reason, at the moment I'm engaging in belated mourning over loss of CAP, if only for the teeshirt and the good company.

gee, I'm narrow.

or perhaps I just value good company much more than I thought I did.

on a completely unrelated note, I'm rushing through this post because I have a geog assignment due in under an hour, dear me, and this is an extended deadline submission, but okay fine whatever, this is just me, I'm completely hopeless when it comes to punctuality and being prepared in general.

I think this skin makes randomness look entirely accomplished and I can't deny liking that, oh look I'm trying to be superior again~

skins!

the way cyberspace is, it's almost like your blog is a cicada and can shed skin, oh well.

I've completely dismissed the notion of punctuation, tada.

and this is the results.

Listening to: The Fear by Lily Allen.

something about her english accent and her effortless, nonchalant way of singing gets to me a lot, and I somehow wish I could use it, too bad I ain't british yo.

I WISH DEBATE TRAININGS KILLED ME.

I miss intensity.

2010-05-31T10:45:00.001-07:00

I am wonderfully and fantastically insane, officially drunk, and I absolutely love the way I feel right now, so strange, flighty, and mellow, all at once.

This feels so wonderful and surreal, especially post-I have no mouth and I must scream, but that's entirely beside the point.

It's so terribly wonderful and unfair that some people just write so beautifully and with such finesse that you wonder if they played down their ages for the shock factor.

or perhaps not finesse, but a kind of down-to-earth endearing familiarity that renders the whole setup distinctly modest but spectacularly accomplished in its own identity all at once.

I'd love for this to be like that, but unfortunately, all I can manage are rather -quaint- imitations of such noble works.

Noble!

Wouldn't she laugh to read this.

I feel wholly like a fool right now, but as the way interrupted, abrupt rambles go, this shall end with something entirely in reach, but not necessarily treasured

You.

2010-05-31T10:31:00.001-07:00

Poem for Veteran's Day
XXXVII

I did not lose my heart in summer's even,
When roses to the moonrise burst apart:
When plumes were under heel and lead was flying,
In blood and smoke and flame I lost my heart.

I lost it to a soldier and a foeman,
A chap that did not kill me, but he tried;
That took the sabre straight, and took it striking
And laughed and kissed his hand to me and died.

A.E. Housman

2010-05-31T10:27:00.001-07:00

2010-05-31T10:21:00.001-07:00

As I listened from a beach-chair in the shade
To all the noises that my garden made,
It seemed to me only proper that words
Should be withheld from vegetables and birds.
A robin with no Christian name ran through
The Robin-Anthem which was all it knew,
And rustling flowers for some third party waited
To say which pairs, if any, should get mated.
Not one of them was capable of lying,
There was not one which knew that it was dying
Or could have with a rhythm or a rhyme
Assumed responsibility for time.
Let them leave language to their lonely betters
Who count some days and long for certain letters;
We, too, make noises when we laugh or weep:
Words are for those with promises to keep
W.H. Auden, Their Lonely Betters

2010-05-31T10:12:00.001-07:00

2010-05-31T10:10:00.001-07:00

2010-05-31T10:00:00.000-07:00

; pray thee, thy existence: an orchestra

loud, resounding, marvellous!

as the hours pass: one final performance

sheer excellence, singular and proud.

colour the mood a sunshiny, exuberant yellow;

triumphant, victorious.

or perhaps the dignified brilliance of scarlet, maturity

in blossom.

or perhaps

just a book and wordless, subtle contact

infusion of chamomile.

tea. yes. celebration.

Quiet.

2010-05-31T09:50:00.001-07:00

2010-05-31T09:24:00.001-07:00

Ellison's quasi-biblical references are utterly disturbing.

2010-05-31T08:17:00.000-07:00

2010-05-31T07:59:00.001-07:00

2010-05-31T06:59:00.001-07:00

2010-05-31T06:20:00.001-07:00

You see me and flee; yet

when I draw closer so do you, my dear-I entice like

poison.

ivy; my whoring ways, for

indeed men are fools. in the middle of the night

throes of love, agony assaults thy

back. and you sprawl

consort, kill.

for tonight I am your master

a Toy!

An Object, a Possession, but

Remember.

Tomorrow I will be another's

for thirty pieces of silver.

Blood feeds not only the undead, but a

Lie

as well.

A loose woman!

Like. A,

Tongue.

-Anonymous

2010-05-29T06:53:00.000-07:00

sloth.

2010-05-28T07:29:00.000-07:00

2010-05-27T23:22:00.001-07:00

2010-05-27T23:19:00.001-07:00

2010-05-27T08:24:00.000-07:00

2010-05-27T07:08:00.000-07:00

Tonight, my mind feels far too clear for poetry.

When I do write poetry, I find that it is because I feel inarticulate, unable to identify exactly the diction, and then the words flow and they form feeling.

I find myself preoccupied with activity, but it's largely scattered. None of it is channelled towards a single motivation, an ambition; last year I was so busy. In an almost twisted way, I find myself experiencing many things, but there's no fulfilment in it.

What on earth happened to the many hours spent over the piano or simply perfecting a bar of music? Good, wholesome music, which I abandoned. Choir. I miss it. I really, really do. The thrill of debate remains, but it is so short-lived, so passing. Music; ah, the difference. Music really does stir your soul. God, You gave me a gift. And my letting it slip past my fingers, does it actually make a difference?

Yes, it does.

A goal, a very personal one, is sorely lacking.

All these opportunities to lead; perhaps it's not really what I do want. Meeting new people, doing new things- I expected to be fulfilled by these, but I find myself looking for song, seeking out melody, searching for music.

All my beliefs have been turned on their heads.

I'm not even the person I thought I was.

The sensation of crushing someone in verbal assault: yes, that was indeed good. But in mere minutes the thrill disappeared.

Once I tasted music, the pure, unadulterated joy of merely pursuing it, seeking to do it well, do it right-

I swear I'm almost crying.

I lost sight of something, and I'm determined to seek it out and allow it to re-enter my life.

Somewhere, I lost sight of you, but you'll come back.

A motivation.

I need Music.

2010-05-26T06:09:00.000-07:00

The Weakness
Toi Dericotte

That time my grandmother dragged me
through the perfume aisles at Saks, she held me up
by my arm, hissing, "Stand up,"
through clenched teeth, her eyes
bright as a dog's
cornered in the light.
She said it over and over,
as if she were Jesus,
and I were dead.She had been
solid as a tree,
a fur around her neck, a
light-skinned matron whose car was parked, who walked
on swirling
marble and passed through
brass openings--in 1945.
There was not even a black
elevator operator at Saks.
The saleswoman had brought velvet
leggings to lace me in, and cooed,
as if in service of all grandmothers.
My grandmother had smiled, but not
hungrily, not like my mother
who hated them, but wanted to please,
and they had smiled back, as if
they were wearing wooden collars.
When my legs gave out, my grandmother
dragged me up and held me like God
holds saints by the
roots of the hair.I begged her
to believe I couldn't help it.Stumbling,
her face white
with sweat, she pushed me through the crowd, rushing
away from those eyes
that saw through
her clothes, under
herskin, all the way down
to the transparent
genes confessing.

2010-05-25T08:15:00.000-07:00

Oh not because happiness exists,

that too-hasty profit snatched from approaching loss.

***

But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all.

***

...Ah, but what can we take along

into that other realm? Not the art of looking,

which is learned so slowly, and nothing that happened here. Nothing.

The sufferings, then. And above all, the heaviness,

and the long experience of love-just what is wholly unsayable.

-From the Ninth Duino Elegy, Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)

2010-05-24T01:18:00.000-07:00

In conclusion, I'm resigned to being degenerate and more or less thoroughly decadent.

I realise that saying that 'this morning I woke up at...' would be a lie to begin with, for I woke up at the singularly spectacular time of 1.30p.m.

Wow.

I do realise that my posts here shed some light on the workings of my mind, but very little on the stuff of everyday life.

So.

The CA1 results slip came back.

It was fine. More or less. Identified areas for improvement, etc.

(This is beginning to bore me already! :C)

HO!

I CAME OUT OF PARENTS-TEACHERS MEETING FEELING LIKE A SAINT.

well, perhaps exaggerated, but I definitely went home on saturday feeling significantly, well, good!

Immagoodkid (:

or at least I try to be, teeheee.

I'm pretty much excited to be down for the youth sports conference!

I mean, I think I've landed the coolest job ever, but just in case I don't actually get it and then have to to explain myself and my trumpeting of it, I won't actually say what it is!

Then again, I'm not too sure myself what my job (or what I think it is) actually entails, so yes, all this rhetorical winding around in circles is actually just an extended version of: I think my job is cool, but I don't actually know what it is.

I have a talent for EXTENDING things!

I believe I explored a new aspect [or two] of life on Thursday (Insider thing. Meet the VIP)!

and then friday was just this most amazing evening sitting on the breakwater and talking about things (and people) that really matter, and it's amazing how much depth we actually have.

I think humans constantly amaze ourselves, not so much with how low we can actually sink, but with our capacity for empathy and discernment, as granted to us by the our Almighty God! :D

Redundancy, I believe, is not in existence here.

Heraclitus said that 'God is day and night, winter and summer, war and peace, fullness and hunger; he changes the way fire does when mixed with spices and is named according to each spice'.

An intensely personal God :}

2010-05-24T00:33:00.000-07:00

We are the time. We are the famous

We are the time. We are the famous
metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure.

We are the water, not the hard diamond,
the one that is lost, not the one that stands still.

We are the river and we are that greek
that looks himself into the river. His reflection
changes into the waters of the changing mirror,
into the crystal that changes like the fire.

We are the vain predetermined river,
in his travel to his sea.

The shadows have surrounded him.
Everything said goodbye to us, everything goes away.

Memory does not stamp his own coin.

However, there is something that stays
however, there is something that bemoans.

Jorge Luis Borges

2010-05-23T05:54:00.001-07:00

The Rusty Diamond

People, like things, get left behind sometimes. Maybe because people forget that we are not digits in a wallet. Maybe because people forget that we are not alphabets in a phone book and maybe because we're not meant to remember or be remembered.

I don't believe a single one. Do you?

2010-05-23T02:30:00.001-07:00

2010-05-23T02:22:00.001-07:00

2010-05-23T01:53:00.000-07:00

effused with the glow of brilliance. you

sit.

china doll to admire, dream, a fantasy

fantasize.

snippets of illusion-bits scatter at your feet, cascade around in waves of rainbow

one day they'll cut your toes.

dearest mother-beloved father-

presenting:

Miracle Child.

the Magic Mirror says

this one is not yours.

Yours is here.

right where I am.

2010-05-23T01:45:00.001-07:00

2010-05-23T01:42:00.001-07:00

I'd love to plant a cross right in the centre of that picture.

Prince of Peace, take the wheel.

2010-05-23T00:44:00.000-07:00

Possession, A.S. Byatt

"What is it? My dear?"

"Ah, how can we bear it?"

"Bear what?"

"This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?"

"We can be quiet together, and pretend-since it is only the beginning- that we have all the time in the world."

"And every day we shall have less. And then none."

"Would you rather, therefore, have had nothing at all?"

"No. This is where I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere."

Singularly stupendous, how often time ought to freeze and let humanity exult in the startling beauty of the now.

2010-05-18T06:50:00.000-07:00

2010-05-18T06:46:00.000-07:00

--But the Kitten, how she starts,
Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts;
First at one and then it's fellow
Just as light and just as yellow;
There are many now--now one--
Now they stop; and there are none--
What intenseness of desire
In her upward eye of fire!
With a tiger-leap half way
Now she meets the coming prey,
Lets it go as fast, and then
Has it in her power again:
Now she works with three or four,
Like an Indian Conjuror;
Quick as he in feats of art,
Far beyond in joy of heart.
Were her antics play'd in the eye
Of a thousand Standers-by,
Clapping hands with shout and stare,
What would little Tabby care
For the plaudits of the Crowd?
Over happy to be proud,
Over wealthy in the treasure
Of her own exceeding pleasure!

-From William Wordsworth: The Kitten and the falling leaves

2010-05-17T08:28:00.000-07:00

2010-05-17T08:15:00.001-07:00

2010-05-17T08:10:00.000-07:00

crossroads.

2010-05-17T08:01:00.000-07:00

wonderfully earthshattering

little bee-whispers, twittering hither, thither

charming little tales-

hey kiddo, how much love you want?

small medium large

Cha, all free.

(empty)

Promise?

Ah promise ya.

Forgive me to oblivion.

ain't nothing but a snake in the grass.

face on fire and dear-

teller of untruths, thy pants hath combusted

ha!ha!ha!

2010-05-16T10:01:00.001-07:00

2010-05-13T07:44:00.000-07:00

Why are you striving these days
Why are you trying to earn grace
Why are you crying
Let me lift up your face
Just don't turn away

Why are you looking for love
Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough
To where will you go child
Tell me where will you run
To where will you run

And I'll be by your side
Wherever you fall
In the dead of night
Whenever you call
And please don't fight
These hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Look at these hands and my side
They swallowed the grave on that night
When I drank the world's sin
So I could carry you in
And give you life
I want to give you life

Cause I, I love you
I want you to know
That I, I love you
I'll never let you go

2010-05-13T07:07:00.000-07:00

IS ANY ONE OF YOU IN TROUBLE?

HE SHOULD PRAY.

IS ANY ONE OF YOU HAPPY?

HE SHOULD SING SONGS OF PRAISE.

-James 5:13

Jesus, take the wheel.

2010-05-13T06:57:00.001-07:00

I really do want to be changing for the better.

Yet.

I see myself becoming embittered, cynical, even more so than before.

Is that possible?

apparently it is.

but God, I know I can do this.

I know I can go beyond merely coping, grasping on, barely there.

I'm sorry for the things I've made it, because it genuinely is all about You.

Father help me to pray.

help me to pray.

help me to pray for wisdom, for strength, and most of all for discernment.

help me to discern what actions I should take, the paths in which I should go.

be my helping hand, oh Lord.

be my guiding light.

I need to come back to the heart of worship once more, and once again, let it be all about you.

Forget anarchy, and the frail, fallible humanity we're enclosed in.

Forget relying on just me, and forgetting that I can tap on an everlasting abundance of strength, mercy and grace.

Because I can't do this alone, Lord.

I really can't.

sometimes I feel so weak. I could just cry.

Sometimes my self gets the better of me, and I do things that shame You.

Forgive me, Father.

Help me to be more and more like who You want me to be, for Your glory.

Lord, let these tears be tears of renewal, washing away everything.

I gotta come to You empty.

Lord, I'm a jar of clay, but You're the Rock.

be my fortress, oh Lord.

Renew in me a spirit of submission to Your will.

Lord, who am I to think that I can do this all on my own?

Only through You, Father, only through You.

2010-05-12T07:21:00.000-07:00

watch me as I find you.

peekaboo, peekaboo, run through the woods

child's play,

mere, precise, exquisite.

nooks and crannies, so I won't find

what I'm looking for

perhaps not now.

But.

perhaps one day I will attain

soaring levels of unromantic nirvana

or otherwise.

retain in your hearts a certain

Thirst.

hunger, insatiable.

(-whooooosh-.)

the leaves are green, just like

the Amazon.

hail, queen of life.

; encapsulated hope, because rain will fall

2010-05-11T05:01:00.001-07:00

what do you do with a torrent?

you commit it to God, because He sees all, He knows all.

It's fairly impossible to envision a life without an omnipresent God.

so thank You, Father.

for being so real in my life.

2010-05-11T04:55:00.001-07:00

2010-05-10T06:32:00.000-07:00

just contemplating my complete lack of athletic ability makes me vaguely depressed.

boo.

life's a sack of potatoes.

rotten potatoes.

if not for people, and a good God (:

Thanks Jon for the reminder, as usual.

I SHALL FACE THIRD PERIOD PE WITH A BRAVE FACE AND A HUGE GRIN, BECAUSE CIRCUITS WON'T BRING ME DOWN.

I shall pull myself up (pun intended).

I kind of do need a shoulder to lie on.

I do suppose you could call this a quandary, because I have absolutely no idea of how I should be feeling.

And who I actually want to rely on.

2010-05-09T05:41:00.001-07:00

"A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. ... She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her."

— Proverbs 31:10, 27-28 (NIV)

2010-05-09T03:54:00.000-07:00

nah i'm not angry.

but this girl's adorable (:

2010-05-07T07:51:00.001-07:00

2010-05-07T07:40:00.001-07:00

2010-05-07T05:23:00.001-07:00

2010-05-07T05:18:00.000-07:00

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)

HE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

2010-05-07T05:12:00.001-07:00

forge wellspring of fatigue

thou art in possession of bashful eyelids

so run from the pillow, because it

ain't gonna help much, teacher

dearest called today, and she ain't too happy.

we gotta run like the wind because the emails be faster

dangle a fish from a backpack.

2010-05-06T04:48:00.001-07:00

2010-05-06T04:42:00.000-07:00

rapturous fun.

really.

I'm fast running out of words, but then again I need trains.

I LIKE TRAINS.

I LIKE RAINBOWS.

RAIIINNNNBOW.

on a sidenote, lit options is proving to be fairly relaxing, particularly from a horizontal position and a perch from the back.

nah, not a perch.

it's hardly elevated.

I needta pray.

2010-05-05T07:02:00.000-07:00

You're right.

Phone calls top texting and chatting.

hands-down victory.

2010-05-05T06:57:00.000-07:00

languorous feline

paw turn twist onto belly

and out again, glad.

2010-05-04T08:31:00.001-07:00

2010-05-03T09:30:00.001-07:00

2010-05-03T07:48:00.001-07:00

engulfed with this dainty hierarchy.

oh my dear, I think of you.

pyramids write our

story. so apt, so particular and so

accurate, sometimes I wish to applaud, to

create a celebration of how we should be laughing

hark! the deep blue yonder

the bellythroat laugh is reverberating

dum.duum.doom.

the yellowskins: a knife splitting something into two

bam.bam.

esoteric wonder, I exalt you.

this is my submission.

2010-05-03T07:40:00.000-07:00

an outlet.

like a sigh, one of dreary, empirical afternoons.

of ice in a cup that twinkles twinkle little star

how I wonder how tea art

a solitary embrace of me.

marvellously industrious because I

Don't wanna touch you no more.

dearest, like salt in a pan

flash flash flash

all teeth but no smile.

2010-05-03T06:42:00.000-07:00

little kiddy there

afraid of magnifying

glasses. then you big.

2010-05-02T09:54:00.001-07:00

2010-05-02T09:47:00.001-07:00

2010-05-02T09:41:00.000-07:00

out of the overflow of the heart

the mouth speaks

and yet the heart deceives.

so what do I pray for?

I pray for a renewed spirit.

Help me, Father.

Direct my heart.

and direct my tongue.

2010-05-02T09:35:00.000-07:00

2010-05-02T09:23:00.000-07:00

all is clear.

breathe, because you're not sure when your next breath will come.

or if it will.

sing loud free sparrowish

sing because you are free and

you shall leap

lord over your hands, your arms, your beribboned feet

and every move will be an extension of yourself,

every cascade and every permutation a celebration in itself,

the worship of magnificence and of

Us.

encircle facades and throw them into the wind

tonight we will forget convention

frivolity: we will embrace

hyena dance

vermin of the world unite

tonight is our night.

2010-05-01T06:53:00.000-07:00

Dear.

encapsulate a world of lies

gloss and whitewash and poster paint

because everything's gonna be okay

goochigoo, momma loves you

tickle on chin

because we laugh far too much

and pray far too little

God-damnit, the conversation. it

silences our

Hearts.

2010-05-01T06:50:00.001-07:00

calloused hearts.

2010-05-01T01:21:00.001-07:00

2010-04-30T21:25:00.000-07:00

Adam Lindsay Gordon

Ye Wearie Wayfarer, hys Ballad In Eight Fyttes.

Thy riddles grow dark, oh! drifting cloud,

And thy misty shapes grow drear,
Thou hang'st in the air like a shadowy shroud,
But I am of lighter cheer;
Though our future lot is a sable blot,
Though the wise ones of earth will blame us, Though our saddles will rot,
and our rides be forgot,
"DUM VIVIMUS, VIVAMUS!"

2010-04-30T21:13:00.000-07:00

The Odyssey

Homer

Translated by Robert Fitzgerald

Now from his breast unto his eyes the ache

of longing mounted, and he wept at last,

his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms,

longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer

spent in rough water where his ship went down

under Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea.

Few men can keep alive through a big surf

to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches

in joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind:

and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband,

her white arms around him pressed as though forever.

Stupendous.

2010-04-30T21:06:00.001-07:00

2010-04-30T20:56:00.000-07:00

Avoiding temptation ain't easy, but when you've got your values and Friends in high places,

ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE :D

2010-04-29T08:26:00.001-07:00

2010-04-29T05:49:00.000-07:00

I just want to know for sure.

can you prove it?

maybe you're right, I talk and think too much.

but well.

I've never doubted, for my part.

2010-04-29T05:32:00.000-07:00

“If you’re going to do something wrong, do it big, because the punishment is the same either way.”

2010-04-28T08:35:00.000-07:00

"Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end... but that it was essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature ... And to found that edifice on its unavenged tears: would you consent to be the architect on those conditions? Tell me, and tell me the truth!"
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

When you look into the mirror.

2010-04-28T06:13:00.001-07:00

AN EXCERPT FROM SOMEONE ELSE.

areyouserious-ohshiet:
FOR ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO SAID WE COULDN’T DO IT. WE DID IT! FOR ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO SAID WE WERE WASTING OUR TIME CHASING DREAMS. WE PROVED YOU WRONG. IF YOU KEEP BELIEVING IN SOMETHING AND WORK TOWARDS MAKING IT HAPPEN… IT WILL HAPPEN! 2 YEARS OF LONG DISTANCE AND HE’S FINALLY HERE BY MY SIDE FOR GOOD! DREAMS REALLY DO COME TRUE!
As I’ve repeated numerous times.. me and my boyfriend lived over 1000 miles away.. and saw each other every 3 months. and just last week.. God FINALLY made a way for him to move to the samecity as me! OMG I’M SO FRIKKING HAPPY! YOU HAVE NO IDEA!! NO MORE LONG DISTANCE FOREVER! No more long distance phone calls, no more staying on the phone til we fall asleep and wake up hearing each other snore, no more late night webcam sessions pretending to be on dates with each other, no more talking about what it might be like if he was here right now, no more crying at night because we haven’t been able to hold each other in over 9 months, no more hugging photos of him whenever i missed him, no more looking up at the moon at the same time just to feel that little bit closer, no more working our asses off for 3 months at a time just to pay for a plane ticket to see each other for a week. NO MORE long distance for us. because now you’re right here by my side!! i know i’m never going to take that for granted. We’ve waited so long for this day to come and it’s finally here!!!!
For those of you who still live in a long distance relationship and you KNOW in your heart that they’re worth it. time and patience is going to be your biggest test. but when you pass that test.. you’ll be one of the happiest people in the world. because you know how strong your relationship is going to be. Distance really does stretch a person’s willpower just to pursue that one thing. but when you get it… how good does it feel to finally have it and know that its yours to keep? i can’t even begin to write how happy i am. i’ve just got the biggest butterflies inside me right now. i thank God every day for this blessing.. because now Jude’s HERE… OMGGGGAD HE’S HERE! HE’S FRIKKING HERE BY MY SIDE FOR GOOD!!! =D =D =D!!!!!! man i seriously love him so much… i hope you guys know that by now. right now he’s playing basketball with my sister’s boyfriend. and its hot so he probably smells like sweat LOOOL but i don’t care. can’t wait for his game to end so i can give him the biggest hug! As for everyone else who’s still waiting… KEEP WAITING! GOOD THINGS REALLY DO COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT!

Just rebloggin’.

2010-04-28T05:58:00.001-07:00

2010-04-28T05:42:00.001-07:00

Don’t hold too long to what’s never meant to be. Sometimes we need to set things free before it starts HURTING.

2010-04-28T05:29:00.001-07:00

okay I'm aware that this might be hard to appreciate.

warped sense of humour.

HEHHHH.

you want to eat? (:

2010-04-26T05:32:00.001-07:00

2010-04-26T05:31:00.000-07:00

2010-04-26T05:24:00.001-07:00

A Golden Age

Tahmina Anam

Rehana regarded the saris and tried to recall the feeling they had given her, of being at once enveloped and set free, the tight revolutions of material around her hips and legs limiting movement, the empty space between blouse and petticoat permitting unexpected sensations- the thrill of a breeze that has strayed low, through an open window, the knowledge of heat in strange places, the back, the exposed belly. It was the bringing together of night and day, the sari: as it concealed the skin, it also released it, so that one body, one woman, would know something of the complications of her sex.

I've lost track of time.

2010-04-25T02:37:00.001-07:00