Never in my life have I seen anything more beautiful and pure than the full moon.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
the half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness.
The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness
Ready and poised to wax or wane;
A fire of pale desire in incompleteness,
Tending to pleasure or to pain:-
Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness
To perfect loss or perfect gain.
Half bitterness we know, we know half sweetness;
This world is all on wax, on wane:
When shall completeness round time's incompleteness,
Fulfilling joy, fulfilling pain?-
Lo, while we ask, life rolleth on in fleetness
To finished loss or finished gain.
by: Christina Rossetti
This selection perfectly captures the view of the moon through the eyes of mine. I enjoy reading it from time to time. Falling back on the words that whisper from the pages. All so true and convincing. I wish you may enjoy it as well.
Ready and poised to wax or wane;
A fire of pale desire in incompleteness,
Tending to pleasure or to pain:-
Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness
To perfect loss or perfect gain.
Half bitterness we know, we know half sweetness;
This world is all on wax, on wane:
When shall completeness round time's incompleteness,
Fulfilling joy, fulfilling pain?-
Lo, while we ask, life rolleth on in fleetness
To finished loss or finished gain.
by: Christina Rossetti
This selection perfectly captures the view of the moon through the eyes of mine. I enjoy reading it from time to time. Falling back on the words that whisper from the pages. All so true and convincing. I wish you may enjoy it as well.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Hate Lines of BOREDOM
The classes that are strictly taking notes from a teacher talking in circles while those people called your pupils poke fun at the inconsistency of the class are the WORST. The teacher giving a break is an unheard of thought traveling through listless minds forced to absorb information. Desperate attempts to make our blood circulate again are sought after. One such attempt is a simple task in disguise: blowing the nose on your face. Feels like floating, as air reaches the underneath of our skirts. The Relief is wonderful.
The teacher takes discipline never. It is the quiet ones who suffer the droning voices of the outspoken fools. Once every thirteen classes we may possibly receive the inconceivable break from the monotony. We become animals and do not know what to do with ourselves as the change to breathe air again is so nonchalantly handed to us. Our bodies are entangled in our limbs as we rush to reach the door. “Few at a time,” mumbles the voice that causes such chaos. The unlucky ones must return to their pieces of metal and plastic fashioned as a “desk,” as the fortunate smirk.
The clock on the wall is a common rendezvous of the eyes. We have better places to be and better things to do with the time we call our life. At each glance, the miniscule second hand moves its slowest. Looking anywhere but the main focus of the room, otherwise known as a slate of board nailed to the wall, causes one to notice things. Those cracks are uneven. The colours are awful.
Our attention is called to scribble down the homework we will never even look at, let alone think about. These classes are even more torturing when they occur as the end of seven hours called a school day. They last forever, with no hope of rescue or escape in sight. We are stranded in a world of unknown meaning.
this was written in geometry class while i was persistently not doing my geometry homework.
The teacher takes discipline never. It is the quiet ones who suffer the droning voices of the outspoken fools. Once every thirteen classes we may possibly receive the inconceivable break from the monotony. We become animals and do not know what to do with ourselves as the change to breathe air again is so nonchalantly handed to us. Our bodies are entangled in our limbs as we rush to reach the door. “Few at a time,” mumbles the voice that causes such chaos. The unlucky ones must return to their pieces of metal and plastic fashioned as a “desk,” as the fortunate smirk.
The clock on the wall is a common rendezvous of the eyes. We have better places to be and better things to do with the time we call our life. At each glance, the miniscule second hand moves its slowest. Looking anywhere but the main focus of the room, otherwise known as a slate of board nailed to the wall, causes one to notice things. Those cracks are uneven. The colours are awful.
Our attention is called to scribble down the homework we will never even look at, let alone think about. These classes are even more torturing when they occur as the end of seven hours called a school day. They last forever, with no hope of rescue or escape in sight. We are stranded in a world of unknown meaning.
this was written in geometry class while i was persistently not doing my geometry homework.
Friday, January 11, 2008
ATTENTION:
LOST IS COMING. 21 DAYS.
The return is Thursday, January 31st on ABC.
Just a little recap of the past three seasons:
CHARLIE PACE IS THE BEST CHARACTER. HE WILL FOREVER LIVE IN MY HEART. Jack thinks he loves Juliet but he actually loves Kate who thinks she in return loves Jack but has entangled herself in Sawyer's body on multiple occasions because all Sawyer wants is sex. Locke is an absurd, could be diagnosed as insane, man who will inevitably save everyone from the island, not everyone from the people who are going to kill them. I bet Locke is a Taurus. Hurley is hurley and he will always be hurley. Sayid is NOT a terrorist. Boone should not have died in the first season because he had the most beautiful eyes. Claire's story line was over mid-second season. And Claire knows she's in love with Charlie (because who can resist?) Desmund..."Brother." Am I forgetting anyone? OOOH YES. All those extras that are always there and never do anything. Don't be fooled, they are not important. But wait, what about those two survivors Nikki and Paulo? Yes, them. They enjoyed the season three limelight for...two episodes was it? Then there is the elusive cloud of black smoke. It will be the end of season 64 when we finally know what it is!
The return is Thursday, January 31st on ABC.
Just a little recap of the past three seasons:
CHARLIE PACE IS THE BEST CHARACTER. HE WILL FOREVER LIVE IN MY HEART. Jack thinks he loves Juliet but he actually loves Kate who thinks she in return loves Jack but has entangled herself in Sawyer's body on multiple occasions because all Sawyer wants is sex. Locke is an absurd, could be diagnosed as insane, man who will inevitably save everyone from the island, not everyone from the people who are going to kill them. I bet Locke is a Taurus. Hurley is hurley and he will always be hurley. Sayid is NOT a terrorist. Boone should not have died in the first season because he had the most beautiful eyes. Claire's story line was over mid-second season. And Claire knows she's in love with Charlie (because who can resist?) Desmund..."Brother." Am I forgetting anyone? OOOH YES. All those extras that are always there and never do anything. Don't be fooled, they are not important. But wait, what about those two survivors Nikki and Paulo? Yes, them. They enjoyed the season three limelight for...two episodes was it? Then there is the elusive cloud of black smoke. It will be the end of season 64 when we finally know what it is!
But, I must tell the truth:
LOST, with all its plot flaws and lame attempts at surprising revival, is my favourite show.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
another note.
oooh yes and i forgot to mention...
happy 2008 and all of that.
the occasion doesn't really deserve the attention, it being just another year in my monotonous life. i hope you have more to live for!!
i have a few "of-the-year" items i would like to share also.
book: HAIRSTYLES OF THE DAMNED joe meno
movie: THE PRESTIGE
scent: WILD HONEYSUCKLE
element: EARTH (of course)
band: GOOD CHARLOTTE
TV show: LOST
drink: ANY TEVANA TEA
resturant: P. F. CHANGS
day: THE DAY BEFORE MY BIRHTDAY
vacation: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
shoes: VANS
happy 2008 and all of that.
the occasion doesn't really deserve the attention, it being just another year in my monotonous life. i hope you have more to live for!!
i have a few "of-the-year" items i would like to share also.
book: HAIRSTYLES OF THE DAMNED joe meno
movie: THE PRESTIGE
scent: WILD HONEYSUCKLE
element: EARTH (of course)
band: GOOD CHARLOTTE
TV show: LOST
drink: ANY TEVANA TEA
resturant: P. F. CHANGS
day: THE DAY BEFORE MY BIRHTDAY
vacation: LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
shoes: VANS
song of the moment.
song: WAR ON SOUND.
artist: MOONBABIES.
album: MOONBABIES AT THE BALLROOM.
genre: POP.
I bought this song off of iTunes. I found the band in the indies section and decided to explore and expand my library. This is one of those songs that I can listen to on repeat for at least an hour.
I AM NO LONGER GOOD-MUSIC DEPRIVED.
artist: MOONBABIES.
album: MOONBABIES AT THE BALLROOM.
genre: POP.
I bought this song off of iTunes. I found the band in the indies section and decided to explore and expand my library. This is one of those songs that I can listen to on repeat for at least an hour.
I AM NO LONGER GOOD-MUSIC DEPRIVED.
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