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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.

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.

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

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.

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.

oopsies.

ok so i crafted a deliciously long post intended for this blog and those who might appreciate it, and accidentally posted it on my other blog. apologies. it is late. so rather than go through the painful process of re-typing it, as for some reason this does not allow me to copy and paste, i shall direct you to where the post in question is located, so you can read and review at your leisure. this is not a hoax.

http://minuteaoffabulous.blogspot.com/

long time...

what a dreadful cliche is that which drove me to finally, FINALLY, returning to my beloved blog, after so many months of inexcusable neglect. and so first and foremost, i shall apologise. gomennasai. which is japanese for i'm sorry. (informal)

second, a list, which shall serve as an update of my overprocessed thoughts as of late, as well as hopefully, offer something for you all to dip your toes into, and try at least twice.
Noah and the Whale
Raspberries and Yogurt
John Hughes films
chick-lit
road-tripping
exploring the Dandenongs
Lindt hot chocolate and vanilla chai lattes
the city after hours
the city the morning after one too many tequila shots
the city in general
The Jack Roller

and of course, i have to include something on the list which i would advise you all to stay very far away from - the 'who cares less' game.

unfortunately, this warning is perhaps too little too late, and we have probably all fallen prey to this ridiculously self-destructive game. it requires no explanation, for most of us are familiar with it, and as for those who fortunately are not, the name says it all. this twisted, toxic aspect of courtship, for want of a more modern word, is the thing that causes me to fall into a black mood despite the hours upon hours of Immense Fun that has been had, and sadly it is a highly addictive, stupidly unavoidable trap into which we all must stumble at some point in our lives. so for those who have not yet experienced it, my advice is to tread carefully and be on your guard.

but now i feel like i have something in my eye, and slumber is calling. goodnight.