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Friday, September 23, 2005

morning ambrosia.

I felt happy for the first time in a long while last night- the slight breeze at 4 am carried with it a curious fragrance that led me to the delightful dough scented bakery. While the world was asleep, the uncles were hard at work- loafs of bread fresh from the stone steel ovens were left to cool in a corner while the rest were sliced with such precision it left me in awe. Baskets of fresh whites were lifted into vans while trays of leftovers were displayed to tempt passersby like me. And just why would I resist? I bought sweet bread and walked to the market I haven’t visited in years for a hot cup of horlicks. It was a delightful morning, one that left me lazy and content for the rest of today.

posted by voyeur @ 9/23/2005 07:14:00 PM

I like my score.

You scored as Aussie. You are Aussie!

Aussie

70%

French

65%

British

60%

Chinese

55%

German

55%

HongKonger

50%

Japanese

50%

Singaporean

45%

Taiwanese

25%

American

20%

What will you be after reborn? (translation)
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only because i never liked americans.

posted by voyeur @ 9/23/2005 04:31:00 PM

Thursday, September 22, 2005

you found a place in outerspace and you don't hurt anymore
your loving hand has slipped away and there is nothing left to say
and we were born of yellow sand there is no plan there is no end

The haunting strains of coldplay leaves one grim- we toil until the death knell tolls. Relationships rise and fall like the ebb and flow of a tide, the crashing sounds so livid at first, enunciating its every nuance like cymbals crashing at your face- stunned for a second, and the next you jump out of line- hurts your ears too much. Then the gurgly white foam retreats and you stand by shore awaiting the next crash with abated breath; this time the motions of nature enrapture you, a hypnotic mantra that carries you far out from land, your imagination and fantasy expanding with every second. It is mesmerising for awhile, until a larger than usual wave hits your knees and caught by surprise, you fall. You kneel for a bit to hear the shattering waves more intimately- you lean in closer to smell the sea. And then a larger than usual wave slaps your face and stings your eyes- made vulnerable by nature, you trusted it to be always beautiful, always alive in glorious splendour, and never malicious; you never learn.

posted by voyeur @ 9/22/2005 01:51:00 AM