"sin is behovable, but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well."
- julian of norwich.
Sunday 28 February 2010
Saturday 27 February 2010
Wednesday 24 February 2010
Friday 19 February 2010
jasmine pearls.
although the sun had to struggle a little bit, today turned out to be a gorgeous day. golden sunshine, blue sky, birds singing, flowers beginning to push their way up... i decided on an impulse to abandon my thick coats and make do with just a t-shirt and hoodie instead (and jeans; i didn't go half-naked, don't worry. or get too excited).
sounds nice, no? the thing is, it was only about 4 degrees outside.
that's the thing about everything appearing to be perfect, isn't it? it gives you a (false) sense of invincibility. when all seems to be going well, it's easy to shed the layers that you have built up around you because they seem superfluous. it's not as difficult to let go of inhibitions, because you feel complacently secure. and that's fine for a while.
but then you have to remember that 4 degrees really still is pretty cold, and that as much as you wish it wasn't, it still is winter. and that spring will come in time. and that maybe you should enjoy winter for what it is instead of rushing through it in your hurry to get it over with.
ah, patience.
"yeah, and i'm just a waste of her energy
and she's just a waste of my time, mm hmm
so why don't we get together
and we could waste everything tonight
and we could waste, and we could waste it all
tonight, yeah."
- wasting time, jack johnson.
sounds nice, no? the thing is, it was only about 4 degrees outside.
that's the thing about everything appearing to be perfect, isn't it? it gives you a (false) sense of invincibility. when all seems to be going well, it's easy to shed the layers that you have built up around you because they seem superfluous. it's not as difficult to let go of inhibitions, because you feel complacently secure. and that's fine for a while.
but then you have to remember that 4 degrees really still is pretty cold, and that as much as you wish it wasn't, it still is winter. and that spring will come in time. and that maybe you should enjoy winter for what it is instead of rushing through it in your hurry to get it over with.
ah, patience.
"yeah, and i'm just a waste of her energy
and she's just a waste of my time, mm hmm
so why don't we get together
and we could waste everything tonight
and we could waste, and we could waste it all
tonight, yeah."
- wasting time, jack johnson.
Wednesday 17 February 2010
thou shalt not.
three women caned under syariah law
whom were they having sex with and were they caned too?
and is it really anybody else's business? or anybody else's place to judge and punish?
whom were they having sex with and were they caned too?
and is it really anybody else's business? or anybody else's place to judge and punish?
Friday 12 February 2010
oh mickey, you're so fine.
"i can be an idiot... please be magnanimous."
i haven't blogged for a while... almost a month now. quite a lot has happened, and i've been doing some soul-searching as a result. things were never black and white for me, but they seem even more equivocal now. what i want, what i should want, what i should do, where i want to be, why i want to do/be what/where i want to do/be, whom i want to surround myself with. priorities. interestingly i'm not as driven as i usually am to sort it all out in my head. it's scary not feeling in control, but maybe control is an illusion after all.
i think i'll try out this ambiguity for a while. i was told today that i'm "just a baby" at 21; maybe i should revel in the naivete that entitles me to. for a while. a while is all i really have, anyway.
"and all of these moments
just might find their way into my dreams tonight
but i know that they'll be gone,
when the morning light sings
and brings new things,
but tomorrow night you see
that they'll be gone too,
too many things i have to do,
but if all of these dreams might find their way
into my day-to-day scene
i'll be under the impression,
i was somewhere in-between
with only two,
just me and you
not so many things we got to do,
or places we got to be
we'll sit beneath the mango tree now."
- better together, jack johnson.
i haven't blogged for a while... almost a month now. quite a lot has happened, and i've been doing some soul-searching as a result. things were never black and white for me, but they seem even more equivocal now. what i want, what i should want, what i should do, where i want to be, why i want to do/be what/where i want to do/be, whom i want to surround myself with. priorities. interestingly i'm not as driven as i usually am to sort it all out in my head. it's scary not feeling in control, but maybe control is an illusion after all.
i think i'll try out this ambiguity for a while. i was told today that i'm "just a baby" at 21; maybe i should revel in the naivete that entitles me to. for a while. a while is all i really have, anyway.
"and all of these moments
just might find their way into my dreams tonight
but i know that they'll be gone,
when the morning light sings
and brings new things,
but tomorrow night you see
that they'll be gone too,
too many things i have to do,
but if all of these dreams might find their way
into my day-to-day scene
i'll be under the impression,
i was somewhere in-between
with only two,
just me and you
not so many things we got to do,
or places we got to be
we'll sit beneath the mango tree now."
- better together, jack johnson.
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