Christmas Wish-list.

I know, I know. It’s too early, but hey. We’re all materialistic people, so who’s judging?

I would like:

Snow Patrol CD – Songs for Polar Bears (very old, I know but I want it)
Snow Patrol CD – When It’s All Over We Still Have To Clear Up
Snow Patrol Limited Edition Fan Version Up To Now boxset
This limited edition version contains:

• 2 CDs
• 3 heavyweight LPs
• 2 DVDs
• Lithographic print by Bradley Quinn
• Full colour LP-sized booklet
• Each box will be numbered and wrapped in cloth(!!!?)

In case you haven’t noticed, this is probably a joke, because I can’t find these anywhere. Anywhere. I’m too late. Sigh.

Trying to lose my mind.

Lack of sleep.
Me-time deficiency.
Inadequate No Exercise.
Emotional Desolation.
Poor Eating Habits.
Burnt Out.

 

2 days.

It amazes me how ironic art school can be.
In a place where people are thought to be celebrated for being unique.
In a place where people are thought to be celebrated for being special.
In a place where people are thought to be celebrated for being different.

People are put down.

People are excluded.
People are left out.

Is it nature’s way of making sure ‘birds of a feather flock together’? Its elimination process to filter out the rest?

Or is it just because a group of people have a set of their own ideals, and choose to be friends only with people who seem to ‘match’ their intellect/appearance/attitude?

That makes sense, considering a group of people could all have the same low level of compassion, and low level of understanding. So hey man, whatever floats your shallow boat. I don’t need to care.

I don’t need to care anymore, about what people think.
And I won’t.

If I kiss you where its sore,

It’s been a rough week. Critique went pretty well, but nevertheless, always room for booms. None of us can afford to slack now, what with only slightly over a week till the major crit, and 5 weeks to assessment? That’s definitely not enough time to take my time. Tomorrow will be the last day I play Facebook games, and this might be the last post till crit/assessment, unless its work-related.

Recently, I’ve put aside half an hour a day to sew with Bro (My sewing machine, from Brother =D) just to practise. So far I’ve amateurishly sewn a slipcase thingie, a slipcase thingie with drawstrings, a felt pouch to carry my meds (what can I say, I’m a sickly fellow), I sewed up a slit in my sister’s dress for her, and just last night I made an ugly pencil case. I’d say that’s pretty good progress for someone who absolutely repels all accuracy. After assessment, I’ll probably increase it to a few hours every day, so I can eventually include fabric into my work (not just the assessment table cloth, you see).

I will draw for half an hour every day also. From Life. Yeah, Harley Brown, I will.

Anyone gonna join me? =]

More than words.

[Just a list of words that I've found extremely beautiful lately. Not just phonically, but think composition-wise also. Repeated letters, and the sound you make when you pronounce them. ]

September. Noodles. Crows. Magnolia. Cinnamon. Aquatint. Carrot.

Leaf. Death.

Btw. Crit’s on 21st October! AHHHH. Thankfully its only 1 subject.

Stupid girl, I should’ve known.

It’s like when it suddenly starts raining, and you never expected it to rain so hard.

But it’s too early to think about such things. Or is it? Is it possible to just keep the blinkers on till we reach the bridge, or do we do something about it now?

I don’t want this to be the part where I have to start learning to let you go, to start living without you.

Cause how do you turn around when you’ve been 10 months on the road?

We’re so fairytale it makes people sick.

Four days long.

She sat just like the others at the table.
But on second glance, she seemed to hold her cup
a little differently as she picked it up.
She smiled once. It was almost painful.

And when they finished and it was time to stand
and slowly, as chance selected them, they left
and moved through many rooms (they talked and laughed),
I saw her. She was moving far behind

the others, absorbed, like someone who will soon
have to sing before a large assembly;
upon her eyes, which were radiant with joy,
light played as on the surface of a pool.

She followed slowly, taking a long time,
as though there were some obstacle in the way;
and yet: as though, once it was overcome,
she would be beyond all walking, and would fly.
– Going Blind, Rainer Maria Rilke

Art, art, I want you.

I wondered what would be the worth of my words in the world
if i write them and then recite them are they worth being heard
just because i like them does that mean i should mic them
and see what might unfurl

i think of the significance of my opinions here
is it significant to be giving them does anybody care
just because i’m into this does that mean i should live like it
and really, do i dare?

art, art i want you
art you make it pretty hard not too
and my heart is trying hard here to follow you
but i can’t always tell if i ought to

so i pondered the point of my art in this life
if i make it will someone take it and think it’s genuine
will they be glad that i did ’cause they got something good out of it
will they leave me and be any more inspired

i question the outcome of the outpouring of myself
if i tell everyone my stories will this keep me healthy and well
will it give me purpose, to this world some sort of service
is it worth it, how can i tell?

-Art by Tanya Davis

This song means so much to me.

Oh, Jesus I love You.

Oh Jesus, I love You
And I love Buddha too
Ramakrishna, Guru Dev
Tao Te Ching and Mohammed

Why do some people say
That there is just one way
To love You, God, and come to You?
We are all a part of You

You are un-nameable
You are unknowable
All we have is metaphor
That’s what time and space are for

Is the universe Your thought?
You are and You are not
You are many, You are one
Ever ending, just begun

Alright, alright, alright
I love You and Buddha too.

- Mason Jennings

Damn cute song, plus it makes perfect sense =]