miss dzire

Oceans away from here

2011-10-30T02:08:00.000-07:00

Blissful are these softly whispered promises.

I can't wait to escape with you....

Times. They are a-changin'

2011-10-04T23:58:00.001-07:00

Getting home before 6pm. Oh what a luxury.

In other news, life is moving forward with increasing momentum. And when I said that this was going to be my year of adventure, I never realised how prophetic those words would be.

2011, you have been incredible and I know it's starting to creep into October, but I don't want you to leave.

Is it too early to say that you will be missed?

You got me on the end of your string

2011-10-03T03:16:00.000-07:00

I'm flattered you asked, but I wish it wasn't so perfunctory.

And after all is said and done, nothing makes up for the holidays spent alone.

Tokyo

2011-10-02T07:20:00.001-07:00

It's actually funny. When I was 17, I wrote this about Tokyo:

"Like a fine sheet of velvety violet, the sky

hung above the city repelled by the sheer glare of the neon, the energetic pulsating rhythms of life that danced below.

Row after row, the strings of celestial sparks lined the district of Harajuku, lighting a stretched path to the distant horizon. The air was chilled crisp and crackled with the thin fragility of dry ice. Vague movements of the anonymous darkness along the sidewalks flowed and the decibels of energy, oscillated like sound waves.

Tokyo was awake once again."

I guess what strikes me as funny is that I have recently been to Tokyo and the difference between what I imagined Tokyo would represent for me or look like, and what it actually was, was two completely different worlds.

I would never have dreamt of going to Japan under these circumstances. And the Tokyo I saw was muted, slowly moving under the humid weather and steadily recovering from the March 2011 earthquake - the Ginza lights were dimmed because of energy saving and there lacked that sense of vibrancy. Certainly my romanticised view of the energy dancing on the streets were far from reality.

It's funny how time changes things and seeing where life's path takes you...

Why hello again

2011-10-02T07:11:00.000-07:00

I didn't think I would come back to this blog and in fact, I even spoke recently to a friend about no longer having the desire to expel thoughts onto such an open forum.

But of course, as a fine example of walking contraction, here I am again. Typing little black words out onto this screen for the world to see.

I wasn't going to begin this absorbing exercise of over exposure, except I went back to my blog and re-read my previous entries (some of them dating all the way back to 2008) and I realised that despite my now lack of attention-whoring need to have these thoughts laid bare for everyone to see, I loved the fact that a little bit of me has been captured in time.

So I'm doing this for the sake of posterity.

I'm doing this so that 3 years from now, I can look back and see what life was like in 2011 and maybe judge with the same amount of disdain I have now about how "emo" I was, or how naive some of the things I said were or maybe how, despite this crazy year, I have managed to find so much happiness.

Anyways, hello again world!

Miss Q is back.

re-connecting

2010-01-31T04:46:00.001-08:00

These days, I feel a fluttering I haven't felt in a while. The seconds and minutes after my message and before your reply, always leave me in anticipation.

You leave me holding my breath....

can I reach you on this frequency

2010-01-28T03:23:00.000-08:00

The words start running backwards, as if someone was rewinding time.

It's like when you write a really long message on your phone and when you're done, there's that split second where you have to decide whether you want to send the message or whether it's best that your thoughts are tucked away, never to be discovered. And so your thumb hovers above the green send button and the red delete button - vacillating between the two, unable to settle. And finally you decide it's better to stay quiet and you slowly delete the words you've written....and the words start running backwards as if someone was rewinding time.

I'm beginning to enjoy this self-inflicted suffering...to purposely sink downwards, always surfacing at the last minute when I can no longer bear the weight upon my lungs. Of course, I'm ok. I'm always ok.

Anyways, I'm wondering if you read this at all....and if you do, what you would be thinking right now. Whether you'd be concerned or whether you would brush it off. Whether it would make you stop and re-read it again, trying to decipher the meanings between the fine lines. But this is of course all moot point because I don't think you read this - at least you haven't for a while, and I don't know if you ever will again.

Sadly, there won't be any applauses from this empty crowd.

Across the ocean

2010-01-26T02:57:00.001-08:00

To the stars that played with the darkness
I sang of love and burned up completely.

The counting game begins again and I feel myself closer and closer to you.

Out of the box again

2010-01-25T22:41:00.000-08:00

I need to learn to cook something impressive, so that when people ask me what my best dish is, I can reply with more than just lasagne. Also, the monologue that George Constanza does when he pulls out the golf ball from inside his jacket (circa the Marine Biologist episode) will never ever lose its hilarity. I'm re-discovering Seinfeld again.

Anyways, while I'm spilling jelly beans of random thoughts, I may as well add the fact that despite the bubbling need to move (move on, move away, move in general), I'm still find myself oddly content and happy in a way that's utterly unexpected for a girl who is constantly drifting in transition.

Change will be my purgatory.

Little ink dots, bane of my life

2010-01-17T04:10:00.000-08:00

The debris of the Past should stay exactly where they are, and yet somehow I've let them get swept into the Now.

I wish I had just kept that door closed.

A memory

2010-01-15T05:33:00.000-08:00

wobbly knees.

It scares me how quickly I'm taken back to that moment. And it's so real, I can feel it in my heart. And then I get scared....because I'm afraid my heart will beat so fast, it will come out of my chest.

On the grass, with the world slowly spinning around me. And then I wake up....and I'm back again. A deep breath and reality sets in.

I'm okay....I'm okay....

brain-plosion!

2009-10-13T03:03:00.000-07:00

*sigh*

too many thoughts. not enough ram.

Time is the fire in which we all burn

2009-10-13T02:56:00.000-07:00

I love the sense of urgency and desperation in their embrace - as if this is their last moment together in time. Without any reservation, they let their bodies collide, like two single atoms in this vast universe.

Sunday night-itis

2009-09-27T06:55:00.000-07:00

JERRY: I never get enough sleep. I stay up late at night, cause I’m Night Guy. Night Guy wants to stay up late. ‘What about getting up after five hours sleep?’, oh that’s Morning Guy’s problem. That’s not my problem, I’m Night Guy. I stay up as late as I want. So you get up in the morning, you’re ….., you’re exhausted, groggy, oooh I hate that Night Guy! See, Night Guy always screws Morning Guy. There’s nothing Morning Guy can do. The only thing Morning Guy can do is try and oversleep often enough so that Day Guy loses his job and Night Guy has no money to go out anymore.

I have this craving to stay up until 2am......just for the sake of it. So that for once, I can be completely irresponsible and not give a damn about being tired at work.

Grrrr that wicked Night Guy!

Sydney Dance Company classes

2009-09-24T04:33:00.000-07:00

ahhhh the immeasurable joy of dancing.

Til the last of days

2009-09-22T16:11:00.000-07:00

I woke up to a murky world of dull orange and the silhouette of the trees violently swaying in the wind.

It felt like the end of the world.

This is not the end

2009-09-13T08:34:00.000-07:00

- The Bravery -
Not even earth can hold us
Not even life controls us
Not even the ground can keep us down
The memories in my head
Are just as real the time we spent
My friend
This is not the end

In silence

2009-08-31T04:48:00.000-07:00

If it's all in the past, then why can't I let it go?

It's amazing the power of those little black words sitting on my screen, willing me to succumb to darkness. And I do. I let go of myself for just that fleeting moment, wanting to be sucked into this endless gaping black hole, not caring if I never surface again.

I wish you knew the extent of this cyanide desire....and I wish you did something before it begins to poison the roots. Something more than vacant words of comfort, empty promises which won't be fulfilled.

It's the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace.

Paris

2009-07-10T07:40:00.000-07:00

Why am I not here?!

Kanye West & Phoenix & Yuksek. Massive head explosion of sheer awesomeness.

And I'm so loving La Roux! That British synthetic pop base plus Elly Jackson's voice is my new muse for the 80's.

Alone in the darkness
My bed's a different land
Your touch intensifies
And I'm in the quicksand
I'm in the quicksand

You're the upsettor
Stroking my hand
What's my position?
I don't understand
Am I your possession?
Am I in demand?
Oh when you turn to me
I'm in the quicksand

Wisdom teeth

2009-07-04T06:13:00.000-07:00

I never thought I'd miss solid food this much.

When this is over, I'm going to eat everything I can get my hands on!!

le Telly

2009-01-26T18:04:00.000-08:00

Watching too many episodes of Scrubs makes me want to narrate my own life in my head. I looked this phenomenon up on Google to see if I was uniquely psychotic or if I was just filled with an unusual and maybe somewhat unwarranted sense of self-importance. But, as it turns out, I'm not. I found several other freaks who also shared this affliction. Ahh, it's good to be normal.

And also, David Brent (played by the lovely Ricky Gervais) is hilarious. I can't believe I ever doubted British humour!

Rambling

2009-01-13T17:04:00.000-08:00

So what was life like before you? I reply that I can hardly recall and that much is true - because those days are gone and forgotten about, left behind in another room, another world.

But then I stumble upon something - a glimpse into a past life and in part, find the answers I thought I didn't have.

And I realise that life before you was sad, bitter and most definitely riddled with complexity. I don't know how I got myself tangled into so many webs and how I managed to pry myself from their sticky yarn. Perhaps hindsight offers the best insight and at the time, I simply accepted the difficulties with a grain of salt and told myself: this is the way it is and has to be, though you have clearly shown me that neither of those supposed axioms are true, nor should they be accepted.

"It's the body that speaks, when you run out of words.
But you have to be genuinely wordless. You have to fall out of your certainties and stories, out of the comfortables you inhabit. You have to - what? Surrender? Let go? Give in? None of those fit, with their undertones of submission. It's more like taking flight - before you know you can fly.

Anyways, I'm sorry.

These days, there are too many chess pieces on this goddamn board."

2007 was a different world.

Sunkissed

2009-01-13T17:00:00.000-08:00

HELLO SUMMMMMMERRR!!

Tooth acheeeey

2008-12-07T01:24:00.000-08:00

I am wise. I even have the tooth to prove it - well, half of it anyway.

Yes, this is an entirely vestigial post, but I merely wanted to vent my anger over this new protruding thing in my mouth. I say GRRRR!! to you, Mr Wisdom Teeth. Seriously, why would God make us have something that we don't even need?! Even the appendix (long denigrated as being superfluous) is now being discovered as to pertaining a function.

But noooo, not wisdom teeth. Apparently only 5% of the population have them growing correctly- so for the 95% of us out there who have troublesome molars, we have to all suffer.

Of course, if this pain was being compensated by say, an increase in my IQ or even my EQ, I would quietly sit and endure it. But something tells me that the link between wisdom and intelligence and the last four molars can no longer be supported by the remaining vestiges of ancient wives tales.

When you're in this deep

2008-11-22T00:55:00.000-08:00

Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

On one hand

2008-11-19T02:07:00.001-08:00

5 random things that make life beautiful:

The way the evening sky turns a pale shade of lilac when the sun retreats into the horizon and buildings become distant silhouettes.
Dreams of spending Autumn in a leafy Boston suburb.
The intensity of listening to music in the dark and losing yourself to the melody, lifted by crescendos and arpeggios.
Midnight feasts involving fajitas - really REALLY good fajitas.
Being constantly reminded of how extremely blessed and lucky you are to have the life you lead.

A thousand kisses deep

2008-11-19T01:56:00.000-08:00

I hear their voices in the wine
That sometimes did me seek
The band is playing Auld Lang Syne
But the heart will not retreat
There's no forsaking what you love
No existential leap
As witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep

Leonard Cohen is living proof that intelligence is a kind of sexy that neither time nor age can erase.

Be my embrace now

2008-10-06T03:34:00.000-07:00

On a night like tonight
you saved my life
Red and green
wet shoes slip on refracted lights

Running faster than my legs can take me
Shouting louder than my lungs allow me

Why, as the rivers run
Still got time for someone
Be my embrace now
Be my embrace now

Because I like sharing funny videos

2008-09-21T08:33:00.001-07:00

You know, the exams and assessments period is always so conducive to procrastination.

Here's my 2am rant for the week:

Every now and then, I feel ever so slightly awkward for supporting Barack Obama - not because he's not the sheer physical representation of all the ideals that America should be striving for, but because I'm not an American citizen - so you know, people ask - 'why should you care who wins?'

But the thing is - I may not be an American citizen but I am a citizen of the world. And America's non-compulsory voting system makes me wish that for every ignorant person who chooses to forgo their right to vote, someone else around the world who believes in the idea of democracy and who actually cares where the planet is going, gets to have a say instead.

And my two cents worth on Sarah Palin - don't refuse to vote for her because of her personal affairs - however judgmental you may be about teen pregnancy. No, if you're not going to vote for her - make sure it is because she's anti-gay marriage, anti abortion rights, anti-women's rights, that she is going to send America into war against Russia if it pulls another Georgia and that she made rape victims pay for their own forensic examinations (Rape kit? wtf. I have no more words).

So in celebration of the notion that YES, WE CAN to opportunity and prosperity and that YES, WE CAN to justice and equality, here's a clip to really drive the point home.

John McCain getting Rick Rolled?! It don't get no better than this, baby!

Sunday

2008-09-21T08:25:00.002-07:00

When I'm with you, I am calm
A pearl in your oyster
Head on my chest a silent smile
A private kind of happiness
You see giant proclamations
Are all very well
But our love is louder than words

-Bloc Party

Don't be so small

2008-09-16T04:37:00.000-07:00

I am mature.
I tell myself this on a regular basis.
As I breathe.
As I shake my fist at the skys and self mockingly shout out "Serenity now!"

Things that are outside of my control, don't need to be in my control.
I tell myself this. Most days I might even believe it.
I. AM. OK.
I am capable of seeing the big picture.
I don't need to give someone the ability to steal my sunshine, ruin my day, or hurt me. I don't owe you or anyone else -- anything.

So my little embittered friend - yes your words stung a little but that's okay. In the grand scheme of things, we all know who has won here. The bruises you've tried to cause didn't leave the slightest mark.
I think I've come out on top and if I didn't hate you so much, I would even thank you for the serendipitous moment you unwittingly created.

I guess for lack of any other forum to say these words to you - I just want you to know I'm really truly happy.

The words unspoken

2008-09-09T20:06:00.000-07:00

when you're not here...

But onto better things...

2008-09-08T07:02:00.000-07:00

En somme, si j’ai compris,
Sans amour dans la vie,
Sans ses joies, ses chagrins,
On a vécu pour rien?

Lucky

2008-08-11T05:29:00.000-07:00

They don't know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I'll wait for you I promise you, I will

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky we're in love every way

Jason Mraz - every bit the heart throb I thought he'd be. T'was an awesome concert :)

So tell me...

2008-08-02T03:04:00.000-07:00

Why are goodbyes always so hard?

不要说再见，
因为我忘不掉我们的故事.

My saving grace

2008-07-16T22:45:00.000-07:00

You help me live.
You soak through the skin of my days,
it’s wonderful, torturous, transcendent all at once.

Postcards

2008-07-08T09:29:00.000-07:00

Here's a nerdy little confession: I used to collect postcards. I know - I'm a self-professed dag when it comes to teen obsessions. I also had a coin and stamp collection - but I'll save those stories for another day.

Anyways, I'm doing a massive overhaul of my room at the moment which means I'm cleaning just about every inch of my room (hence the dust-busting at 1am). In this process, I stumbled upon my old postcard collection - my favourite postcard is this one written in 1910. The slanting half French-half English in beautiful italic pencil is divine. There's another one that has the entire Seinfeld cast photographed with the words "No Soup For You" written beneath it. Needless to say, another favourite of mine.

And tonight, as I was sifting through all this ancient junk, I found this gem of a postcard that I didn't even realise I had. It's a plain postcard with nothing but colourful gradient shading on one side and on the other side, it reads:

"Zwischen Schwarz und Weiß gibt es mehr Farben als ein Mensch sich vorstellen kann"

which means...."Between black and white, there are more colours than the human mind can imagine."

What lovely inspiration to carry forth on my interior decorating adventure :)

Just say when...

2008-07-07T08:04:00.000-07:00

"Somewhere in this world there exists an exceptional philosopher named Florie Rotondo.
The other day I came across one of her ruminations printed in a magazine devoted to the writing of schoolchildren. It said:

If I could do anything, I would go to the middle of our planet, Earth, and seek uranium, rubies, and gold. I'd look for Unspoiled Monsters. Then I'd move to the country.
- Florie Rotondo, age 8

Florie, honey, I know just what you mean - even if you don't: how could you, age eight?
Because I have been to the middle of our planet; at any rate, have suffered the tribulations such a journey might inflict. I have searched for uranium, rubies, and gold and en route, have observed others in these pursuits. And listen, Florie - I have met Unspoiled Monsters! Spoiled ones, too. But the unspoiled variety is the rara avis: white truffles compared to black; bitter wild asparagus as opposed to garden-grown. The one thing I haven't done is move to the country."

....................

"So good night. Good night Mr. and Mrs America and all the ships at sea - in whatever sea you're sinking. And a very special goodnight to that wise philosopher Florie Rotondo, age eight. Florie - and I mean this, honey - I hope you never reached the interior of the planet Earth, never discovered uranium, rubies and Unspoiled Monsters. With all my heart, what there is of it, I hope you moved to the country and lived there happily ever after."

I love how Truman Capote teaches a lesson or two on the beauty of cashing out early. But not everyone can fight greed or the delicious wickedness of pausing for the "but wait.... there's more!!" catch cry. And who can really blame those weaker-willed beings who succumb to the taste of wanting more - whether it is found in the form of fame, fortune or some other private measure of success, because we're all familiar with the delirious emotional high in that moment where we think we can conquer the world.

Anyways, not really making any grand proclamations. Just trying to give myself a reminder of sorts, I suppose. In other news! the dust buster is my friend :) Nothing like vacuuming at 1.25am .....ahh, I do believe I'm starting to go a little crazy in this old age.

Million miles

2008-07-03T04:48:00.000-07:00

You're a million miles from here

But absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Head far away

2008-06-29T01:23:00.000-07:00

I was looking over the drafts of my year 12 major work the other day and found all the ancient pieces of paper filled with scattered sentences. I stumbled upon this particular paragraph and now I have the urge to fly to Tokyo.

Like a fine sheet of velvety violet, the sky hung above the city repelled by the sheer glare of the neon, the energetic pulsating rhythms of life that danced below.
Row after row, the strings of celestial sparks lined the district of Harajuku, lighting a stretched path to the distant horizon. The air was chilled crisp and crackled with the thin fragility of dry ice. Vague movements of the anonymous darkness along the sidewalks flowed and the decibels of energy, oscillated like sound waves.

Tokyo was awake once again.

In search of fantastic songs

2008-06-20T18:46:00.000-07:00

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

- A Fine Frenzy

When this is over

2008-06-19T04:05:00.000-07:00

One more to go. Sweet freedom is so tantalisingly close.

xoxo

2008-06-13T18:16:00.000-07:00

LAST NIGHT.

consisted of:
+ hugs and kisses (and quite possibly a few licks too)
+ drunken tomfoolery
+ bonding over talks of hypnosis and tantra
+ being chatted up by way too many Scot's and Irishmen
+ giggles - lots and lots and lots of giggles
+ forgetting the fact that I have exams and that you're going back so soon.....

Awww....just like the good old times.

Sanz, I'll miss you when you're gone.

Loving the feeling

2008-06-12T04:45:00.000-07:00

Since feeling is first

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

-E.E.Cummings

Demons out of the cave

2008-06-12T03:50:00.000-07:00

One last time and that's it.

Pour toi

2008-06-09T01:53:00.000-07:00

Alice Smith - Dream

When I wake up in the morning time
I like to see you sleeping by my side
I think about the nights we had before
Wanna give you this and more
Let you know I truly adore you
I need to be everything you see in your dreams

And I'll be there to love you each and every night
and all through the day

Dreams

2008-06-08T18:52:00.000-07:00

OMG. DEEP DISH WAS IN SYDNEY YESTERDAY AND I WASN'T THERE?!?? WTF!!!

Dancing

2008-06-06T23:23:00.000-07:00

I let go
But I cling
To a love I've never seen
Give me faith
It feels like I just opened the doors
I steal, although
Nothing ever comes for free

This world is watching me
This world is watching me

Life lesson

2008-06-02T07:35:00.000-07:00

Stop the self saboteur.

In all new things there is fear.
There is comfort to be sought in the sameness of routine, of small windows through which we choose to see the world.
Looking out that same small window, it's hard to see that you are growing within the walls and that those walls can quickly cage you.

So stop saying 'no', stop butchering your 'maybes' and be willing to say a hearty yes to whatever comes your way.

Climb out the window. You'll find that things are a little brighter.

Alone, we float

2008-05-31T18:21:00.000-07:00

Upon our own wooden raft,
the night,
celestial canvas of the deepest blue
littered with the twinkling
of far away neon signs
and distant city lights,
shelter us.
The wind now stops,
for we're in a bubble.
And alone,
upon this wooden raft,
we float.

Goodbye Deckard

2008-05-28T20:35:00.000-07:00

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.

- Roy, Blade Runner 1982

The Donnas

2008-05-25T03:12:00.000-07:00

The Donnas absolutely rocked it last night at the Enmore Theatre. Aaaaamazing stuff. And can I say, that beyond a shadow of doubt, there is nothing - NOTHING - sexier than a cool female guitarist doing her thing up on stage.

Oh, Allison Robertson. MARRY ME!!

Bill Henson

2008-05-20T01:19:00.000-07:00

Back in 2005, I had the privilege of viewing a retrospective collection of Bill Henson's work in the Art Gallery of NSW. The massive exhibition expanded across 10 rooms and I remember thinking at the time how beautiful and surreal the images seemed. The way he captures the vulnerability and fragility of adolescence on camera, making it appear so transient- like wispy, soft, ghostly smudges across the canvas of youth.

Bill Henson's work is on display again at Roslyn Oxley 9 gallery between 22nd May - 21st June. I'm getting excited!!

Anyone else wanna come? :)

Update:

TRAGIC!!! I just heard on the news that a little over half of Bill Henson's work at the gallery have been removed for publication of indecent article. Apparently a Victorian girl photographed naked in one of his works was only 13 years old at the time. There is now an investigation underway in Melbourne regarding the girl and her parents.

I must admit that there is a question of divided loyalty, being both a law student and ardent art lover. However, I've concluded that despite the 5 years of propounding the Rule of law and despite my genuine view that laws, though harsh at times, are there for a reason and without legal systems, we would exist in chaos, I fail to see the necessity of removing and confiscating these artworks. Bill Henson has absolutely amazing works of art, none of which are done in poor taste or remotely resemble (dare I even utter this) child pornography.

I can't believe charges are being laid not only on Bill Henson but on Roselyn Oxen. As an art curator, I can only imagine her outrage at this. I'm not denying the obvious room for debate here - I mean, a 13 year old girl photographed naked clearly cannot always be legitimised simply in the name of art. But then where do we draw the line? And how far can we push the moral boundaries in which we exist?

This hole in the wall

2008-05-19T06:27:00.000-07:00

"How unfair that Klemmer lives but doesn't practice enough, while Schubert is dead. Erika Kohut insults a man from whom she nevertheless desires love. She unwisely thrashes away at him, nasty words booming under the membrane of her palate, on the hide of her tongue.
In the morning, Erika peers into a mirror, but can't see her eyes because of the fall of the folds. She gapes and gawks at her reflection, but the image doesn't improve.
Man and woman once again face each other, paralyzed in a struggle."

- Piano Teacher, Elfriede Jelinek

The ebb and flow in life push in uneven waves and toss us in ephemeral emotional furor. What a dramatic week it's been.

pitter patter

2008-05-11T05:51:00.000-07:00

I sat on the cold wooden floor in front of the glass door that led out to our balcony - eating a cookie, watching the rain. The whole world seemed to glow with a new vitality - luridly, greener, more vigorous than anything drapped in sun, before. The red tiles that lined the surface of the concrete seemed to move beneath the murmuring puddles - as if disturbed, shifting from a deep sleep. Each leaf on the nearby flowers and trees glistened in it's own tone. And the sky's own versatility....it's perpetual unrest.

I don't know...there's a sense of strangeness in the days going by.

Looking in the rear view mirror

2008-05-11T05:39:00.000-07:00

Like the saying goes, hindsight is always 20/20.

Then and now

2008-05-07T06:20:00.000-07:00

In my corrupted dreams and confessions.
It was quick lithe tempos
And cymbal slashing heart beats.
Chrome tipped hot passion
Sweat stained arc welding
Rhythmic rationale with Yeates overtones
Liquid glass over clenched fists.
It was love at it's glorious peak.
And it was mine.

The Office

2008-04-28T07:00:00.001-07:00

"I'm not kidding. I got it a week after we went out"

I just know I'll cry the episode Jim proposes to Pam.

Such great heights

2008-04-27T06:13:00.000-07:00

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled head
When you're away when I am missing you to death

When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly. You will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home

I first discovered Postal Service from some Californian girl's blog. And though this was the first song I ever heard from them, it's still my favourite.

Flicking through the past today.....it's like nothing's changed but everything's different now.

YES WE CAN!

2008-04-21T01:14:00.000-07:00

I'm never one to tell people how their political views ought to be inclined. But this video is just too awesome not to share.

If you can't see the following clip, visit www.yeswecansong.com

It's amazing who will.i.am was able to get together for this short clip and how he managed to piece it all together in a matter of only 2 days.

This video is pure inspiration. Not even the most stoic Hillary supporters can deny the fact that this is an amazing video, an uplifting message and a sign of a greater future for America.

Good luck is a'blowing my way

2008-04-11T23:01:00.000-07:00

I never thought I'd see them again.....

but there they were, hiding at the bottom of my bed cabinet drawer.

My precious Lucky matchsticks!

10 ups and downs

2008-04-03T03:12:00.001-07:00

5 things I'm loving right now:

the faint soapy smell that lingers on your skin moments after you leave the shower
mastering new funky salsa moves
my new charcoal beret. c'est tres frenchy!
the honey coloured sky as dusk settles in
that time in the afternoon when the street lights go on, one by one, while the silhouette of the trees slowly begin to leave their shadowy imprint on the world.

5 things I'm hating right now:

the temporal uncertainty of the end
unreliable people who fail to pull their weight's worth in uni group work!
being disappointed in others
being disappointed in myself
how there's not enough hours in a day

Behind that rock

2008-03-31T03:23:00.000-07:00

Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know
Yeah we're feeling so good

Doing the things that we shouldn't do
Into a place where thoughts can bloom
Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon

'Cause it's nine in the afternoon
And your eyes are the size of the moon
You could, 'cause you can, so you do
We're feeling so good, just the way that we do

-Panic at the Disco

Let's make this always a forever

2008-03-25T20:03:00.000-07:00

So, taking a break from bouncing emails back and forth from my lecturer and the endless troll through news publication databases, I decided to visit Kurt Halsey's website to check up on what new things he's got up and not surprisingly, I have rediscovered the beauty of his drawings - coupling cute doodles with poignant phrases plucked from the bountiful tree of experience.
His work makes me love being in love, even for all the pain love can cause.

Such bitter sweet nostalgia.

No Doubt

2008-03-24T17:08:00.000-07:00

Rediscovering old songs....

You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts

In other news, I have this song looping in my head. It goes "something something baby....something something crazy" haha. I don't know - any ideas?

Make it hott

2008-03-17T19:07:00.000-07:00

Uffie bought us 'Pop The Glock' a while back and sure, her bubblegum chants aren't for everyone but I've recently discovered a more electro Crystal Castle mash up of Make it Hott and it's the shiznit!!

Click here for audio candy.

These silly words are....

2008-03-17T04:14:00.000-07:00

Turning my world upside down.

The Perry Bible Fellowship

2008-03-12T03:04:00.001-07:00

This never fails to cheer me up.

Ahhh, the genius that is Nicholas Gurewitch.

Future Music Festival was.....

2008-03-10T16:19:00.000-07:00

FRIGGIN'
AWESOME!!!

Red aviators say hi

A pipe burst causing a fountain of gushing water

Famous arena in pink

And then in blue

Main stage - Chemical Brothers

I love this pic. I look like I'm having fun.

God's kitchen at the end

Listening to the dial tone

2008-03-03T05:14:00.000-08:00

Cleaning can be such a cathartic process.

You streamline everything by annihilating anything that's dirty, dusty or useless. You get to ritualistically take all your anger out on the floor, the table tops, that ceramic stone bust that's always so friggin hard to scrub clear. And you clean and clean and clean until every bit of dirt and debris is stripped of its right to exist.

(But I still hate you)

Uni resumes

2008-03-01T23:53:00.000-08:00

9 o'clock morning starts again.

Curse thee, damn body and thy 4-hours-behind regulated schedule.

Tonight, I definitely shall try and hit the hay while it's still a late pm rather than an early am.

Making waves

2008-02-29T22:52:00.000-08:00

So I finally summoned up the courage to get that long awaited perm and although it's not quite the wind-swept, bed-tousled, sexy curly effect I was after, it'll do for now.

Moving with direction

2008-02-26T07:54:00.000-08:00

This is the beginning, I know.
Of a long lost and unmarked road
My laces are new and tight.
Fresh sneakers, shiny, white.
And that unconscious bite on your lip
once you’ve heard that gun pop go.

And it’s like all new things
the morning light that filter between the shades
first whispers and soft cadences
of new songs with purple rhythms
plump and full like concord grapes
that surprise you with a soft pop
as you lick them down your throat.

I love how fresh starts are always so pregnant with possibilities.

C'est tres bon

2008-01-28T06:23:00.000-08:00

Season 3 - Episode 13 "The Return"

Q: Do you still have feelings for her?
The "yes" that comes out of Jim's mouth is just sheer ecstasy.

Ahhh the Jim and Pam tension gets me going every time.

Le Noveau

2008-01-28T02:25:00.000-08:00

Moving on is a natural state propelled by time and a box full of emotional bandaids.
Finally, the old becomes forgotten as the last of the faded worn baggages is left on the steps of the last train stop.

Welcoming a new blog for 2008.

Hip hip hurrah.