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2010 ... & 11

Jan. 17th, 2012 | 10:08 pm

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Jan. 1st, 2011 | 03:38 pm

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Mar. 16th, 2010 | 12:06 am

Sometimes we mirror the wrong type to the wrong person. Sometimes we learn lessons that aren’t made to be applied yet. Sometimes we forget how to talk for no reason at all. But it’s okay - 3 strikeouts 3 days in a row. It’s still okay. Because I think I should be very sad if these are enough to satisfy. - - by definition, awkward means that something else is Perfect right?

Deedle-deee-daaaaaa. Someday.


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FIRST POST OF MARCH

Mar. 12th, 2010 | 11:49 pm

Breaking in March's post  like that ...Just because I want to! Tell me something :)


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P P P P P P P

Feb. 4th, 2010 | 09:46 pm


Lady Gaga & Elton John at the Grammies 2010

I like acoustic music much because it is so painfully naked. If not pruned to the best part of a song, at least the honesty in mistakes makes it certain that the music is actually about music. For everything else, we have auto tune :)

(To be fair, I guess Lady Gaga is uh kind of naked too.)


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So, I guess, the only checklist for this is broken(hearted)ness

Jan. 31st, 2010 | 04:10 pm
mood: worriedow.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable - C. S. Lewis
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hands and tea

Jan. 31st, 2010 | 12:22 am

I was reading a post by one of my favourite musicians who stutters and was a little jealous at his gift of telling such ordinary stories so well in writing and in song. I was also reminded of a friend who can't hear so well but listens with all her heart. - - God does give more.

*ps, can this count as your story?
** now to believe this story for myself - to hold someone's hand because then you'll be held in return
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Jan. 28th, 2010 | 10:57 pm

I had a story to tell today but I didn't dare to type it out and had nowhere to write it down. I wish I did. I hate to say this but I guess, I didn't dare to write it down either for I am not gifted with words.

Or - do stories speak for themselves?  - - that actions speak louder than words?

Nonetheless, it cheered me up to have found a story worthy of telling (even if the humour is exclusive - to err ... me.) Maybe two stories if you count last night's dream. Yet I know by this that that (the story) is what I mean when I say I love meeting people. Even in the smallest way.

You might find it odd. I wrap myself up amongst some strangers yet am thrilled by others. I'm supposedly introverted but I am terrifed of loneliness. I've thought about what I'd like to do given the skills and opportunity - write zines and busk. I would want to bring music to people, for that in turn brings people to people. I would want to share these collected stories. I would want to do it MY way, instead of for goodness sake trying to get clearance from your boss then your boss' boss. It's hard to mean this in reality but ...I'd want to reach out to everybody right? In a community based project or something without selection, it is hard to get quality (in technical terms) - at least that's what I've grown up believing. (Thank you school, you were wrong). But you know what, you can't train heart.

I love dreaming for these strange stories and -  I miss History (dream related).  And did I mention, I'm terribly idealistic?

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Irony 101. Or 202.

Jan. 23rd, 2010 | 03:37 pm


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