Thursday, June 22, 2006
the curse
well, i woke up this morning. the curse came. ugghh. my period is superly irregular. anyway. loads of homework to do. sigh. school's starting soon. yep.
shall leave you guys with this:
One face looks out from all his canvasses,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans;
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
A nameless girl in freshest summer greens,
A saint, an angel - every canvass means
The same one meaning, neither more nor less.
He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light;
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.
a poem by Christina Rossetti. Enjoy!
It's all about Me.
PROFILE
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CFPS, RGS, RJ
Sometimes I like stillness and silence, but I get restless easily. I am happy when I am doing new things and when my days are jampacked. I am happy when around
friends and family.
I like anything which has a dignified air, and also anything that is seemingly effortless. I write poetry and prose, when I can. (No guarantees about standard of said
writing.)
But the best moments are when we're all laughing till our sides hurt, till we're gasping for air, and we're tearing. When the endorphins kick in full blast. I live
for these moments.
I am a work in progress. I am constantly trying to find myself. I have a bucket list, it is ambitious.
What you see here is only 0.1%, the rest goes into my diary.
Maybe some other day.
Talk
You have my thanks.
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