talking of Michaelangelo.
Friday, November 26, 2010
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road rage // 8:42 am
I don't think I've sworn so much sober before.
I was alone in the car and kept swearing and swearing....
It was liberating, not gonna lie.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
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letters to nobody // 8:29 am
Dear Mr. H,
You ____ nice. I like the way you can make me laugh. You are too amazing. You have a voice that winks. I will learn so much from you.
Yours,
K
P.S. This relationship is purely professional; reader, you are thinking too much.
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Dear Mr. Y,
Thank you for reminding me to just be myself. It's not always easy, but it's nice that you are around; you're the older, better me. Continue to grow young!
Cheers,
K
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Dear Ms. C,
Thanks for reminding me the importance of attractive underwear in case of the event that I ever accidentally flash anyone.
Always,
K
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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slightly // 10:31 am
Dear Mr. H,
I think you're the most amazing teacher I've ever met. I aspire to you like you in many ways. It has only been one day but I respect you and it is my sincere hope to learn all that I can from you within this month.
Thank you for giving me this opportunity, thank you for sharing your time with me. The respect you give me is undeserving and I will do everything I can do.
I will show you my ultimate teaching abilities. I will be the best I can be because your passion motivates me. Your passion will drive me.
Thank you, thank you. Thank you whoever sent you to me, God perhaps.
Love,
The One who Admires You
P.S. I hope I don't fall in love with you...
Saturday, November 20, 2010
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suddenly, // 10:14 pm
I'm sorry I've disappointed you and many others.
I could be better. I'll try harder.
Just don't ...
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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post-birthday post // 2:00 pm
I wrote this up on a little napkin during my birthday and haven't had a decent breath to do this since then. I've been 22 for six days and it's hardly changed anything. I don't feel wiser or older.
I woke up on this 2010 November 10th to the beautiful sunrise on campus. I spent the first hour affirming my future in warm lighting surrounded by the warmest people, full of laughter and it was like the birth of a renewed fire in my heart. Ok, BLAH to how cheese that sounded but it was true. I felt so blessed and honoured to be in the presence of such genuine and joyful company. I've never felt so awake, so alive.
Not that they'd ever read this but my thanks goes out to Glassa, Jessica, Linda, Lola, Charis, Tina, Stephanie. We've known each other for such a short period of time, but it's like it's been a lifetime of memories and laughter.
They taught me to embrace my youthful age and grow whilst staying young at heart. Whilst making wishes. Believing they'll come true though it won't necessarily be now. They keep me on my toes. They keep me young and they make me feel glorious, just like them.
What have I done to deserve these little blessings even as my university career ends off and I'm catapulted into this terrible inferno of reality.
Something they teach over and over again in my faculty of education: Just never compromise your youth and keep your mind fresh! I do like the sound of that.
I still love being read to like I'm in grade 2.
I still love daydreaming in blue skies.
I'm glad I still have the chance to do that now.
let's play a round of charades
let's play with wordless words
Saturday, November 06, 2010
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falling asleep to the 1812 overture // 3:33 pm
I've missed November 5th, but I certainly have not forgot it.
Friday, November 05, 2010
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another precious one from silverstein // 8:35 am
Thursday, November 04, 2010
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two poems to share // 8:51 am
I'd like to share with you one of my favourite poets, Shel Silverstein. He writes beautiful poetry! Masterful does not even begin to describe his beautiful, outrageous, hilarious poetry. I loved him as a child, I love him even more now!
LISTEN TO THE MUSTN'TSListen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me--
Anything can happen child,
ANYTHING can be.by Shel Silverstein
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COLORSMy skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I'm told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
But it's silver when it's wet.
And all the colors I am inside
Have not been invented yet.by Shel Silverstein
(He's American, but I forgive his spelling.)
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
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re-post // 7:37 am
This is all too appropriate for how I feel at the moment...
Farewells can be shattering,
but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence.
Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved as arrived, and it's noon with its
merciless light, and
every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.It's different to be back and I feel a little bit insecure, like I have to put myself out there again and try again.
If I had to choose again, I'd still choose it the same way.
Why must it be this way?
Something was taken away and I can't find what.