My Favourite Word

This place

2010-12-10T12:31:00.005+11:00

Blue squares and splashed walls;

Perfect blocks and absent drawl.

Black heels and knotted scarves;

Traffic jams and crossed paths.

Flat water and spiky palms;

Riotous fun and deathly calm.

Shady groves and lonely dogs;

Silent ships and hanging fog.

Burning scrub and hazy skies;

Drenched parks and pesterous flies.

Concrete streets and money spent;

Loud cars and climbing rent.

Enduring sounds and forgotten tunes;

Cheerful November and grizzly June.

Everlasting tastes and fresh liquid-gold;

These are the stories that this place has told.

The twinkling of green

2010-12-10T11:54:00.003+11:00

The twinkling of green

like raindrops formed on branches

on the spindly brown tendrils

that reach for the sky

Their glossy facade

bunched up in lush groups

play home to the creatures

that call their sweet cry

The shimmering dims

and they wane with the seasons

yet this solitary beauty

knows not despair with time

But patience and quiet

as they wait o'er once more

to burst through and glisten

and luscious beauty restore

The cicada's

2010-12-10T11:20:00.006+11:00

So, it's been somewhat of a hiatus. But I am back to write about my general musings and so forth. I realised the other day that I have so many strange/funny/interesting (and also rather bland) memories floating around in my mind, that I really should keep a track of them on paper (or in cyberspace, as it were).

I hope to use this space as a sort of journal, to exercise my mind and escape to another place of words and thoughts and visualisations; something that I think the written word provides like no other medium.

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So the cicada's are out. How I love cicada's...they're so loud, and when they woke me at 4am the other day I couldn't help but enjoy it, even though I seriously needed to be asleep. Apparently they are amongst the loudest of insects in the world, and having one 'sing' next to a human ear could cause permanent deafness. Interesting, yes?

Apparently in Japan they are seen as a symbol of rebirth and re-awakening, shedding their shell at the beginning of summer to live, sing, procreate, only to die and begin the cycle again.

I love the way in which the Japanese culture is full of delicate symbolism; it is steeped in tradition that is still revered, even in today's modernised world.

Muse?

2009-09-29T12:10:00.005+10:00

So, I don't get the big deal with the band Muse. They seem to have achieved a sort of cult, rock-star status (which is something that I don't really recall happening).

Do you view them as standing on a high rung of the hierarchy of music?

Perhaps I am missing something - it does seem like their new music has some Queen-and-U2-esque qualities to it - but I still don't see the appeal.

Although I don't mind them, I do find the singers vocals somewhat irritating at times.

Each to their own and all of that, but I guess this is one band I just cannot appreciate.

Yesterday

2009-09-18T11:01:00.004+10:00

Lady I met on public transport yesterday:

A 74 year old woman, sweet, grandmotherly. I love talking to elderly people as they remind me of my Nan, who was just the best.

I was dripping wet and my toes were freezing! We chatted about the weather, our day's, how she smokes and was asked by a drunk for a cigarette, a man who was very appreciative of her generosity.

Aren't old people just lovely? She wished me all the best for the future after asking my name, and then we jumped on the bus - which I might add - was so old-school, like the ones I used to take to and from school as a child. I like the old buses better than the new ones, which are really open and half standing space.

The sun is out which is great. I feel like I'm getting another headache, which is not so great. Maybe it's my headband? I might take it off. In actual fact it probably has more to do with the fact that I haven't eaten today, so I might just do that now.

Ocean

2009-09-02T13:15:00.000+10:00

It is so lovely outside, I want to go and enjoy it. I've made my mind up, however, to at least attempt to complete the task I have for today.

I just have a lot of work to do. So much to do, in fact, that I picture myself at the bottom of an ocean, with the dark water looming all around.

Knowing that I only have a certain amount of time until I will need oxygen again, I look to the surface.

I know that getting to the surface will take longer than that which I have left.

So, it seems fruitless to attempt it.

This is bearing down on my usually light-hearted soul! Mind you, it's not a life or death situation at all. Not even a detrimental one. Not in the slightest.

Fruitless, I shan't let it be! Off I go....

Minute 1

2009-09-02T13:06:00.001+10:00

So, this is my first post. It'll be a short and sweet one, as I have literally been on here for one whole minute. I should stop procrastinating and either get on with my day

go outside to enjoy the luminous sunshine (which, miraculously, appeared on the first day of spring. So far so good).

Favourite word = blossom

Because it's pretty, and they're pretty.