The Whole World is Our Playground

Children Wake Up

2011-01-09T06:24:00.000-08:00

I was on the bus to the library on Friday, and I was sat near a man who was singing Wake Up by Arcade Fire to himself, not giving a shit if anyone else could hear him. He made my day. He also got off at the same stop as me, and I wanted to tell him that he'd made my day, but then I checkened out.

[stolen from my lj post to quiet_thrills]

I want Rock and Roll

2010-11-30T05:57:00.000-08:00

I haven't been here for a while have I?

. France being shredded in half an hour by Australia. Not cos I hate France or anything, just cos that is friggin' impressive
. England beating Australia (!!!)
. Chris Ashton's try
. Scotland beating South Africa
. Watching the All Blacks play
. Brian O'Driscoll and Tommy Bowe
. SNOW
. the gloves my mum knitted for me and basically all my friends
. SEEING ARCADE FIRE TOMORROW
. going to my first live rugby international in Wales
. Jared Padalecki's smile. A litle bit of me squees every time I see it :D
. Supernatural. Don't judge :P
. Supernatural Sunday with Amelia
. the possibility going to New Zealand (!!!)
. the possibility of visiting my friend in Portugal at Easter
. The Hobbit getting the green light
. Good Woman by Cat Power
. I have stolen songs from God - Gould's Book of Fish
. United States of Pop 2009. Again, not cos I particularly like any of those songs, but because its really well done
. Seeing Dara O'Briain and the Return of the King live
. keyblackfox
. my friends manageing to get £135 for my birthday so I could buy an iPod. :D

[stolen from my lj post to quiet_thrills]

2010-10-16T15:06:00.001-07:00

I have stolen songs from God.

Half Light

2010-09-08T04:08:00.000-07:00

Our heads are just houses
Without enough windows
You say you hear human voices
But they're only echos

Only echos

Arcade Fire - Half Light I

You Know I Would

2010-07-30T11:30:00.000-07:00

>> BUY IT <<

Unttainable

2010-05-02T09:43:00.000-07:00

from Marc Johns

From Another Night

2010-04-02T14:10:00.000-07:00

Night falls, the walls of the city speaks of people who are not from here, who are from elsewhere, from another night.

photo from revivify on flickr

Sur le Fil

2010-03-08T14:00:00.000-08:00

I made two mixtapes, on after the other, for a friend and recieved these texts, one after each mixtape;

. I'm listening to my mixed tape (well cd since tapes have disappeared). It's awesome, I love it thankyou x
. I'm only on track 2 n already i love ya caroline. Can imagine u n Olivia in the kitchen to this

<3

Svefn-g-englar

2010-03-05T15:27:00.000-08:00

"Music is well said to be the speech of angels;
in fact, nothing among the utterences allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinate."
Thomas Carlyle

In These Stones Horizons Sing

2010-02-18T15:19:00.000-08:00

I cannot get over how amazing that phrase is.

The Dream That I Have...

2010-02-14T10:06:00.000-08:00

...it's always the same

. the old couple who fell asleep on each others shoulders on the night bus home
. the couple running for the bus, him in his socks and her wearing his too-big shoes, carrying her heels
. finding the Hookah Lounge again
. the pretty man with good hair (but questionable taste in clothes) at the Hookah Lounge
. the Hookah Lounge playing Damon Albarn's Closet Romantic
. War by Emmy the Great
. Stay Where You Are by Ambulance Ltd
. Cirque do Soleil's VAREKAI and everything about it
. the Wales Millennium Centre: in these stones horizons sing
. Elbow
. Brian O'Driscoll (he turns up here a lot, but I love him a lot so it figures really)
. how well Scotland played this weekend (they should have won)
. "this is a very lively game. very touchy feely, seems 2 be alot of unnecessary rolling around n leg groping tho long after the balls gone"
. Ferris Bueller's Day Off
. Donnie Darko
. the foot of snow we got over Christmas (really late but I forgot)
. OH MY GOD NO DISTANCE LEFT TO RUN
. buying an atlas \o/
. at the top is stopping by your place of work and acting like I haven't dremt of you and I and marriage in an orange grove
. Brick Lane
. slowly getting my flatmate into rugby
. Shahrukh Khan on Johnathan Ross

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Epic Song

2010-01-28T05:44:00.000-08:00

I’m not in France
I’m not in love but I’m not unhappy

I’m not being smart
I’m not forgiving

I’m not without thought but I’m not with stupid
Although the shirt claims otherwise

I’m not the wearer of a showy watch
I’m not often wrong if I guess the time

I’m not the same as I thought I was
I’m not a tea pot

I’m not the boss of work
In fact I’m none
Of the cafeteria staff you saw

[there is a possiblilty that the lyrics here are wrong]

It Bears Repeating...

2010-01-18T15:17:00.000-08:00

I bloody love this song:

How dare the Premier ignore my invitations?
He'll have to go
So, too, the bunch he luncheons with
It's second on my list of things to do

At the top, I'm stopping by
Your place of work and acting like
I haven't dreamed of you and I
And marriage in an orange grove
You are the only thing in any room you're ever in
I'm stubborn, selfish and too old.

I sat you down and told you how
the truest love that's ever found
Is for oneself
You pulled apart my theory
With a weary and disinterested sigh

So yes I guess I'm asking you
To back a horse that's good for glue
And nothing else
But find a man that's truer than,
Find a man that needs you more than I

Sit with me a while
And let me listen to you talk about
your dreams and your obsessions
I'll be quiet and confessional
The violets explode inside me
when I meet your eyes
Then I'm spinning and I'm diving
Like a cloud of starlings

Darling is this love?

[Elbow - Starlings]

Human of the Year

2009-12-21T14:49:00.000-08:00

[ listen ]

Just No

2009-12-18T01:23:00.000-08:00

photo from marc johns on flickr

Like a Wire Warming up America

2009-12-16T02:12:00.000-08:00

Some India!quiet_thrills :D

. INDIA
. the lecturers that came with us. Brillaint, every one of them
. our translators and how nice and generally wonderful they were (thank you Dane and Rahul!!)
. my India Polaroids!!
. the backwaters
. the mixes made for me by schmoooop for my trip. One for the plane and one for India. I loved them
. singing Hospital Beds by Cold War Kids with my feet in the pool
. Seattle by the BPA feat. Emmy the Great
. Amala, the girl who wanted to become an animator
. "yes and I will learn to drop my nuts" (we have awesome lecturers)
. OH MY, the HEAT
. the boat trip we took at sunset and how beautiful and peaceful it was
. the "hill station" we went to, and how I wanted to just stay there for aaaages on my kanga and sleep
. how lovely Kathy was when me and Marissa were ill (again with the awesome lecturers)
. the tea plantation
. being able to walk around with no shoes on again. I miss that loads now I am back in rainy and cold London
. going up into the Western Ghats and how the houses there clung to the rockface like limpets and had the garage on top and all the rooms below it, stuck to the side of the cliffs
. Malayalam, the local language
. oh there's far too much but it was BRILLIANT

And some none India related quiet_thrills:
. WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE
. SEEING REGINA SPEKTOR
. Regina Spektor playing Samson and, for some reason, suddenly feeling completely and utterly happy

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Indian Summer

2009-11-27T09:35:00.000-08:00

I am going here in less than 10 days!
I. Can't. Wait.
\o/

Broken Every Bone

2009-11-13T14:18:00.000-08:00

This is a ballad for the good times
And all the dignity we had
Don't get het up on the evil things
You ain't coming back

You can be with me
If you wanna be
You can be with me

I'd forgotten just how utterly, utterly brilliant this song is.
[listen]

Have Some Sugary Tea

2009-11-09T10:06:00.000-08:00

There is no trouble so great or grave that cannot be much diminished by a nice cup of tea.
Bernard-Paul Heroux

photo from lapin barcelona on flickr

We Keep the Sound on cos Silence is Harder

2009-10-25T16:39:00.000-07:00

. meeting Dara O'Briain
. Merlin (leave me be, OK?)
. generally how terrible but good that programme is
. Colin Morgan and the Cheekbones if Win
. "he doesnt! i'm a dreamboat! [...] that's me clutching at straws and exemplifying my delusion"
. getting an hour more in bed thanks to the clocks going back
. the mix I made for Olivia when she was feeling down and how much she liked it
. post from my friend at Cardiff uni
. my wonderwall
. oh my God, my trip to FUCKING INDIA. ajshfasinadfnb!!
. Consequence of Sound by Regina Spektor
. Sometimes (Lester Piggott) by James
. the mixes aerowank makes to go with her stories
. aerowanks stories
. this: http://shaheeilyas.com/flags/

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

No, Really...

2009-10-24T13:15:00.000-07:00

Epic Music was Epic

2009-10-12T04:53:00.001-07:00

Yesterday was A Good Day. Or more specifically, last night was A Good Night. Not because anything special happened, but because it just was. This was proved by the fact that I was smiling so manically that I scared my flatmate.

I haven't felt like that in ages. And it was all thanks to Northern Line by Yeti. It made me ridiculously happy and reminded me of Lidia and fairylights and evenings spent in the dark with great music on loud. So that's what I did. Angelitos Negros and World in Union 95 and Samson and Braille and Swing Low Sweet Chariot. And fairylights and tea and cake (thanks to Olivia's mum).

My face hurt from smiling but it was wonderful. A Good Night. And nothing much happened at all.

On the Path Unwinding

2009-10-09T04:00:00.001-07:00

Lion King Musical quiet thrills. :D

. oh my God, the whole thing
. He Lives in You
. the woman who played Rafiki, who had an amazing voice, was a brilliant actress and sang in some click language that I didn't undestand but was AWESOME
. the woman who played Nala, who also had a brilliant voice
. oh my God, the COSTUMES
. the men who played the "grasslands" and the amazing skirts they wore that just worked as the grasslands and moved so gracefully
. how they did the lionesses mourning Mufasa
. how they did the wildebeast stampede
. Circle of Life
. how increadable the stage sets were
. the giraffes!
. how I sat through the whole thing with my mouth hanging open and shivers going up and down my spine
. how they did the sun and the sky

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Like a Ladder to the Sun

2009-10-05T09:02:00.000-07:00

By Nick of Yeah Yeah Yeahs fame

Of Alice in Wonderland

2009-09-30T11:46:00.000-07:00

A boat, beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July;

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear;—

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die,
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantom-wise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream,
Lingering in the golden gleam,-
Life, what is it but a dream?

Lewis Carroll

Music is What Feelings Sound Like

2009-09-28T14:06:00.000-07:00

photo from skarpi on flickr

Samwise the Brave

2009-09-26T14:09:00.000-07:00

"I can't do this Sam"
"I know, it's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are... It's like in the great stories, Mr Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn't. Because they were holding on to something."
"What are we holding onto Sam?"
"That there's some good in this world, Mr Frodo. And it's worth fighting for."

Don't Ask for Nothing

2009-09-20T07:40:00.000-07:00

Just Let it Take You

2009-09-18T05:59:00.000-07:00

. my new flat!
. oh the fairy lights in the front room. So pretty!
. finally having the internet!
. finishing the collage on my wall in my new room. It's a little different to how I usually do it and much much bigger than I expected. And looks well cool, obviously
. Two-Headed Boy by Neutral Milk Hotel. And the Dresden Dolls cover. I like both
. The Choir on BBC 2. I love Gareth Malone!
. meeting Shizuka randomly on the Strand the day after she came back from Hong Kong
. the new dress I got from TopShop
. A Very Potter Musical. And it's soundtrack, that I now have. :D
. how colourful my room looks now
. "the londonpaper is stopping? But now no one will find love!"
. "you can take the pasta and I'll have the wok and then if anyone tries to break into our flat I'll wok 'em!" [even better cos it was unintentional]
. Marc Johns

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Darling is this Love?

2009-09-02T06:52:00.000-07:00

Sit with me a while
And let me listen to you talk about
your dreams and your obsessions
I'll be quiet and confessional
The violets explode inside me
when I meet your eyes
Then I'm spinning and I'm diving
Like a cloud of starlings

Darling is this love?

Elbow - Starlings

Eire

2009-08-15T13:02:00.000-07:00

I have been here! It is the Long Room from Trinity College Dublin and it smells right.

I'm the Urban Spaceman Baby

2009-07-27T10:58:00.000-07:00

. hearing comedians laugh, properly
. having a friend up who has never been further north then Birmingham and her making me realise that living here isn't that bad after all
. "an addiction to hands and feet/there's a meat market down the street/the boys and girls watch each other eat/when they really just want to watch each other sleep"
. Harry Potter on Felix Felicis in the new Harry Potter film
. "outside the cars are beeping out a song just in your honour"
. talking to my sister about a tape we had as children that was made by a guy in the next door village and was played until it broke
. finding some of the songs from that tape on YouTube

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

A Cue from Nature

2009-07-17T07:19:00.000-07:00

Run outside during a thunderstorm
That downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilaration
That's what unlonely is like

[found on tumblr, somewhere]

You Are So Sweet

2009-07-14T11:56:00.001-07:00

An addiction to hands and feet
There’s a meat market down the street
The boys and girls watch each other eat
When they really just want to watch each other sleep

Dance Anthems of the 80s - Regina Spektor

Keys to the Kingdom

2009-07-09T14:08:00.000-07:00

photo from alex.alexander on flickr

It Really Really Really Did Happen

2009-07-07T11:51:00.000-07:00

I was here.
It was amazing and I'd pay good money to go again.
And again. And again.

Gloria in Excelsis Deo

2009-06-17T15:26:00.000-07:00

. bare feet on lino floors
. listening to Somedays by Regina Spektor while lying in the park in the sunshine
. The Guardian using the word "LOLZ" in serious review of Laughing With by Regina Spektor
. "and it's realyl weird because whenever i talk to you after ages its like... you're the one i've known from the start. and is always always there with advice and aren't too busy or self-absorbed."
. our Polish estate agent
. falling asleep to Dog Man Star
. The Asphalt World and the 2 of Us by Suede
. some of the pictures posted on tumblr
. dancing by myself in my room
. being basically the only one left on my flat

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Still Tainted with Red

2009-06-15T13:55:00.000-07:00

the day that we
took out a car in the rain
is the day you forgot how to brake and see
how quickly the picture will change
filled with fingers and voices and teeth
i still remember holding my hand
against your face just before it was sprayed
across the radio
as it played

Emmy the Great - MIA

My favourtie song about a car crash. Which is an odd thing to say, but it is very good.

Don't Call Me, Don't Write

2009-06-07T15:55:00.000-07:00

Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten - G. K. Chesterton

Books I intend to read this summer;

. The Whale Rider
. Rabbit-Proof Fence
. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
. The Bean Trees
. maybe some other "classics"
. maybe other things by Barbara Kingsolver
. White Tiger
. The Good Thief
. something by Haruki Murakami
. probably some David Mitchell again
. Notes From a Big Country
. Gig by Simon Armitage
. The Miracle Life of Edgar Mint
. other things that mum thinks I should read

And it's Contagious...

2009-05-29T15:44:00.001-07:00

. Regina Spektor
. old bald men in smart suits and bow ties
. having a whole tube carridge to yourself and deciding that the best way to fully exploit this situation is to lie across as many seats as possible for as many stops as possible without anyone noticing. I got to the end of the line. :D
. really good dreams
. planning picnics with champagne and strawberries and summer clothes
. the Lions tour
. "The Incredible Human Journey" on BBC HD and iPlayer - actually, rediculously interesting
. reliving amazing holidays though photographs
. finding lots and lots of exhibitons that I now have time to go to

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Turpentine and Patches

2009-05-24T16:03:00.000-07:00

Just sitting here and trying to decypher
What's written in Braille upon my skin

Regina Spektor - Braille

This is quite possibly my favourite song in a long time.

Eighteen Seconds Before Sunrise

2009-05-17T16:56:00.000-07:00

photo from images.ofjoy / Busy at times photostream

Not Even Once

2009-05-09T16:00:00.001-07:00

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

Regina Spektor - Samson

Piano's Chime the Sound

2009-05-05T10:57:00.000-07:00

. my map of Middle-Earth that I am drawing, that makes me both very very pleased with myself everytime I see it, and painfully aware that I have no life
. the soundtrack to The Lord of the Rings
. the music that acompanies the Lighting of the Beacons in the Return of the King. EPIC
. playing tig for the first time since primary school (probably)
. making daisy chains for the first time since primary school (probably)
. my uncles house in S. Wales and how homely and lovely it is
. trains that run along the waterside
. really 3D looking clouds
. welsh. So lovely to listen to
. Angelitos Negros by Cat Power
. MIA by Emmy the Great
. Braille by Regina Spektor
. sunshine
. something I learned during revising: before the theory of the K/T strike (the meteor that killed the dinosaurs) it was thought that dinosaurs became extinct due to constipation. This has very logical reasons behind it - which I am not going to tell you, cos its funnier that way
. video highlights of exiting things that happened ages ago, which I still find exciting now
. Marc Johns photostream

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Find Me

2009-05-04T15:21:00.000-07:00

photo from ∆ matt caplin ∆ on flickr

Stop the Bad Music

2009-04-05T06:23:00.000-07:00

photo from Marc Johns on flickr

Laugh until you Cry

2009-03-21T15:46:00.001-07:00

. the man who'd strug a hammock on the balcony of his 5th or 6th floor flat to catch all the sun
. England beating France last week and Scotland today
. Sergio Parisse
. IRELAND FUCKING WINNING THE GRAND SLAM DAMMIT
. Brain fucking O'Driscoll
. being able to ring home and, the minute my dad picked up, yelling wordlessly down the phone by way of greating
. On the Radio by Regina Spektor
. the smell of cut grass. Especially here, where it's so built up
. my friend coming all the way from King's Cross to bring me ribena and chocolate fingers cos I was ill
. my flatmate coming in my room, finding me ill and then telling me off cos "there are 3 doctors in this flat! ... I'll get Imran"
. "Shizuka, you're a doctor too", "yes but Imran is more competent"
. them bringing me balloons from the hallway (they've been there some time) to 'brighten up' my room. Please note; I think my room is possibly the most colourful in the flat
. sunny weather
. endless blue skies
. hearing Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now by the Smiths playing in the waiting room of the doctors
. taking to a friend of mine (albeit online) who I haven't spoken to in ages on account of him being in the Philippines
. Daemontreu's art on DeviantART

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Downpour

2009-03-10T09:54:00.000-07:00

Try living in the real world, instead of a shell.

Tonight We Fly

2009-03-06T15:52:00.000-08:00

And when we die
Oh, will we be that disappointed or sad
If heaven doesn't exist
What will we have missed?
This life is the best we've ever had

This Life is the Best we've Ever Had

2009-03-04T13:58:00.001-08:00

. the man on the Tube who was clearly conducting an orchestra in his head
. the woman sat next to aforementioned man, and how she looked like she wasn't sure if he was insane or not
. business men reading "Watchmen" at the Tube station
. the man with the very smart pinstriped suit and crazy ass dreadlocks
. how Ireland are on their way to the Grand Slam
. the Six Nations
. rugby in general
. getting tickets to see Yeah Yeah Yeahs in Manchester
. the Irish. I love them
. Elijah Wood and his glasses in Everything is Illuminated
. seeing the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibition
. Brian O'Driscoll
. finding that they made tshirts saying "in BOD we trust"
. this. Rugby genius I tell you.
. The Call by Regina Spektor
. the busker at Bank Tube station wearing a red top hat with a feather in it
. [from a while back] the couple who were the last to get on a *very* crowded Tube and spent the journey in a space really only big enough for one person, wrapped around each other. And then the guy saying "well, this is cozy" and the people around (inc. myself) laughing quietly to themselves.
. our new NE lecturer, who was showing us a picture of the true South Pole: "I'm not sure what that stick is, maybe it's the Earth's axis sticking out"
. Hysteric by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
. bloke on Valentine's Day to his friend, on the subject of first dates: "let's go to the cinema so we can *not* get to know each other"
. my sisters art mock final piece

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Hysteric

2009-02-26T13:58:00.000-08:00

Fall sweetly
Hang heavy
You suddenly complete me
You suddenly complete me

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Hysteric

I'll Come Back

2009-02-21T08:26:00.000-08:00

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Regina Spektor - the Call
*loves*

wants to see again

2009-02-16T15:18:00.000-08:00

Love Poem

2009-02-13T10:15:00.000-08:00

...for Friday the 13th:

You remind me
Define me
Incline me
If you died
I'd

Found in the National Portrait Gallery.

I can't remember who it was by.

Out of Reach

2009-02-08T14:43:00.000-08:00

"All stories are true. Some just never happened"

"Where there's life, there's hope"

2009-01-27T14:14:00.001-08:00

Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.

Into the West

2009-01-22T13:25:00.001-08:00

Lay down,
your sweet and weary head.
Night is falling.
You have come to journey’s end.

Sleep now, and dream
of the ones who came before.
They are calling,
from across a distant shore.

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see.
All of your fears will pass away.
Safe in my arms,
you’re only sleeping.

What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.

And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
All souls pass.

Hope fades,
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling,
Out of memory and time.

Don’t say,
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling.
You and I will meet again.
And you’ll be here in my arms,
Just sleeping.

What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.

And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
Grey ships pass
Into the West.

I Believe In You And Me

2009-01-12T11:13:00.000-08:00

Someone on or above the earth, tell me why on earth, does she beg of love at the feet of men who snatch hers from her, selling it on to themselves at a profit that can’t possibly reflect its worth.
　　
This is always ungentle robbery, is not a plot of lust, because she is very conscious of her select few lovers, particularly in relation to her gains, to her own sexual harvest.
　　
The answer, in vague and uncertain terms, lies somewhere in the shaded area shaped quadrangle by the lines that don’t quite connect the picture of a father, the part of her soul that freezes at the touch of warmth, the tattered feminist beginners handbook, the lampshade and the bloody gate that she gazes at monthly, that she once made me taste, that stains her desire for progress.
　　
But desire tarnished; twisted, perverse desire, does not have any implications for the progress itself. And so, progressively, her questions become more stupid. Hand in the fire stupid, eating broken glass stupid, forgetting that you don’t like pain stupid. Stupid then and stupid when, on a terribly, deadly sunny day comes the most ridiculous, nauseous, frustratingly stupid question of them all.
　　
On the wall high above the graffiti of all the things I could never bring myself to say, she turned to me just as the sun turned away and (thinking, in her stupidity, that it couldn’t see or hear us) asked: ‘Will you love me forever?’
　　
‘Of course not’, I said.

When The Glitter's Gone

2009-01-06T11:33:00.001-08:00

what you thought you lost was just mislaid
all the poems written in your skin

[listen]

Sweet Dreams Are Made of These

2009-01-04T13:48:00.000-08:00

I want to travel the world.

Pretty please?

photo from bridgepix on flickr

You Don't Really Care For Music, Do You?

2008-12-21T09:31:00.000-08:00

I am having a music war with Lidia. I say war, I mean... GUESSING TIME.

I'm learnding... :)

C'mon Let's Get High

2008-12-16T10:23:00.001-08:00

. Yeti following Babyshambles following Dirty Pretty Things on my mp3 player, without me doing anything
. the Lord of the Rings and rediscovering the obsession
. books
. To Kill a Mockingbird, and how excited I am to get to read it again
. seeing Yeti live at Dirty South in Lewisham
. how nice John Hassall is
. Don't Go Back to the One You Love live
. Ulysses by Franz Ferdinand
. Josh Groban on Buzzcocks
. the reggae and Calypso Jazz versions of Don't Look Back Into The Sun from Buzzcocks
. sending mail to a friend in Hong Kong
. getting Christmas cards
. buying Chrsitmas presents
. making the wreath for my front door
. how I know, without waking up, that the cat is sleeping at the bottom of my bed
. lots of candles, all lit
. the smell of oncoming frost

Note to Self:

2008-12-14T15:14:00.000-08:00

"Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an alegebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday."

Time to Pretend

2008-11-25T16:31:00.001-08:00

. The woman in the sweet shop off Leicester Square. I happened to be talking to my friend about going home and "going down. And by down I mean up" when she went "I do that aaall the time" which lead to us having a 10 minute coversation in which I learned she was from Durham, had a brother in Oldham, cousins in Burmingham, that she like Geordie accents and could understand when her parents talked in Hindi even though they thought she couldn't. And then having to apologise to the woman behind me seeing as I was holding up the queue and not even buying anything
. how colour coordinated the jelly beans were in said sweet shop
. my personal tutor. She ask me almost nothing about my course/how I was and we instead talked about the BNP, a good chocolate shop down the King's Road, the V&A, bad music and Vivienne Westwood. She is genuinly lovely
. the man I was following to London Bridge tube who looked very hard and gangsta but had a pink bag with a kitten on
. trying on a REAL Vivienne Westwood dress. OMG *WANTS*
. this (OK so it's not that quiet. Or at least, its not if you're me)
. post from my beautiful wifey. :D
. the fact that I am going home on Friday to see my family and all my friends who weren't clever enough to come to London :P
. my sister saying she'll make me ginger sponge the nght I get back
. my sister specifically requesting that I be there on her birthday
. buying music
. A&E by Goldfrapp
. the porter at my halls; "*looks at NUS card* You were pretty when you were young", "*mock ourage* How very dare you!", "*pauses* It's all the studying isn't it?" ... "You students! You buy all this stuff. You come here with nothing and then buy all this stuff and fill your rooms and then your parents come to pick you up at the end of the year and MOAN" ... *me collecting a parcel* "A present you say? Let me guess... for your boyfriend *makes underwear motions*", "No", "Oh... I'll try next time"
. the fact that I am going to the V&A tomorrow, my favoutire museum ever
. the idea of making my Libs tshirt when I get home
. the idea of doing ART when I get home
. the idea of meeting my friends when I get home
. home

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Sæglópur

2008-11-23T06:23:00.000-08:00

I am very cold. Very cold and not doing my essay. So I was thinking of cold-related things I want to do. Dispite the fact that I hate the cold, I have always wanted to stay a night in the ice hotel. As has mum, who also hates the cold.

But more than anything, I want to see the Northern (or Southern, I'm not fussy) Lights. They're one of those things that you can use the word "phenomena" for. They're so magical, so out-of-this-world, so increadable, so awe inspiring, so big. From horizon to horizon. Lights in the sky. And I love lights. How does something like this happen? Vast expances have always moved me for some reason. I remeber looking over Lewa Downs when I was about 8. How the savannah just went on and on and on to distant hills and the sky. I remember standing on the Picos de Europa in Spain and how you could see for miles. The poster in the geography room at main school that had a glaciated valley on it. And you thought "oh a valley full of snow" until you saw, in the bottom righthand corner, a small house. And you realised that this valley, this glacier, was miles and miles across. The plateaus we drove across in Norway, the fjords we drove round and looked down, the mountains we drove up. All that space. Its one of the reasons I want to go to Iceland, for all that space. Its one of the reasons I like Sigur Ros, because for some reason, they make me think of mile and miles of land and sky. You do geography and you learn about globalisation, how the world is getting smaller. And yeah, that can be great, but I want to stand of the brink of a chasm, look into the space and think "we haven't got here yet, we haven't tarnished everywhere".

photo from Image Editor on flickr

Ain't Got No, I Got Life

2008-11-16T15:41:00.000-08:00

from supertreegirl on flickr

Accident and Emergency

2008-11-14T17:52:00.000-08:00

I was feeling lonely
Feeling blue
Feeling like I needed you

There is something so wonderful about those lines.
I genuinly love this song. So so much.
[listen]

Let it Shine

2008-11-10T15:27:00.000-08:00

It's been raining a lot recently. And contrary to popular belief, London has as rubbish drains as Slaidburn. If not more so, though that may be to do with the huge amount of tarmac that is abundant here as opposed to the miles of fields at home. Testimony to this is the fact that on the way home today, I came across a huge puddle just outside my apartment block.

It was wonderful. The road outside my apartment it quite wide and it was dark. So none of the cars driving along the road drove through the puddle. It was almost eerily still and it reflected the lights from the buildings around perfectly. Every car that drove past had a prefect reflection following it that appeared and disappeared with the puddle. And when one car finally pulled off onto the road behind my block and broke its glassy surface, it sent distorted colours bouncing off in every direction.

It's like watching life in HD. It's like what my dreams are like. Just much, much less freaky.

Photo from motionid on flickr

It Means Nothing

2008-11-09T07:40:00.001-08:00

Sometimes I wish I cared less about what other people think about me.

Lights Will Guide You Home

2008-11-03T11:30:00.000-08:00

I like the way the rain and the streetlights make the fallen leaves gleam.

London is prettier that Slaidburn when it rains. Slaidburn just looks damp and grey/green (apart from those few days that London could never beat, when it looks green and fresh and its goodrain and it smells so clean and fresh and wonderful. Those days when I want to run around in the rain (providing it's not too cold) and walk and walk and walk and I feel so... free. Stood in the middle of a field, with soaking clothes and squelching mud and green and trees and that smell and feeling just so happy. However, those days are few and far between.) London has cars whose head and tail lights turn to jewels, and puddles filled with glitterig lights and shining windows. Lights through water, reflecting off everything.

When its dark and raining in London I feel like I'm inside Christmas.

Do You Realize?

2008-11-01T10:06:00.000-07:00

Do you realize
That you have the most beautiful face
Do you realize
We're floating in space
Do you realize
That happiness makes you cry
Do you realize
That everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes
Let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do you realize - oh - oh - oh
Do you realize
That everyone you know
Someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes
Let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do you realize
That you have the most beautiful face
Do you realize..?

I'll Be Your Mirror

2008-10-31T15:04:00.000-07:00

Good things that have happened recently:

. posting on Facebook that I wished that someone would just come over and make me food cos I'm lazy and, munites later, my flatmate yelling at me "what flavour instant noodles do you want!?"
. trawling round art galleries with a friend of mine who was down from home.
. generally having him down. He's great fun to have around. And I always learn something new and interesting from him too.
. finally seeing "blowjob" by Andy Warhol. Though it wasn't half as interesting as I thought it would be.
. Robin Rhode's art.
. I'll be Your Mirror by the Velvet Underground and Nico.
. seeing my beautiful wifey for the first time since I got my A Level results.
. getting post from my friends.
. sending post to my friends.
. how excited my friend is to be seeing Take That again. But this time in standing.
. how my friends down here find it funny that I too am going to see Take That, as they really can't see me at that kind of gig.
. playing "guess the Libertines song" with my friend.
. how my lecturer clearly wasn't with it today. And he laughs in a funny way too.
. another of my lecturers, who is American and says "Tan-zay-nee-ah" instead of "Tan-zan-ee-ah".
. one of the guys in my tutorial group who really hates reading. Like, really.
. my tutorial group in general.

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Winter Gardens

2008-10-29T16:04:00.000-07:00

Its got cold. Really cold. Like, really really cold. Like, I go outside and I forget just how cold it is and am improperly dressed (3 layers isn't enough) and have to take refuge in the British Film Institute (comfy chairs!) and penguin huddle and my nose is cold and I don't want to go outside.

But I do, cos London looks good like this.

Still, really cold. I don't like the cold.

Photo by shotbygrant on flickr

Banksy's Manifesto

2008-10-26T15:50:00.000-07:00

When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle.
Then I realised God doesn’t work that way, so I stole
one and prayed for forgiveness.

- Emo Phillips

She Don't Want Education

2008-10-25T10:42:00.000-07:00

I've been working too much today. I say working, I mean fiddling. With my essay, with maps, with flickr, with last.fm, with everything. Fiddle fiddle fiddle. I'm in London and I'm fiddling in my room and wondering what the fuck I am doing. And its cold in here. It smaller than my room at home and has less outward facing walls and its still just as cold. Its ridiculous. But this room does have music. I've been marking my "loved tracks" on last.fm. I have so many. I was making a mixtape for Lidia a couple of nights ago, and though it didn't work out right, it's made me want to make more. I was listening to a couple of songs today and they made me so happy. I want to play Sigur Ros in repeat. Open the door to my room and let the sound spill out. Play it louder and louder and louder until it physically moves me. Pushes at my chest, pushes me into the wall and holds me there. Thumps in my chest and my ears. Vibrates. Like I'm stood inside an amp. An amp at a gig, where the beat pounds through the floor, through my feet, up my legs and fills me head with sound. I want to play it so loud it blows the cobwebs from my head.

Like Skies Over Happy Endings

2008-10-23T11:14:00.002-07:00

Photo by Herman Abramovitch

Gone Up in Flames

2008-10-22T13:32:00.000-07:00

I'm liking autumn now it doesn't rain all the time. All the roads are covered with the leaves from the plain trees. Or they would be, but council men come and sweep them up. I walk home in whats left, enjoying the crunching sound it makes under my feet and the fact that I am the only one in the street who is still childish enough to kick up the leaves like I am 5 again.

Photo from -terry- on flickr

There's a Nomad in my Mustang

2008-10-21T11:08:00.000-07:00

[Don't Go Back To The One You Love]

Put it on loud and DANCE.

Midnight Flight

2008-10-19T16:08:00.000-07:00

Something isn't normal
But I can't describe normal
Please don't make me normal
Make me obscene

I don't grow, but the death toll does
I wonder why we do it, but the answer's just 'because'
Last night I ate the heart of a girl of age just two
And when her mother found her, you should've heard her coo

Oh my little baby
Killed by someone crazy
Let's hope it's just a phase
He's going through

Out of DPT and Shambles I pick Yeti.

Be My Velvet Boy

2008-10-18T13:54:00.000-07:00

Hello, I'll be your morning girl
You raise the flag
I'll ring the bell

Hello, I'll be your quiet girl
Just let me watch
I'll never tell

Hello, I'll be your velvet girl
We'll leave this town
We'll change the world

Hello, I'll give you everything
Just not enough
And never this

I forgot how much I liked Howling Bells.

The City Is After Us

2008-10-17T16:56:00.000-07:00

Photo from motionid on flickr

The Sun Will Shine Again

2008-10-17T07:56:00.000-07:00

The cling... and a clang... it's the metal in my head as I walk... I hear a sort of - this tinging noise... freaks my balance out... I need to uplug these dams...

[listen here]

This is quite possibly the only song where I cannot grasp the genius of yet. It's not like I forget how good it is when I listen to it again, it's like I never got it in the first place, and hearing it again just reminds me of how amazing it is.

All over again.

...we need to unplug these dams... you cannot stop the natural flow of thought...

Sing Me To Sleep

2008-10-16T16:09:00.000-07:00

I'm incredably tired. Everything is going out of focus and I'm loosing track of things. Flickr has changed its layout and it confused me momentarily. These kind of things are no good when I'm tired. I feel like I'm disappearing inside my own head.

Everything is beginning to look like this:

Pretty but not useful right now.

People See No Worth In You

2008-10-15T10:37:00.000-07:00

But I do.

Come on Thunder, Come on Thunder

2008-10-13T03:32:00.000-07:00

Sometimes,
When I look deep in your eyes
I swear I can see your soul.

We Love Life

2008-10-10T12:05:00.000-07:00

. Boys my age passing notes to each other at the front of our lecture.
. The fact that I am living in London now. The greatest city on earth.
. Essex Dogs by Blur.
. How cars HAVE to stop for you, no matter how busy the road, the minute you put your foot on a zebra crossing.
. Sigur Ros.
. How my Sainsbury bags turn my legs orange when I walk in front of cars while crossing the road.
. How at home I feel here.
. The fact that I am seeing one of my favourite people, in one of my favourite bands, in London, on their last tour before they call it a day.
. My friend coming down from Manchester tomorrow, after not seeing her for (what seems like) ages.
. Polite Londoners. Because people don't think they exist. But they do.
. Getting post.
. Europe is Our Playground by Suede.
. Eating Wispas.
. The man who delivered the parcels to my apartment block, and how nice he was.
. The bus driver who took us back from a gig in Shepherd's Bush and how nice he was.
. The girl from Hong Kong in my apartment and how nice she is too.
. One of my lecturers, who titled graphs with "Da Tropics, Yo!" and "Cattle Ranching (mooo!)" and asked me if I knew anything about crack.
. Americans mocking how we speak English, when really it should be the other way round. :P

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills on LJ]

I Don't Care, I Don't Care

2008-10-09T04:10:00.000-07:00

Another one with a wonderful face:

Though she looks scary when she's reeeaallyy thin, like [here] or [here]

I'm not really sure why I'm putting pictures of models up anyway. Cos most of the time I really don't care much about them. She just has a good face. Most of the time.

Anyway, I just saw [this man] walking down the street on my way to the library with Georgina. VERY surreal it was. He's really small and really haggard looking. And looked really pissed off. But it was funny. He looked like he would club you if you even attempted to stop him.

I've Got Nothing To Say

2008-10-08T07:39:00.000-07:00

So, seeing as I now have one, I reckon I should make a proper go of it. I dunno whats going to go here cos I have a LiveJournal but we'll see.

For now, just have this:

Gah. I would.

2008-10-08T06:11:00.000-07:00

I've just got a blogger. For the purpose of finding people who are REALLY BIG into climate change and blog about it, so I can do my coursework. Oddest reason I have ever signed up to anything.

I like blogspot though. Its snazzy looking.

The Whole World is Our Playground

Children Wake Up

I want Rock and Roll

Half Light

You Know I Would

Unttainable

From Another Night

Sur le Fil

Svefn-g-englar

In These Stones Horizons Sing

The Dream That I Have...

Epic Song

It Bears Repeating...

Human of the Year

Just No

Like a Wire Warming up America

Indian Summer

Broken Every Bone

Have Some Sugary Tea

We Keep the Sound on cos Silence is Harder

No, Really...

Epic Music was Epic

On the Path Unwinding

Like a Ladder to the Sun

Of Alice in Wonderland

Music is What Feelings Sound Like

Samwise the Brave

Don't Ask for Nothing

Just Let it Take You

Darling is this Love?

Eire

I'm the Urban Spaceman Baby

A Cue from Nature

You Are So Sweet

Keys to the Kingdom

It Really Really Really Did Happen

Gloria in Excelsis Deo

Still Tainted with Red

Don't Call Me, Don't Write

And it's Contagious...

Turpentine and Patches

Eighteen Seconds Before Sunrise

Not Even Once

Piano's Chime the Sound

Find Me

Stop the Bad Music

Laugh until you Cry

Downpour

Tonight We Fly

This Life is the Best we've Ever Had

Hysteric

I'll Come Back

*wants to see again*

Love Poem

Out of Reach

"Where there's life, there's hope"

Into the West

I Believe In You And Me

When The Glitter's Gone

Sweet Dreams Are Made of These

You Don't Really Care For Music, Do You?

C'mon Let's Get High

Note to Self:

Time to Pretend

Sæglópur

Ain't Got No, I Got Life

Accident and Emergency

Let it Shine

It Means Nothing

Lights Will Guide You Home

Do You Realize?

I'll Be Your Mirror

Winter Gardens

Banksy's Manifesto

She Don't Want Education

Like Skies Over Happy Endings

Gone Up in Flames

There's a Nomad in my Mustang

Midnight Flight

Be My Velvet Boy

wants to see again