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floodplains19 July 2008 @ 02:07 am
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19 July 2008 @ 02:21 pm
Freight by Peter Armstrong
Freight by Peter Armstrong
The brave days of aviation!
Saint-Exupery, delerious
poet of a night atmosphere
turbulent and dangerous as black waves
fragmenting like safety-glass
on Viking dragon heads
went back to it smiling.
No camera unfortunately
to witness him huddled
there in the shuddering cockpit
counting his chances
with compass broken
and a sinking fuel meter,
only his own wild prose
to recreate the fear, the sing
of overstressed rigging wires.
But what photographs are
of similiar frail aircraft
with grinning (thumbs up!) pilots
wrestling them into the air
as if their own muscle
show often a taut windsock
as an eblem of brash confidence.
Something, perhaps
the ambiguity of adrenaline,
near love in watching
the wood and canvas wings
shake as the motor
stuttered into life
made such men seem fools:
Lindberg, who watched red-eyed
as the wrinkled Atlantic unrolled
for hours, too near
while flying under a storm,
Parer and M'intosh who crashed
their was from England to Australia,
arriving with one pint of petrol,
Allock and Brown, who
walked to an Irish village,
their plane upended in a peat-bog...
The dreaming travellers
slumped like mailbags
stir fretfully,
Somewhere, a match flickers,
a cigarette, a cough.
A sigh:
a shadow
like a man with arms outstretched
in permanently drugged sleep
passes over the earth,
many times
as a matter of routine.
From the book Children of Albion: Poetry of the 'Underground' in Britain (circa 1969). Found it at a charity shop - had to practically wrench it out of someone else's hands.
18 July 2008 @ 10:39 pm
not personal; still cute.
i was at my grandparents house with my parents having dinner, and afterward we went into the living room to watch tv and talk. and my grandparents love jeapordy, so they turned it on. my grandma would guess an answer before the people on the show did, and would never get it right. but after the right answer was told, she'd say, everytime, "oh that was my first guess, but i just didn't say it." and my grandpa just kept saying "i know mary, i know."
it sounds ridiculous. but it was so cute. they're eighty years old and he still loves her enough to give her everything she wants.
so simple.
i was at my grandparents house with my parents having dinner, and afterward we went into the living room to watch tv and talk. and my grandparents love jeapordy, so they turned it on. my grandma would guess an answer before the people on the show did, and would never get it right. but after the right answer was told, she'd say, everytime, "oh that was my first guess, but i just didn't say it." and my grandpa just kept saying "i know mary, i know."
it sounds ridiculous. but it was so cute. they're eighty years old and he still loves her enough to give her everything she wants.
so simple.
19 July 2008 @ 03:29 am
dedicated to dresses and only dresses. am sorry if its boring as i like it plain and simple, black and white. enjoy.
p.s.: feel free to comment.
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18 July 2008 @ 06:53 pm
Mister Pip, Lloyd Jones
My mum's prayer meetings were drawing more and more people. God would help us. We just needed to pray more. A prayer was like a tickle. Sooner or later God would have to look down to see what was tickling his bum.
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exhausted18 July 2008 @ 03:44 pm
Burned like the ruby fire set
In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine,
Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate,
Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet
With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.
from "In the Gold Room" by Oscar Wilde.
18 July 2008 @ 09:12 pm
Hundred Secret Senses; Amy Tan
"Memory, seeing, hearing, feeling, all come together, then you know something true in your heart"
"Hundred Secret Senses"
Amy Tan
"Hundred Secret Senses"
Amy Tan
18 July 2008 @ 11:39 am
My friend and I have this relationship where were super close but we also secretly like eachother and never do anything about it..haha he said this to me:
I'm going to marry you one day. And we'll have beautiful skinned, dark haired kids with a supportive dad and a beautiful, loving mother. ..
it made me so happy :)
he's going to be a doctor, i'm going to be a nurse. haha
19 July 2008 @ 12:36 am
Bang went the gun.
19 July 2008 @ 01:22 am
In a single word...
*sighs*18 July 2008 @ 08:52 am
Mischa Barton by Steven Klein for BEBE ad campaigns
18 July 2008 @ 10:33 pm
Light speed!
Let us commemorate this hour, when Gayle is the only person in her immediate family in Singapore.
My mom and sister are touching down soon from Taiwan (Heard they bought a lot of things for me!!), and my dad's on the plane to Kolkata now.
Come on, all you robbers. Perfect timing.
Anyway, school has been downright bad. SS test (Though it wasn't really a test, since you don't normally know the question in advance, or have your teacher telling you how to answer the question.) + Physics SPA + E Math test today. Not fun at all.
Happy birthday to Nicole yesterday! And happy brithday to Marie tomorrow!
Nichole (Hahaha), glad you liked the thing I made on behalf of your favouritest people in the world (I hope) though it isn't really complete... :) Much lurrrrrrve!
Omg, I replied a msg a whopping one hour ago, and when I just turned to check my phone wondering about the lack of response, I REALISED THAT THE MSG WASN'T SENT. Thank you, O Great Receptionless Room.
Important things to do tonight:
1. Lit. GWS is so going to kill me.
(I just had a random thought: If I became a teacher, touch wood, what would the students call me... As in behind my back HAHA. Gayle Ow is a bit strange... Okay, get a life, Gayle.)
2. Get permission for dinner with the gang for Nicole's belated birthday celebration (I am still very indignant about this..)
3. Decide what to bring for cell tomorrow
I have only 1h15min left of 'tonight'. Tick, tick, tick. (That felt very Joan-ish HAHA, no offence, dude!)
Current favourite drink: A&W Root Beer. Yum.
August:
Prelims
Ma's birthday
Season finale of Private Practice, apparently
That strange English thing that lasts for 3+h
Okay, that's it. I HAVE to complete at leats 3/4 of Lit before my mom and sister gets back and I get so very distracted!!
So little time!!
(Remember that Mary-Kate and Ashley series of books...)
My mom and sister are touching down soon from Taiwan (Heard they bought a lot of things for me!!), and my dad's on the plane to Kolkata now.
Come on, all you robbers. Perfect timing.
Anyway, school has been downright bad. SS test (Though it wasn't really a test, since you don't normally know the question in advance, or have your teacher telling you how to answer the question.) + Physics SPA + E Math test today. Not fun at all.
Happy birthday to Nicole yesterday! And happy brithday to Marie tomorrow!
Nichole (Hahaha), glad you liked the thing I made on behalf of your favouritest people in the world (I hope) though it isn't really complete... :) Much lurrrrrrve!
Omg, I replied a msg a whopping one hour ago, and when I just turned to check my phone wondering about the lack of response, I REALISED THAT THE MSG WASN'T SENT. Thank you, O Great Receptionless Room.
Important things to do tonight:
1. Lit. GWS is so going to kill me.
(I just had a random thought: If I became a teacher, touch wood, what would the students call me... As in behind my back HAHA. Gayle Ow is a bit strange... Okay, get a life, Gayle.)
2. Get permission for dinner with the gang for Nicole's belated birthday celebration (I am still very indignant about this..)
3. Decide what to bring for cell tomorrow
I have only 1h15min left of 'tonight'. Tick, tick, tick. (That felt very Joan-ish HAHA, no offence, dude!)
Current favourite drink: A&W Root Beer. Yum.
August:
Prelims
Ma's birthday
Season finale of Private Practice, apparently
That strange English thing that lasts for 3+h
Okay, that's it. I HAVE to complete at leats 3/4 of Lit before my mom and sister gets back and I get so very distracted!!
So little time!!
(Remember that Mary-Kate and Ashley series of books...)
18 July 2008 @ 10:45 am
my friend & i met when he was 15 & i was 16. now he's turning 21 & i'm turning 22. after not seeing each other for 3 years or so, we've started doing the same silly stuff we did when we were in high school.
we were talking about when we first met and both disagreed on when it was (though i know i'm right hehe).
he said: "it doesn't really matter how bad my memory is or where and when we met. what matters is that we did & you're sitting next to me right now."
:)
we were talking about when we first met and both disagreed on when it was (though i know i'm right hehe).
he said: "it doesn't really matter how bad my memory is or where and when we met. what matters is that we did & you're sitting next to me right now."
:)
19 July 2008 @ 12:37 am
a myspace comment from a friend i met through the internet.
she commented on my photo.
"Aa! My beautiful Angie! <33"
doesn't sound much, but no one's really ever called me beautiful before.
And in the library today, I was studying with this Irish man who could speak French fluently.
I had a bunch of questions in English and I had to translate them into French. (he was supposed to cus i asked him to but surprisingly, i had to) i was scared. and i started to write. with him guiding me through and after i've finished. he said
"She's fantastic! That's great. Do you take French? (to my friend) Well, she's great at it. Congratulations." then he shook my hand XD.
it made me proouuud :] cus i always thought i sucked at French cus i used to don't get the verbs and all.
But he was complimenting me, and I don't even know him. (I asked for help from the librarians and they sent me him).
I just beamed :D
she commented on my photo.
"Aa! My beautiful Angie! <33"
doesn't sound much, but no one's really ever called me beautiful before.
And in the library today, I was studying with this Irish man who could speak French fluently.
I had a bunch of questions in English and I had to translate them into French. (he was supposed to cus i asked him to but surprisingly, i had to) i was scared. and i started to write. with him guiding me through and after i've finished. he said
"She's fantastic! That's great. Do you take French? (to my friend) Well, she's great at it. Congratulations." then he shook my hand XD.
it made me proouuud :] cus i always thought i sucked at French cus i used to don't get the verbs and all.
But he was complimenting me, and I don't even know him. (I asked for help from the librarians and they sent me him).
I just beamed :D
18 July 2008 @ 01:37 pm
"...so many good memories of you even tho i barely see you, you brighten up my day sometimes just seeing you and having you make me laugh..."
stumbled upon it on my friend's journal (he'd written it about me) :)
stumbled upon it on my friend's journal (he'd written it about me) :)
18 July 2008 @ 08:21 pm
Love Sonnet XI
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair,
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
- Pablo Neruda
18 July 2008 @ 05:55 pm
Green eyed monster.
1. No more SPA 8D Couldn't have been more relieved!!!!!!!
2. Yasmin says i'm a klutz :(
Be my stress reliever? :)
I wish i could scream and bawl it all out, but would it help?
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hot17 July 2008 @ 11:40 pm
17 July 2008 @ 11:40 pm
