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la bella vita;

Cara

loves: black and white photography. poetry. vintage stores. thunderstorms. good ambience. fairytales. disneyworld. black kohl and fuschia lipstick. red and purple skittles. turquoise beads. icing but not cakes. might-have-beens. the dandy warhols. within temptation. automatic loveletter. mediaeval baebes. troy. interview with a vampire. the oc. making 11:11 wishes. purple glitter. mermaids. my-little-ponies. magic.

expertise: melodramaticks. eyeliner. laughing. goodbyes. hanging in there.

♥ music on, world off.
shh.

soundtrack to life.

♥ scream(?).
live.

♥ past .
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♥ adieu .
set them free

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Monday, March 24, 2008
hello, old friend. 8:37 AM

"we're burning down the city skyline
on the back of a hurricane that started turning
back when you were young,"
---

I've realized that I've got Global Talktime to use up on my phone, and I want to use it before it expires or does something equally as nasty-- so tonight, after finishing my homework, I am going to call Roy over there in the Netherlands and we shall have a good catching-up session.

We had a trial run, just now. It felt weird-- hearing someone's voice so close; when you know very well that the said person's all the way over in some completely different country.
The last time I had that feeling was back in Breckenridge, when I made a call back to Singapore. It felt so weeeird sitting in the snow with my skis next to me and my breath making dragon-swirls in the air, while hearing a voice so far from me-- echoing just next to my ear.

After training today; Wen Loong, WQ and I stayed in school for a while more, and watched Twilight/New Moon/Eclipse vids.
"he doesn't look a thing like Jesus; but he talks just like a gentleman."
That line from The Killers is ze schtuck in my head. :/ I'm getting used (baby steps!) to Robert Pattinson being Edward Cullen, although I'd still prefer Gaspard Ulliel/Henry Cavill/Tom Sturridge. And I have forgiven Taylor Lautner for looking so misleadingly scrawny in Sharkboy. At least now he's got some semblance of flesh.


The three of us have fallen irrevocably in love with Near To You.
It's a beautiful, beautiful video.
When it ended, there was this reverent silence-- then, very slowly, we all began to breathe again, and- almost in unison- breathed an awed whisper: "...wow."

There're just certain things-- songs, a verse caught over the radio, a picture, a book-- that make you take a step back, and look at yourself, and really, really LOOK at yourself.

and once that happens, the only thing you can say, really, is "...wow." (!)
Because you see everything.
You see the pain, the joy, the hope, the hopelessness, the loneliness, the loveliness, and the vulnerability of it all,
and you realize that your life might possibly be the most beautiful, most tragic, most breathtaking thing ever created.




... Definitely worth watching till the finish.

And if you've the time-- track down the lyrics. Likely you won't regret it.

... "Near To You" has been spinning around in my head all day and on my lips, and if ever I become a youtube queen or a worldfamous celebrity, I shall do a cover of this song and dedicate it to Memories and People and Strength.


... aight. Now to finish up Partial Fractions and think of my plot for the Chinese essay tomorrow;
and then the Netherlands and blue-eyes are just a phonecall away.


Namarie, loves!