sunshine upon my face, a new song for me to sing

auf wiedersehen

-was the center of everyone's mind this friday. it wasn't as bad as it would be next year, but still depressing nonetheless. the bright side? no more waking up to the sound of a machine, slugging it out for an 8 hour duration, and staring at different superior faces with various moods and wants (a majority of 'em leaning towards anguish mind you)

as said, why it's worth missing.

i did say i wasn't going to be waken up by a machine. however, it wasn't long for the boys to take it's place. anyway, i felt like grunge-ing out today. ian and i spent the rest of the morning in the living room

personally i find the living room a perfect place to think and unwind, especially on sunny, windy days. a nice view minus the bars, a comfy couch, music and good company are o.k. by me.

now there's just one problem left to get over

just because they can't feel it too, doesn't mean that you have to forget~

CHARITY DAY '09~now i'm convinced that jon does not belong =)hear,see,speak no evil

to sum up the day, hyperactive-ness was present in abundance. the pain and aches were felt soon after, naturally. we had icing-obsessed devourer's, pitchers bringing new insight to the world of baseball, an affirmed conclusion that we* won't last in NS, a battle of the sexes and a regular scream fest. sigh....

...and we danced under the candelabra

why it's worth missing~

rain, rain go away. come again another day, all the world is waiting for the sunhula anyone?picasso-inspired

belief over misery, i've seen the enemy and i won't go back

after much pleading and pestering, dad finally gave up and gave into our whims. mine of course having something to do with the spongebob housing area lego set. (i have just been informed that piramid has two boxes left, please-oh-please have mercy and save the last one =D). clearly i have slipped into my second childhood. well, lego has served as a funny kind of solace for me, and what works for you, works right? this was as close as i would get near a butterfly, added that the zoom button was pushed to the maximumthe skies were beautiful, with the photography gear i had, these pictures were as close as i could get to explaining itsigh...the thought of that spongebob set is taking over my mind!

pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.

pencils, sharpie's and drawing pads are getting to me~

well everyone i know has got a reason.to say, put the past away

the birthday boythe clown =)the awesome pressie. I WANT IT SO BADLY!!voila. isn't it just the adorable-est thingbut look! this lil item is for sale and ian doesn't own it yet. and christmas is on the wayyyy *hints*the birthday song sung

anywayyy, the day out with le boyfriend was alright. despite the numerous times of underestimation, no surprise that a surprise was in store

sigh...=). this is gonna sound so old but to hell with it. i love him.

going outta my head, lost in a fairytale

one art

the art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

lose something every day. accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

the art of losing isn't hard to master.

then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. none of these will bring disaster

i lost my mother's watch. and look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

the art of losing isn't hard to master.

i lost two cities, lovely ones. and, vaster,

some realms i owned, two rivers, a continent.

i miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture i love)

i shan't have lied. it's evident

the art of losing's not too hard to master

though it may look like (write it!) like disaster.

~elizabeth bishop