so, a good friend of mine told me a rather beautiful story, and i decided to put it up here, because i think it's how the world should be...
when i was in prep, there was only one girl in my class who wasn't caucasian - i think, she was indian, i honestly don't remember, which is kind of the point. anyway, her name was angela. on my sixth birthday mum asked me if i wanted to invite angela over because she seemed like a nice girl.
i asked which one angela was... mum told me she was the one with dark skin. and nothing. for the life of me, i hadn't noticed that in my entire classroom, maybe the entire school, there was one girl who looked noticably different to everyone else.
i didn't even realise that it was possible to make distinctions between people yet.
he then said, upon having told me this story...
and ever since then i've been appalled at the idea that people are sub-divided or split up in any way shape or form.
i just think that this is the way the world should be, viewed through the innocent, untainted eyes and heart of a child...
Monday, October 24, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
ohaiitharrr
so i know this is a tiny bit cliched.
but i haven't had a happy rant in a while on this blog, so why not.
so i have this friend, who is absolutely amazing.
i've only known her a few months, but it feels like forever.
she's my best friend, and in all seriousness one of the best i've had.
she's become my constant, my rock.
it sounds strange and might freak her out if she reads this. but i struggle to express just how much she means to me. she is a friend anyone would be lucky to have.
i think i'm lucky. i have so many amazing friends that i would do anything for. and they would do anything for me, too. it's comforting to have a support network like that. to know that someone is there for you.
friendship is a two-way street, and i'm so thankful that i have many who are willing to meet me at the intersection. (i'm not sure if that quite painted the picture i was going for, but whatever. it sounds cool. i don't do english/lit anymore, okay?)
friends are so important. more than we sometimes realise. too often, they are taken for granted. that should NEVER happen.
i once said, boys (as in love interests) don't break my heart. friends do.
this is a somewhat negative way of saying, that my friends mean more to me than anything.
i think more words will just take away from this. so goodnight.
but i haven't had a happy rant in a while on this blog, so why not.
so i have this friend, who is absolutely amazing.
i've only known her a few months, but it feels like forever.
she's my best friend, and in all seriousness one of the best i've had.
she's become my constant, my rock.
it sounds strange and might freak her out if she reads this. but i struggle to express just how much she means to me. she is a friend anyone would be lucky to have.
i think i'm lucky. i have so many amazing friends that i would do anything for. and they would do anything for me, too. it's comforting to have a support network like that. to know that someone is there for you.
friendship is a two-way street, and i'm so thankful that i have many who are willing to meet me at the intersection. (i'm not sure if that quite painted the picture i was going for, but whatever. it sounds cool. i don't do english/lit anymore, okay?)
friends are so important. more than we sometimes realise. too often, they are taken for granted. that should NEVER happen.
i once said, boys (as in love interests) don't break my heart. friends do.
this is a somewhat negative way of saying, that my friends mean more to me than anything.
i think more words will just take away from this. so goodnight.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
buzzed.
You incapacitate me dear
You resonate in all I hear,
I’m captivated by your face,
I’m drawn to you like moth to a flame.
And now you’ve got me using tired clichés,
I hum through my nights and dance through my days.
Just thinking of when I can see you next,
Simplifies all that was once so complex,
My life divided into with and without,
Absence and presence,
But devoid of all doubt
Your soft lips feather over
My eyelids and cheeks
But you don’t whisper sweet nothings,
Because there’s no need to speak.
My senses are filled with your sensuous touch,
Sensations on the cusp of becoming too much
Trembling soul, quivering heart,
You’ve turned me into an earthquake that could break
The Richter chart
So draw me near and let me drown in your eyes
I’m yours to the end babe, and you’ll one day be mine.
You resonate in all I hear,
I’m captivated by your face,
I’m drawn to you like moth to a flame.
And now you’ve got me using tired clichés,
I hum through my nights and dance through my days.
Just thinking of when I can see you next,
Simplifies all that was once so complex,
My life divided into with and without,
Absence and presence,
But devoid of all doubt
Your soft lips feather over
My eyelids and cheeks
But you don’t whisper sweet nothings,
Because there’s no need to speak.
My senses are filled with your sensuous touch,
Sensations on the cusp of becoming too much
Trembling soul, quivering heart,
You’ve turned me into an earthquake that could break
The Richter chart
So draw me near and let me drown in your eyes
I’m yours to the end babe, and you’ll one day be mine.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
inspiration comes from the strangest of places.
Alongside the highway
The sleepwalker roams
His travels have taken him
Far from his home
And yet, in his mind
He is safe in his bed
A warm blanket ‘pon him
A pillow ‘neath his head
The sleepwalker roams
His travels have taken him
Far from his home
And yet, in his mind
He is safe in his bed
A warm blanket ‘pon him
A pillow ‘neath his head
i didn't know that jeeves had retired.
either i've become a dirty conformist in having google as my sole search engine, or i've been living under a rock for the past five years. but upon doing a little research for my assignment this evening, i discovered that Jeeves is no longer the face of popular search engine, now known as ask.com
apparently, Jeeves has been enjoying retirement since 2006. the things you discover when you're banned from facebook. i must say, the mind reels. (cheeky little Audrey quote there for you)
anyway, it seems that the creativity bug always bites when i don't need it to - to be specific, in the midst of assignment time. so here's what i've got today...
ps. ive been listening to gotye, tom milek, boy and bear, benjamin francis leftwich, and mindy gledhill. and of course, always, the ingenious ingenue, Norah Jones.
so yeah.
Destination in my head
Shoes on my feet
Who needs a map
When you follow your own
Beat?
Beating heart
my only company
I never used to walk alone
It was you who decided
You didn’t need
Me
Turned my back
You showed me how
Consistent pulse
Is all I rely on
Now
Sun on my back
Rocks in my shoes
Cicada calls for jazz
Birdsong for the blues
Life is a game
Of tic, tac, toe
One person claims it all
And there’s nowhere for the other
To go
try to imagine a kind of raw, acoustic plucking thing going on with the music. very guttural but "considerably less angsty" than rock, as apparently Indie Pop is defined according to wikipedia. cheers.
apparently, Jeeves has been enjoying retirement since 2006. the things you discover when you're banned from facebook. i must say, the mind reels. (cheeky little Audrey quote there for you)
anyway, it seems that the creativity bug always bites when i don't need it to - to be specific, in the midst of assignment time. so here's what i've got today...
ps. ive been listening to gotye, tom milek, boy and bear, benjamin francis leftwich, and mindy gledhill. and of course, always, the ingenious ingenue, Norah Jones.
so yeah.
Destination in my head
Shoes on my feet
Who needs a map
When you follow your own
Beat?
Beating heart
my only company
I never used to walk alone
It was you who decided
You didn’t need
Me
Turned my back
You showed me how
Consistent pulse
Is all I rely on
Now
Sun on my back
Rocks in my shoes
Cicada calls for jazz
Birdsong for the blues
Life is a game
Of tic, tac, toe
One person claims it all
And there’s nowhere for the other
To go
try to imagine a kind of raw, acoustic plucking thing going on with the music. very guttural but "considerably less angsty" than rock, as apparently Indie Pop is defined according to wikipedia. cheers.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
latest.
i know, i know. it's been ages. clearly, i am procrastinating right now. as per usual.
anyway
vulnerable must be your specialty.
seducing me with pretty words
and things.
purple flowers in my room
i lied about where they came from
and lied about my whereabouts
when you saw me
without my clothes
on.
exposed to the
soul. i let you pour
your own into me. my sense of self
overflowed. and spilled out onto cheap tiles
you smile and my heart cracks
as i wonder how
i'm going to let you go.
anyway
vulnerable must be your specialty.
seducing me with pretty words
and things.
purple flowers in my room
i lied about where they came from
and lied about my whereabouts
when you saw me
without my clothes
on.
exposed to the
soul. i let you pour
your own into me. my sense of self
overflowed. and spilled out onto cheap tiles
you smile and my heart cracks
as i wonder how
i'm going to let you go.
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