:: love ::

She didn't watch him because she enjoyed it, or even because she wanted to,
although both were true. Rather, she watched him for the same reason that a
magnet always pulls together with its opposite, or the reason why witchlight and
water merge to make something that is neither, but something entirely different
which serves as the base for the strongest potions. She couldn't resist it, and
there was no use in trying - all that she could do was hope that it was only
temporary, some sort of aberration, and that it would go away eventually,
leaving her in peace.

-- Watching, Mynuet

Absolutely loved this when I read it, which is why I feel compelled to share. It's very Amélie, which I should probably watch a third time so that I can write the creative task for Tuesday.

Today was a happy Sunday. Some Sundays are, some Sundays aren't, and even more Sundays are the kind of indifferent, apathetic days. Even though I didn't get a chance to lunch, I got to talk to one of my friends who it seems like I haven't talked to in ages -- her uni's finished! And she only has 2 more assessment items, both due Nov 17. *sigh for freedom*

Must go study for French oral tomorrow. And smile about French lunch with the girls, Juliette and Madame on Wednesday. I think my week will depend on how cheerful I wish to be and how pessimistic I feel about it all.

• if there's one thing that unites femalekind better than anything else it's this -- boy troubles. no, i'm serious! stop laughing!
• teachers can behave just like students too
• bees = panic time
• bees are racist! they like stinging asians more
• i'm invisible (wow... i'm special...)

Il a mis le café
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de café
Il a mis le sucre
Dans le café au lait
Avec la petite cuiller
Il a tourné
Il a bu le café au lait
Et il a reposé la tasse
Sans me parler
Il a allumé
Une cigarette
Il a fait des ronds
Avec la fumée
Il a mis les cendres
Dnas le cendrier
Sans me parler
Sans me regarder
Il s'est levé
Il a mis
Son chapeau sur sa tête
Il a mis
Son manteau de pluie
Parce qu'il pleuvait
Et il est parti
Sous la pluie
Sans une parole
Sans me regarder
Et moi j'ai pris
Ma tête dans ma main
Et j'ai pleuré.

-- Déjeuner du matin de Jacques Prévert

There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don’t got a lot to say
But there’s something about her
And you don’t know why
But you’re dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl

Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
Possible she wants you, too
There is one way to ask her
It don’t take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la
My, oh, my
Look at the boy too shy
Ain’t gonna kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Ain’t that sad
Ain’t it shame, too bad
You gonna miss the girl

Now’s your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
Boy, you better do it soon
No time will be better
She don’t say a word
And she won’t say a word
Until you kiss the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Don’t be scared
You got the mood prepared
Go on and kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Don’t stop now
Don’t try to hide it how
You wanna kiss the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Float along
Listen to the song
The song say kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Music play
Do what the music say
You wanna kiss the girl

Ahhhh... I love Sebastian. He cracks me up... I just found my Classic Disney tape, and since I have to drive the car that doesn't have a cd player until my parents come back, I've been singing Disney songs as I cooked dinner... but now I have a sudden urge to go watch The Little Mermaid. Will watch Amelie instead.

“She tried to be calm, and leave things to take their course, and tried to dwell much on this argument of rational dependence – ‘Surely, if there be constant attachment on each side, our hearts must understand each other ere long.’” Persuasion, p234, chapter 22

“‘If he does not come to me, then,’ said she, ‘I shall give him up for ever.’” Pride and Prejudice, p228, chapter 54

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine

Et nos amours

Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne

La joie venait toujours après la peine

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure

Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
Tandis que sous

Le pont de nos bras passe

Des éternels regards l'onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure

Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines

Ni temps passé

Ni les amours reviennent

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure

Les jours s'en vont je demeure

It's funny when you find yourself
Looking from the outsideI
'm standing here but all I want
Is to be over there
Why did I let myself believe
Miracles could happen
'Cause now I have to pretend
That I don't really care

I thought you were my fairy tale
A dream when I'm not sleeping
A wish upon a star
That’s coming true
But everybody else could tell
That I confused my feelings with the truth
When there was me and you

I swore I knew the melody
That I heard you singing
And when you smiled
You made me feel
Like I could sing along
But then you went and changed the words
Now my heart is empty
I'm only left with used to be's
And once upon a song

Now I know you’re not a fairy tale
And dreams were meant for sleeping
And wishes on a star
Just don't come true
'Cause now even I tell
That I confused my feelings with the truth
Because I liked the view
When there was me and you

I can't believe that
I could be so blind
It's like you were floating
While I was falling
And I didn't mind
Because I liked the view
I thought you felt it too
When there was me and you

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls, to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"The breath goes now," and some say, "No:"

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears;
Men reckon what it did, and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refin'd,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begun.

-- A Valediction Forbidding Mourning, John Donne

"Unspoken words lay heavy between us. Unspoken words, and unmade gestures.
With any other, I would have said farewell with a hug, a kiss, a touch of
fingers to cheek, the clasp of hand in hand. With Red, I could do
nothing."
-- Daughter of the Forest, Juliet Marillier

• i don't have to use as much shampoo, and conditioner, and water in the shower
• it's not as heavy as before
• my split ends are mostly gone

cons for having a mullet:

• i have a MULLET
• my formal is in 2 months... and i have a MULLET
• i can pass for a 6 year old
• i have to use pins to do up my hair now

• scat :: these guys were awesome! if they're going to be there next year, i'm definitely going. although, i'm going anyway, but will stay up late to watch them if i have to. *nods*
• gathering 2 and mike pilavachi :: i have never laughed so much in my life, well maybe in yr10... still. the circus girls were awesome, although everytime they did the falling thing my heart leapt into my throat. i never know how people can do things like that
• michael frost & tim costello :: i am now challenged to live a life that's more concerned with everyone around me, and not just the people living in my little microcosm -- but everywhere else because it's God's command and because everything bad tarnishes the image of God. micah6.8. i don't know what i expected tim costello to be like -- but this wasn't it and he exceeded expectations by so much.
• carolyn kitto :: ling, i'm sorry you were asleep for this, because i think you would have liked it. she talked about how you know what God's will for your life is. saw it with parents and frankly, was kinda weird because of that. ah well...
• sunday night :: as with last year, stayed up late sun night, just because. finally went to sacred space, but i liked last year's better with the labyrinth. although i'm sure they would have had a labyrinth this year because they had that elective session on it. maybe it was outside...
• get off your butt :: i will always remember stump '06 as the year of the underpants -- there were literally metres and metres of underwear hanging around the village. all because of the micah challenge. :)
• the fire :: thanks nate... next time we need to set fire to something, we'll definitely take your advice :P don't worry... we didn't actually set anything alight, and it definitely made us able to go see playjerise quicker. too bad there was a complete fire ban during stump...

went to floriade with lynn today and encountered some really aggressive birds. nay and dot, i don't share your paranoia with birds, but some of these were truly scary. there was this swan who dragged another swan away from the food so that it could have more. lynn and i tried to boycott it, but then forgot which one it was because there were 6 and they all look alike. talked about nothing and everything and then went back to ann and lynn's house and tried to sing 'getting into you' -- failed miserably. ah well. next time...

even though i normally have huge objection to songs of songs:

all night long on my bed i looked for the one my heart loves; i looked for him
but did not find him. i will get up now and go about the city, through its
streets and squares; i will search for the one my heart loves. so i looked for
him but did not find him... scarcely had i passed them when i found the one my
heart loves. i held him and would not let him go

and because of english orals at the end of last term (oh how good it feels to say 'last term')

I long to talk with some old lover's ghost,
Who died before the god of love was born.
I cannot think that he, who then loved most,
Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn.
But since this god produced a destiny,
And that vice-nature, custom, lets it be,
I must love her that loves not me.

Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much,
Nor he in his young godhead practised it.
But when an even flame two hearts did touch,
His office was indulgently to fit
Actives to passives. Correspondency
Only his subject was ; it cannot be
Love, till I love her, who loves me.

But every modern god will now extend
His vast prerogative as far as Jove.
To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,
All is the purlieu of the god of love.
O ! were we waken'd by this tyranny
To ungod this child again, it could not be
I should love her, who loves not me.

Rebel and atheist too, why murmur I,
As though I felt the worst that love could do?
Love might make me leave loving, or might try
A deeper plague, to make her love me too ;
Which, since she loves before, I'm loth to see.
Falsehood is worse than hate ; and that must be,
If she whom I love, should love me.

for those who can't be stuffed, it's about love unrequited.

I DON'T LIKE THIS HAIRCUT!!! -- i have 2 months til my formal and i cannot deal with my hair looking like this! but i have a plan, and the plan better work -- am going to ringlet-curl my hair and then pin the top bit up with pretty pins... when i find the pretty pins.

ling -- you have got me hooked on star wars! i have now watched an episode every night. don't know if i want to see 1, 2 and 3. but am now watching it for han solo and princess leia... *sigh* i know, i know. am hopeless romantic. what you gonna do about it?