|
THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.
The past week has been, to sum it all up: richly overwhelming (in all its connotations and irony of the very phrase) Much has happened, some of my doing, some beyond anyone's control. All in all, I'm thankful that He has made it easier though I deserve not even the littlest amount of grace and more importantly, I thank Him for watching over a very special someone through her rough and painful patch.
Like my favourite catch-phrase goes, FIGHTING! So Mr. Dio has finally embarked on our new journey through our last (phew, FINALLY!) text, a novel by George Eliot (who was in actual fact a female author by the real name of Mary Anne Evans, but used the pen-name 'George' due to understandable societal issues back in the 19th Century!) entitled 'Silas Marner'. I actually foresee myself growing to love this novel because of its depth and great insight into humanity and our complexities. The idea of 'the gift of a child' when Silas finds an abandoned little girl, Eppie, and grows to love her unconditionally over the period in which he parents her really got me interested! More intriguing an idea would be how Eppie actually changes his life and redeems it because the love he has for his daughter enables him to learn again how to appreciate those aspects of life from which he had shut himself off. Here's the epigraph of the novel extracted from William Wordsworth's poem (ballad) , 'Michael', A child, more than all other gifts That earth can offer to declining man, Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts. Eliot's take on 'Tolerance' was another idea which drew me to her novel. Eliot stressed in her work, more often than not, the importance of tolerance: the ability to judge people not only by their actions but also by their motives and intentions, the human heart- their reasons for behaving as they did. Come to think of it, she's right, isn't she? On another note, here's to JOJO, my late blog shout-out:  You're EIGHTEEN, aw. Have a great year ahead, and remember I love you m'dear! Always, always here for you. You're like Sunshine (: i want to go to the zoo, i want ice-cream, i want to just lie in the sun and let the day go by! TonFlyingHigh!10:48 PM *** Tuesday, April 18, 2006
 The skies' a grey sheet of sympathetic background and we soak up the rain in all its glorious lustre. The wind's a tyrant to the frailest and most concrete of arrangements but you say we'll brave the despot of a storm with our hands holding on to the sheer strength of one relentless grasp. But for a moment I forget the oppression and see that the most beautiful of things can still be found in the most flawed, in the eyes of another warm epitome of a human soul. When the incessant downpour ceases, when your bright yellow raincoat has lost its sturdiness and the skin between our hands loses friction, I want you to find this gift, in the dry hands of another, in the warmth of a summer's day. If as one we are everything, I'd stay a thankful halve when we finally see the rays of a whole new chapter, the shores of a whole new bay. TonFlyingHigh!5:29 PM *** Monday, April 17, 2006 Would it be better, if it were to be just me singing about before? Would everything be alright then? I could do it, but all I ask for is just a few more years now. Could You, give me a few more years? TonFlyingHigh!9:45 PM *** Thursday, April 13, 2006
 Oh we'll wake up with the sun-rays on our covers (you'll smell like crisp linen because of the laundry's the other day.) You would make a quick coffee and we'll grab the bagels left untouched from yesterday's breakfast. We'll set out in the classic mini (much-loved) with our cream cheese and bagels for the biggest fair in town. How could we give the Ferris Wheel a miss? We would think we're early but realise half the town was up by half-past seven. The fair would smell of cotton-candy and rich, rich honeyed popcorn and everyone would be speaking in a third higher than their normal volumes, in a third greater exuberance. At a precise moment you'd look over and smile and turn it into an impish grin. I wouldn't want to patronize the Ghost Train but somehow you'd drag me to it, with half a bagel eaten, and a greater fraction of exhilaration waiting to be fed. I wouldn't be able to remember how many times I laughed- it would be as common as the stares from the people around us. It wouldn't be long till we got our first ice-cream cones for the day, and they would smell like fresh whipped cream off the counter at a side-walk cafe. And then, it would be only a quarter past eleven. We'd still have a whole afternoon for the carousel, for the roller coasters, for the bumper cars, for the bangers and mash, and a whole lifetime for a thousand other world-class town fairs, for a thousand other coffee-breathed saturday mornings. TonFlyingHigh!9:49 PM *** Why do we have to love our friends so much, when sometimes all you unwrap of the gift of exchange is a reciprocation of mindless words dressed in their beauteous armour layering uncertainty with invalidity? When all you need are little things to show that you don't come in third, but first, tied in with the others. I think, I feel, like I'm riding on a carousel alone in a made-up pastoral & euphoric captured polaroid still-smiling like it's real. Smiling with the wooden horses with similar painted made-up smiles, with similar plastic jubilation, thinking someone has their backs, thinking this crumb of a soul matters more than anything else in the world to a very reluctant protagonist, to some very distant token-holders. - just sometimes. TonFlyingHigh!12:50 AM *** Sunday, April 09, 2006
 "If this was different, if we lived in a place without duty, would you be with me? " "That Place does not exist." "I'll pretend he's you." * "You were right. I do not know if life is greater than death, but love was more than either."
Tristan & Isolde is a great movie! TonFlyingHigh!3:19 PM *** Thursday, April 06, 2006
 I like the way the puddles of rain reflect the world like it doesn't matter how fragmented we become on the roads when in reality we're smudged and often blotches of incongruity. I like the way we make a mess of the puddles with all the intentions of menace, just like how, very often, our problems are of our own making. When it rains it pours, but it doesn't rain incessant columns. There's bound to be sunshine, looking over a fanfare of a rainbow. Sing in the rain because you know you can't stop it. Play with the puddles because there's always something to smile about- whether it's grey skies or blue. && I'm proud of you because you gave it your best shot, not because you came in second, and because you believe in yourself, not because I do (: TonFlyingHigh!7:50 PM *** Tuesday, April 04, 2006
 Corinne Bailey Rae - Put Your Records On Three little birds, sat on my window. And they told me I don't need to worry. Summer came like cinnamon So sweet, Little girls double-dutch on the concrete. Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright And nothing seems to change, and it all will stay the same. Oh, don't you hesitate. Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams, Just go ahead, let your hair down. You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow. Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely, Sipping tea in the bar by the road side, (just relax, just relax) Don't you let those other boys fool you, Gotta love that awful hairdo. Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change. Don't you think it's strange? Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams, Just go ahead, let your hair down. You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow. Just more than I could take, pity for pity's sake Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer. Do what you want to. Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams, Just go ahead, let your hair down. TonFlyingHigh!11:04 PM *** Sunday, April 02, 2006
   In case you guys didn't know, he's Adam Brody who plays Seth Cohen from The O.C. I love this guy he makes me laughhhhhhh! check out Brody's commercials : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-R5LCx3lHE&search=adam%20brody%20commercial http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TkH7iJQzNk&search=adam%20brody
TonFlyingHigh!8:12 PM *** I Guess, It's Not That Bad After All. (pictures of my classmates in 2005)
TonFlyingHigh!1:06 AM *** |
Behind The Wheel; 
- - - - - - - - Navigate;
- - - - - - - - Playing On My Mixtape; |
