spinning top made a sound,

I've a Favourite.

2009-12-25T10:21:48Z

her_immaginare @ 2009-12-13T17:20:00

2009-12-13T09:20:09Z

Breathe on me, breath of God,
fill me with life anew,
that I may love what thou dost love,
and do what thou wouldst do.

Breathe on me, breath of God,
until my heart is pure,
until with thee I will one will,
to do and to endure.

Breathe on me, breath of God,
till I am wholly thine,
till all this earthly part of me,
glows with thy fire divine.

Breathe on me, breath of God,
so shall I never die,
but live with thee the perfect life,
of thine eternity.

dance dance hide the tremor in your hand

2009-11-20T00:01:28Z

silly billy

2009-10-19T11:39:12Z

I miss the rain, and how it pelts heavily against the windows at night
while I lie cooped up, tucked away. Safe.

Surrender All

2009-10-11T13:43:43Z

Take all I am, Lord and all that I cling to
You are my Saviour, I owe everything to
Take all the treasures that lie in my storehouse
They cannot follow when I enter your house

So I surrender all to You
I surrender all

Take all my cravings for vain recognition
Fleshly indulgence and worldly ambition
I want so much Lord to make You the focus
To serve You in secret and never be noticed

So I surrender all to You
I surrender all

Take all my hunger for all that's forbidden
Every desire and sin I keep hidden
Search me and know me, I want to bring to You
A life that is holy
and sanctified through You

So I surrender all to You
I surrender all

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2009-08-22T17:10:59Z

B: reminded me of you

Good to know I'm in your thoughts! (however misleading this may look)

her_immaginare @ 2009-08-23T00:37:00

2009-08-22T14:40:10Z

And one day we will write it otherwise, that he would not come, that he stayed, or chose the sparkling ones, or went out again onto the moors to live free of fate, if such can be. But you must know now, that it turned out as it must turn out, must you not? Such is the power of necessity in tales.

Possession, A.S. Byatt

high of 29 during winter, what should i wear?!

2009-08-18T01:04:47Z

So guess what I woke up at eight to make my ten o'clock only to arrive early to see other students there with powerpoint slides of graphs instead of Yeats, then I came to realise my class actually, essentially, had always and still does, start at noon. Champion.

not Transformers, not Harry Potter...

2009-08-18T01:02:33Z

but Coraline in 3D! Too bad one can't use them as sunglasses.

the last of the visitors

2009-08-06T06:03:04Z

Has it really been two years?
we wondered as we sat on the bench in the middle of Martin Place.

(a clocktower hovers)

Me and the Old Man spoke for hours; an exchange.
By the third hour, as midnight approached, winter dipped and kneecaps froze.
Why, you ask? Well, it shall be something to remember this conversation by.

Fleeting moments, you said.

We are floating beings caught in fleeting worlds with fleeting moments.

Within another moment,
a slight shift of the minute's hand brought the next day.

We went back to beings afloat, uprooted. Our fleeting moment fled.

her_immaginare @ 2009-08-03T21:28:00

2009-08-03T12:05:42Z

Nino is late. Amelie can only see two explanations.

One, he didn't get the photo. Two, before he could assemble it, a gang of bank robbers took him hostage. The cops gave chase. They got away but he caused a crash. When he came to, he'd lost his memory. An ex-con picked him up, mistook him for a fugitive and shipped him to Istanbul. There he met some Afghan raiders who took him to steal some Russian warheads. But their truck hit a mine in Tajikistan. He survived, took to the hills and became a Mujaheddin. Amelie refuses to get upset for a guy who'll eat borscht all his life in a hat like a tea cozy.

Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain

Rock of Ages

2009-08-02T11:46:03Z

Rock of ages, cleft for me
Hide me now, my refuge be
Let the water and the blood
From Your wounded side which flowed
Be for sin the double cure
Cleanse me from its guilt and power

Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil Your law's demands
Could my zeal for respite know
Could my tears forever flow
All for sin could not atone
You must save, and You alone

Nothing in my hand I bring
Simply to Your cross I cling
Naked, come to You for dress
Helpless, look to You for grace
Stained by sin, to You I cry
Wash me Saviour, or I die

While I draw this fleeting breath
When my eyelids close in death
When I soar through realms unknown
Bow before Your judgment throne
Hide me then, my refuge be
Rock of ages, cleft for me

Pistachio

2009-07-29T10:46:07Z

Sit down, and fire away. I know it's tricky when you're feeling low,
when you feel like your flavour has gone
the way of a pre-shelled pistachio.
I know you're weighed down, fed up with your heavy boots
laced with melancholy notions all your own.

I do- like sugar- tend toward the brittle and sticky when spun
and I know my demeanour has gone
the way of a photo left out in the sun,
so I try to keep myself in lilies and flax seeds
and what a folly, fooling just yourself.

Sit down and smoke away, I wouldn't knock it til you're in them shoes,
and I know that our subtlety blows away as a blush it gives way to a bruise,
but seemly we'd freely pay the trade off,
a dry rot to take the weight off
and swap the boots for red shoes.

- Lisa Hannigan

INNER SMILE!

2009-07-28T14:17:47Z

Ocean Eyes

2009-07-28T14:00:17Z

'She had a stare that stretched to infinity. She was, in that moment, not my mother but something separate from me. I looked at what I had never seen as anything but Mom and saw the soft powdery skin of her face- powdery without makeup- soft without help. Her eyebrows and eyes were a set-piece together. "Ocean Eyes", my father called her when he wanted one of her chocolate-covered cherries, which she kept hidden in the liquor cabinet as her private treat. And now I understood the name. I had thought it was because they were blue, but now I saw it was because they were bottomless in a way that I found frightening. I had an instinct then, not a developed thought, and it was that, before Holiday saw and smelled me, before the dewy mist hovering over the grass evaporated and the mother inside her woke as it did every morning, I should take a photograph with my new camera.

When the roll came back from the Kodak plant in a special heavy envelope, I could see the difference immediately. There was only one picture in which my mother was Abigail. It was that first one, the one taken of her unawares, the one captured before the click startled her into the mother of the birthday girl, owner of the happy dog, wife to the loving man, and mother again to another girl and a cherished boy. Homemaker. Gardener. Sunny neighbor. My mother's eyes were oceans, and inside them there was loss. I thought I had my whole life to understand them, but that was the only day I had. Once upon Earth I saw her as Abigail, and then I let it slip effortlessly back- my fascination held in check by wanting her to be that mother and envelop me as that mother.'

Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

PRONOUNCIATION, PEOPLE, PRONOUNCIATION

2009-07-25T16:38:42Z

Three isn't tree. Salmon is really Samon. Almond is really Ahmond. And plural for fruit is, Fruit!
My aussie friends are beginning to insert Haiyohs and Lahs where appropriate. It's very amusing both ways.

Manly in May

2009-07-18T06:30:00Z

Advert in the sky for Mother's Day (which was the nxt day)

visitors in recent months

2009-07-18T03:57:52Z

April

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May

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June

the irony of not going home this time : )

Brisbane

2009-07-17T07:48:09Z

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high of 14

2009-06-10T07:24:26Z

I know it's that time of the year,

when the numerous photos on my wall are all curled up along their four edges, sliding, dropping, hanging on,
because it's that time of the year when it is officially cold, and my darn sticky-tac just won't hold them up any longer.

Now I could take the time to stick them back up, (you know, all that sticky-tac hassle)
or wait till they shed like their dried and shrivelled counterparts on the branches outside,
and annoy my walking space so much so I'd just clear them walls and leave them bare.

Or I could just re-stick them.

Someone said that it's gonna be a warm winter this year. I wonder which part of warm or winter does he not get?
It's getting so cold that my tendency to hibernate under the sheets is pretty high,
and I'm feeling like a nap every single time,

all this, despite the fact that I've still got one assignment and two exams to go.

I'm hoping they serve something warm for dinner.

what's been ringing in my head these days...

2009-06-08T09:53:06Z

numbers

2009-05-25T14:00:53Z

One presentation, two friends arriving, three assignments due immediately after- spread over two days, (two papers), and four weeks of winter break. First things first, I can't wait to get that presentation done and over with. Well that's a first. Won't say it's the perfect ending to the semester. Worse, it only speeds up the process of getting there. But I forget why I'd like this to pass- it's not like there's much to look forward to after that. Much of my university life will soon be over in a jiffy. Crap, its nearly zero-zero: zero-zero hours. No time for that. Stick to the numbers.

the bucket list

2009-05-04T15:58:44Z

With a mere three hours of sleep, I dragged myself out of bed...

(Excuse my morning face.)

The weather didn't look too good at first, especially as we left the city where it started to pour.
But the weather was just right out in the far open!

Instructors leaped first...

Waiting on ground in a striking red jacket, visible from the top.

Finally they began jumping off one by one...

Here's Stanley's parachute in a distance- green and pink, he said!

No other training needed, except basic leap-off and landing positions.
And here's the 70 yr old man who got ready for the jump of his life. It was a birthday present from his family.

We went Go-Karting after that.

It was... heart thumping for me at every turn.
I promise you, I felt like I was gonna swing right out of my seat each time the kart swirved.

And I didn't know there was a break all the while, so I slammed head on into Stanley's kart at the end in an effort to stop.
No wonder everyone stared. I came in last nonetheless, and no one bothered racing me which I was glad for!

Okay, this sounds ridiculous but I was glad I was done in one piece!
(Yes I know I'm sucha scaredy-cat.)
But in my defence, I don't drive!

After all that adventure, we found ourselves in

far away from the city.

We were so tired we didn't talk after yumcha.

Inbox: TUESDAY STRIKE CALLED OFF, TUTORIALS WILL GO AHEAD

2009-04-30T15:36:03Z

Dear all,

Latest breaking news is that University management has indeed finally come to the party and has just signed a Memorandum of Understanding with the NTEU (staff union). As a result, Tuesday's strike has achieved its aim and has been CALLED OFF; hence, all Tuesday classes will go ahead and there will be no disruption to the planned Tuesday presentations.

Just goes to show the power of industrial action!

Best,
Louise

Darn, there goes the single most absolutely fabulous excuse for a day off school. I felt so revolutionary. ahahah

newsflash!

2009-04-29T15:20:50Z

#1. Uni goes on strike, May 5th. Classes are out. YAY.

#2. This conversation w Ben Kwek amused me so!

B: evening
T: night
B: almost morning
T: ok u win
B: cheers
T: funny
B: busy?
T: maybe
B: really...

#3. In other news,

SKYDIVING tmr morning (well he is, not me) but I agreed to Go-Kart cos I wasn't, for the very dear life of me, going to agree to skydiving or the bungee. As if that's not crazy enough, I've gotta get up in 4hrs, at 5am to ensure that I'd be all ready and out the door by 6am, meet him at maccas at 615am, then catch that bus out to skydive by 7am. I'm more worried about how c-c-cold the morning will be, not quite the fact that I might have troubles waking up in the first place.