I had an odd dream last night. It was long, but the main thing is that I was a green balloon with a string. Then towards the end, after jumping down a wall, I found myself with friends - who I don't know and there were two humans, a monkey with a long tail and some other friends who were not humans...animals of some kind. But cute, you know. - and we were being ushered into a room. We sat down and we were all worried because we had to find a solution to a problem - how to pump me back up with air because I was deflating. The dream continued but,
the point that struck a chord with me - a simple, plaintive, tumultous one - was the thing I felt while I was slowly fading away but seeing everyone around me.
Just a thought.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Gott und der Himmel
"Its just that I think God is so awesomely perfect, and its just something so indescribable."
Yesterday we were in Alexander Gardens just lazing in the sun...it was really pretty. Then that's what I realised.
<3
Yesterday we were in Alexander Gardens just lazing in the sun...it was really pretty. Then that's what I realised.
<3
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Valentinstag <3<3
Happy Valentine's Day (: (:
It's odd. I never knew, but i realise that i expected today, valentine's day, to be different from any other calendar day. Not different personally, but i think i was looking for the atmosphere in the whole of Melbourne to be different - brightened, you know? Filled with anticipation of the what if and excitement as people have little heart shaped dreams fulfilled. But from morning to afternoon while commuting to manyyy different places, i didn't see anything to convince me today was different; an alien would hardly have imagined that today was valentine's day. It is sad... (Apart from anna thang - you absolute darling.)
Then on the way home from chaddy, I saw lots of avila girls at the station and the busstop, and I couldn't help but smile and feel so, so happy! They were crossing the road, idling by the train station, standing in groups chatting; but the difference is that there were girls holding little bears, prettily wrapped flowers, longstemmed roses. Wrapped in red, it just couldn't help but catch attentions. It was absolutely charming. If I distance myself from them by the fact that I'm not in high school any longer, I have the 'right' to say this. :P
Valentine's day in one aspect is very, very commercialised, but even so, surely we can keep the spirit and tradition alive, personally? It's all very worthy to be anti-establishment as we grow older and more world-wise, but there's just something so very refreshing and happiness-inducing to see the high school kids get caught up in valentines day. Admittedly there are politics and competition involved in the high school world, and maybe it's not very nice if you didn't receive anything - there are always other years - but i do wonder why i see it less and less as people age. Is it done because it's the done thing of the day? Or is it childish?
Because I really do trust that at the heart of valentine's day, it is the simple profession of love from someone to another. It's just so, so sweet to see those girls carrying those longstemmed roses, and it just makes me feel warm and so fulfilled in an odd way inside (: I think it's such a time-treasured way. Maybe, only just maybe, we're too smart for our own good by being anti-establishment and anti-commercialism and anti-whatthereis, and maybe some things can be taken at face value? For the sweet nature they were given in, and for the simple delight they bring, and even if it's not so, maybe we can keep believing it. Because it does make me happy.
It's odd. I never knew, but i realise that i expected today, valentine's day, to be different from any other calendar day. Not different personally, but i think i was looking for the atmosphere in the whole of Melbourne to be different - brightened, you know? Filled with anticipation of the what if and excitement as people have little heart shaped dreams fulfilled. But from morning to afternoon while commuting to manyyy different places, i didn't see anything to convince me today was different; an alien would hardly have imagined that today was valentine's day. It is sad... (Apart from anna thang - you absolute darling.)
Then on the way home from chaddy, I saw lots of avila girls at the station and the busstop, and I couldn't help but smile and feel so, so happy! They were crossing the road, idling by the train station, standing in groups chatting; but the difference is that there were girls holding little bears, prettily wrapped flowers, longstemmed roses. Wrapped in red, it just couldn't help but catch attentions. It was absolutely charming. If I distance myself from them by the fact that I'm not in high school any longer, I have the 'right' to say this. :P
Valentine's day in one aspect is very, very commercialised, but even so, surely we can keep the spirit and tradition alive, personally? It's all very worthy to be anti-establishment as we grow older and more world-wise, but there's just something so very refreshing and happiness-inducing to see the high school kids get caught up in valentines day. Admittedly there are politics and competition involved in the high school world, and maybe it's not very nice if you didn't receive anything - there are always other years - but i do wonder why i see it less and less as people age. Is it done because it's the done thing of the day? Or is it childish?
Because I really do trust that at the heart of valentine's day, it is the simple profession of love from someone to another. It's just so, so sweet to see those girls carrying those longstemmed roses, and it just makes me feel warm and so fulfilled in an odd way inside (: I think it's such a time-treasured way. Maybe, only just maybe, we're too smart for our own good by being anti-establishment and anti-commercialism and anti-whatthereis, and maybe some things can be taken at face value? For the sweet nature they were given in, and for the simple delight they bring, and even if it's not so, maybe we can keep believing it. Because it does make me happy.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Der Traumbaum
Do you know when dreams mix with reality? It's like the dream plant grows a tendril that overhangs into the sweet, calm river. Then it grows so that the curly tendril with its furriness is dipped into the river, and as the river washes by with time, the vaguely bitter taste of that dream plant has flowed into the river and tints the taste of the water. I suppose there are times when it can be a sweet, pleasant fruit from the tree that has washed into the water, but what happens when the events in a dream leave such a lasting impact that it influences your feelings that need be used in real life?
The dream tree and its environment, the atmosphere created, is so sweet and mellow however. One cannot help but be gently seduced into trusting its fruit and accept the invitation to languish in the green grass. The entire dream garden is tinged with a faint, yellowed colour, the colour of pages in old books, and somehow that only seems to enhance its honesty.
How to seperate it and yourself, when in comparison life seems like the sun in your eyes, with the colour around faded and washed out?
The dream tree and its environment, the atmosphere created, is so sweet and mellow however. One cannot help but be gently seduced into trusting its fruit and accept the invitation to languish in the green grass. The entire dream garden is tinged with a faint, yellowed colour, the colour of pages in old books, and somehow that only seems to enhance its honesty.
How to seperate it and yourself, when in comparison life seems like the sun in your eyes, with the colour around faded and washed out?
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