Ken Lee - Bulgarian Idol (WITH ENGLISH TRANSLATION)

Bunch like some paper...

As politely as I can say this, screw you. 
Screw everything.
Apparently I only need to exist to you when required.

And that's enough of that, I shouldn't waste my breath on these things.

Dreams

Sometimes I wish I had someone to curl up into a ball with.

News Flash...

I'm not doing these exams

      they are doing me.

Thought of the day.

** News Updates **

• I finally bit the bullet and went for my driving test. I now have my P1 license (woooo!) but no car to drive. 
• We now have a female prime minister. Girl Power? Does it matter that she is female and has red hair? Did we care what colour Kevin Rudd's hair was?
• I am literally hanging for a holiday. 
• You can now buy free trade organic hot chocolate powder from woolworths. 

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** An after thought: Probably doesn't apply to general knowledge or the public in general, BUT, I need to do something about my eyebrows. (In lieu with today's prime minister's theme, apparently they appear to be like John Howard's....)

Sanity is optional

When sleep fails, try again, right?

My cupcakes that i tried to bake, from packet, taste disgusting. I've run out of cucake holder things.. patty cases. So i tried baking them in a non stick cupcake tray.

The funeral is going to be at the end of the week, maybe early next week.

I'm drinking lots of tea and praying for sanity.

Collective conformity blues

It seems that everyone I know currently studying at university is going slightly insane. In a strange way, it still does not make me feel any better in my feelings of insanity during exam period. Not that all my feelings of insanity are derived from this phenomenon, but still, I would have thought that some comfort would have come from uniformity. Or conformity. That is the norm. Apparently.

I've been trying to force myself to be creative but it hasn't been working... Got to love writer's block. Maybe it has been induced by low seretonin levels.

On a side note, I haven't had pear and raspberry bread for ages.

"Envoi" By Kathleen Raine

Take of me what is not my own,
my love, my beauty, and my poem-
the pain is mine, and mine alone.

See how against the weight in the bone
the hawk hangs perfect in mid-air-
the blood pays dear to raise it there,
the moment, not the bird, divine.

And see the peaceful trees extend
their myriad leaves in leisured dance-
they bear the weight of the sky and cloud
upon the fountain of their veins.

In rose with petals as soft as air
I bind for you the tides and fire-
the death that lives within the flower,
oh gladly, love, for you I bear!

By Kathleen Raine

life as of today... In the moment

Evaluation

I think everything should have evaluation forms. I like hearing what I've done right, and what I've done wrong.. and I also like filling them out.

Or maybe I am just fascinated with the power of words and how they can shape an individual. Hmm, sounds slighty generic there... or a bit too much like a thesis for a highschool english essay.

For me, self evaluation starts when I begin to plan to rearrange my room. Which I have been doing the last week. But I think it's a form of self reconstruction. A few friends have walked into my room saying that they've never seen it the same way twice. Which is probably true- a book never stays in one place long. And I'm always dragging my bed to another wall/corner.

Maybe it has been apparent all this time.. but it appears I do not like things to be locked, or set in stone. Especially when it comes down to furniture arrangements. Oh, and career paths.

Together Exhibition Invite

Hope to see you all there- it's quite exciting! :)