facebook rant

FAO FACEBOOK ADDICTS:You know who you are- the babble of girls and guys who sit in the silent study and look at facebook photos. You giggle at friend' profiles, your failure to stifle your laughter at photos makes my blood boil. I hate how you all just sit and make the world's loudest racket. I feel so frustrated, for heaven's sake, you must have seen these pictures a million and one times- you were here before me and even as I'm getting my things together to leave, you're still clicking away at random pictures.

It's amazing how they're EVERYWHERE. Jeez, I moved twice and like infesting cockroaches- they breed in the least likely places. It's just an innocent student typing away and all of a sudden, a huge swoop of super loud lads and girls will gather round on computer. 'Woahh, look at her!' I really have no sympathy for the profile owner either, it's your choice to advertise your life and not private the pictures or info.

Grr.

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i love her……so i fight for her. it is what lovers do. there is no dichotomy: lover or fighter? it is lover/fighter both. i fought to get her, so i fight to keep her while i’m with her. i do not understand those who fight only to get back what they have lost. you should have been fighting all along.

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ramblings at ridiculous school nights *sigh* 'school, I meant, I have uni tomorrow and I'm awake doing stupid things when I could be in bed.Silly mee.

I easily get addicted, it's a fact of my personality.
I'll hear a new song or see a something pretty and then just obsess over it til it's on my ipod/in my possession. And then, once I have acquired said obsessed thing, I immediately feel bored of it. It frightens me how quickly I don't want it. Am I the only one out there who feels this way?

On a completely unrelated note, what's with people blogging over 1000+ blog entries these days? I can barely read pages of my own essay, and now I find myself faced with l-o-n-g posts in my Reader. I just unsubscribed from those budding essayists, maybe I should just email them with my assignment questions?

Anyhow, it's nearly 2am and I've got way too much to do tomorrow.
Byeee <3

P.S we should have long titles, not long blog posts. Short attention span is my flaw.

beauty sleep

I hate it when you fall asleep before me,

and you're awake after I am.

Early worms taste horrid alone.

voices

Aren't we all a little afraid of not being able to say what we truly want to? There a these moments in life which slip us by, unspoken apologies or confrontations haunt us forever.


It's what I forgot to say that keeps creeping back to me. I'll be lying in the darkness, my mind the arena for the silent concert reverberating from my ipod ear phones, regret will simply sink in- no, it glides, I can just imagine it now being so elegant in its movement as it enters my thoughts.

Goodbyes have never been my forte and even when I let myself picture the scene, a little lump forms in my throat. Tears threaten to spill over and ruin my masquerade of nonchalance, indifference has been my mask and you've just let that disguise wash over you. I swallow, and then swallow once again because breathing can't take away the numbness anymore.

Before you walk away and ruin other perfect moments, give me the chance to say what needs to be said. Surely the months of agony, pain and broken promises have a given me the opportunity to speak up. Besides, your permission isn't needed, or so I tell myself.

signature scents

'Smell this'

My brother places his wrist under my nose, I inhale the scent and sigh:

'Woah, what is that?'

'Issey Miyake'

'Amazing'

One eye on the busy road, he starts telling me his thoughts on scents and perfumes in general. I can't remember the entire verbatim since keeps you on guard against his reckless way of driving. Anyhow, this what really stuck in my mind.

'Smells can really change your entire day. You might wake up feel so shitty and depressed, you spray yourself with a scent lingering and classy: voila! Your whole day's been changed into something more optimistic. Sometimes you've had a long day, exams keep you down and you just want to unwind: just SHOWER. You can get amazingly fragranced shower gels and they completely rejuvenate your mood, it's brilliant.

Some smells remind me of stuff, it's the classy, lingering smells which really make you realise how you associate smells with people and moments in your life. When other people smell this [Issey Miyake], they always remember me coz it's like having a signature smell and you'll always be remembered with that certain perfume. '

I just thought about what he said and thought I'd put it onto the interwebz- d'you agree with this? Is there a certain smell which reminds you of someone or a special place? And what's your take on signature smells, do you have one?

My all-time favourite is Nina Ricci, a friend gave it to me as a gift and it's lasted me for over a year. It's so beautifully packaged and the fragrance lingers leaving a really lasting impression on others, I've had mates say they remember me when they catch a whiff of it in passing.

me against the world

vanity/dressing up/sunny afternoons/brilliant lighting/

unabashed/lightness/solitude/happiness/freedom

I love playing dressing up- taking pictures and then editing them a little to make it look slightly better.

<33

//Superchick.

you're alive, celebrate it.

We sat inhaling liquorice flavoured hookah in the dim lit bedroom, you wowed me with your great antics at making flawless circles with the hazy smoke. The clouded, musky room lowered my guard as I softly whispered my secret fears. I felt your hand grab mine, the fingers entwined tightly promising me silent promises for tomorrow. It's that moment when I realised that nothing is forever and it's NOW we should live for.

Daisy chains always leave me frustrated, the stained green refuses to wash away from my clothes but sitting in the sun, so carefree, so utterly freed from the ropes of responsibilities just made it all worthwhile. I just let my mind sit immobilised, basking the bluest skies this grey city has ever witnessed. It's that moment when I realised that nothing is forever and it's NOW we should live for.

Umbrellas are up as the world is once again watered by the Gardener in heaven, furrowed brows and stringy hair bring an image of misery to most, but I refuse to stay melancholic. Torrents of raindrops drip off my books, I hold on firmly to my bag determined not to let the pages feel the dampness in vain. I flit and dance to skirt away from passing cars mercilessly driving through puddles splashing us lowly pedestrians. Despite the city's collective groan, I smile at the fickle mood of the weather. It's that moment when I realised that nothing is forever and it's NOW we should live for.

I type til my fingers are raw, little bubbles of inspiration flow sporadically through my fingers. A little flicker of light tells me I'm running out of time, life trickles out of my laptop but my mind refuses to quit this stream of words. Letters formulate words which bring forth carelessly constructed sentences. It's that moment when I realised that nothing is forever and it's NOW we should live for.

spring 2009

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I love this image, the way the guitar seems to seep through with colours, absolutely gorgeous.

I'm opting for the 'thousand words' are equated by a pretty picture blogpost this time. A consequence of my laziness which beautiful spring weather and the combination of assignment deadlines often brings.