Sunday, May 30, 2010

Wish bracelet

Last year at my school cultural festival, I bought a wish bracelet. It's a embroidery-thread bracelet that you wear, making a wish as you tie it on. When it wears off and breaks, your wish is supposed to come true.

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Today I was out at the river with James, riding bikes in the sun and listening to the water, alone in our thoughts and together in everything else. I looked down at my wrist, and saw that my bracelet was gone. I don't know when that happened. It can't have been long ago.

Did my wish come true? I'm not sure, actually! For a long time, I thought my wish already came true, but now that the bracelet is gone, is the wish gone? Did I jump too soon into thinking "I got it!"?

Hahahaha... got to remember that people have to make their own wish come true, in the end (says the girl who wishes on everything from clock times to pennies to stars)

I can feel things changing around me, and I'm not sure what to do about it yet.
Oh my god, what if you have to keep the bracelet after it falls off? And bury it in a special shrine or something? oh my god, and I lost it!!



I had a good day today!

Now I am having a food coma because I ate all my daily food in too short a time. Foolish me!

Thursday, May 27, 2010

I'm having a relaxing night, eating dinner and watching "My Favorite Year". And blogging. At the same time. Dinner is curry, same as yesterday dinner, and lunch, and the day before dinner. I'm getting pretty sick of it, and I'm also sick of how it keeps exploding in the microwave.

Rumor has it there is a letter swooping my way, and I'm swapping stories online already. It's something good to look forward to.

I'm also looking forward to arts & crafts this weekend, and having open windows. I leave my curtains open at night, and in the morning the sun shines directly in on my bed. I'll get a tan just by sleeping, and that's crazy.

I used to write all the time like I was an authority on something, but the fact is, I'm really not... an authority on my own life, maybe. Which is good. My life, that is. A good life. I'm perfectly at ease. A student stopped me on the way out the gate today, and I walked him nearly all the way to his juku, talking about various things. A good kid.

Today is my dad's birthday! He is older now.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Tears!

There were tears in my eyes at the end of LOST, and tears in my eyes all during WICKED. I can't say in proper words my feelings. I won't really try...

Oh yes indeed I had a good weekend.
There should be photos, but there are not... maybe later. I have some in mind.

Wicked I have loved for a long time, and I finally saw it. Lost I have enjoyed recently, and it ended in a way of which I approve.



But now I have to stop watching television, because I have watched far, far too much and soon my brain will dry up and drop out. Instead, I oughta be inventing a new civilization or something.

Actually my brain is busy trying to sort out how time worked/got messed up/jumped back after the bomb went off on the island. Today I was working with the idea that it was the island moving about in time, not the survivors. I drew a lot of pictures of timelines looping and parallel lines and islands with tiny palm trees, but I didn't come up with any idea that satisfied me. Also I forgot a lot of details that I needed, for example when they went, and who they saw in which times.

Fuu. I can't be bothered right now, because I want to sleep!

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Letters

Today I was at work, cleaning up my computer. I was doing other stuff, but the accumulation of crap on my computer was becoming overwhelming… a huge jumble of files and scraps dating back to 2004. To tell the truth, some of the files are from 2002, dragged over from my old computer after I graduated high school.

I am SO PLEASED with my computer for lasting this long. Every so often I think I should put it out to pasture and get a new slicker better unit, but this one has served me so well for so long that I can’t see why I should leave it by the wayside, just because it’s old.

Anyway, while sorting things into new folders, I found a document called “Madam”, created March 19, 2007. It’s a love letter from a spurned lover to ‘Marie’, and I didn’t write it. Some googling has not provided me with answers. It’s definitely weird. Here it is;

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Madame:
Can it really be that I must never see you again? This question haunts me, for my heart has already come to feel your absence as a great privatation. When I learned that you had stopped posing, and that I was unwittingly cause, I felt strangely sad.
I wanted to write you, even though I am not given to writing; one almost always regrets it. But I run no risk, since my mind is made up to give myself to you for good and all.
You know our long talk on Thursday was most strange. It has changed my whole state and makes me write this letter.
Think of a man saying: “I love you,” and begging, and a woman answering: “Love you? I? Never! There is but one I love, and woe to anyone who follows, for he would earn my coldness and contempt”. And this same man, for the pleasure of looking longer into your eyes, lets you talk of another, talk of nothing but him, warm your blood for him alone, and think only of him. All these avowals have changed you, most strangely, from a merely desirable woman into a woman that I love for her candor, for her passion, for her directness, for her youth, and for her folly.
I have lost greatly by these explanations, since you were so decided that I had to submit at once. But you, madame, have greatly gained, for you have inspired my respect and deep esteem. Live ever thus and treasure the passion that makes you so lovely and so happy.
Come back, I beg, and I will make my longings gentle and modest. I deserved your contempt when I answered that I would be content with crumbs. I lied. Oh, but if you only knew how lovely you were that evening. I dare not be commonplace with compliments, but your eyes, your mouth, your whole living and moving person comes before my closed eyes and I feel it has come to stay.
Come back, I beg you on my knees. I do not say that you will find me free from love. However you cannot keep my longings from haunting your arms, your lovely hands, your eyes where all your life is gathered, your whole adorable body, no, you cannot stop that. But fear not; you are something I worship, and could never defile. I shall always see you as radiant as I did. Your whole person is so good, so beautiful, and so sweet to breathe. For me you are life and motion, no so much because of your quick gesture and the violent side of your nature, as because of your eyes, that cannot but inspire a poet with deathless love. How can I tell you how much I love your eyes and all your beauty? You blend two warring graces, the grace of the child and the grace of the woman. Oh, believe me when I tell you from the bottom of my heart that you are adorable and that I love you deeply. The feeling is virtuous that binds me to you forever. Do what I will, you are henceforth my talisman and my strength. I love you, Marie, there’s no denying that, but the love that I feel is the love the Christian for his God. It would be sacrilege to give and earthly and often shameful name to this bodiless and mystical cult, this suave and chaste attraction that unites my soul to yours, whether you will or no. I was dead and you gave me life. Oh, you little know how much! I own you, for your angel glance struck unknown joys into me, your eyes drew me into the soul’s bliss, into all that is perfect and delicate. Henceforth, you are my one dream, my passion, and my loveliness; you are the part of myself that a spiritual essence has shaped.
Through you, Marie, I shall be strong and great. Like Petrarch, I will immortalize my Laura. Be my guardian Angel, my Muse and my Madonna, and lead me on the path to Beauty.
Do answer me one word, I beg you, just one. Everyone’s life has doubtful and decisive days when a token of friendship, a look, a scribbled something will fling us into silliness of madness. I swear to you that I am such a state. A word from you would be a blessing to gaze on and learn by heart. Could you but know how I love you. Here, I fling myself at your feet: one word, say one word… No, you will not!
Happy, a thousand times happy, must be the man whom you have chosen out of all, you who are so wise and fair and gifted, all desire, spirit, and heart. What woman could ever take your place! I dare not ask to see you, lest you refuse. I had rather wait.
I shall wait for years, and when you see yourself loved with respect, with complete disinterestedness, then you will recall that you started by treating me badly, and you will own that you did wrong.
Anyways, I am not free to ward off what blows the idol may please to strike at me. You were pleased to show me the door. I am pleased to adore you. The matter is settled.



seems unfinished to me.

Strange, innit. Wish I knew who wrote it, and why it’s on my computer.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

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Rain forecasted for today. Nothing happened, but big black cloud boiled up to the south. I'm not afraid of that! I had to face the wind all the way out to James', but on the way home it gave me a push in the right direction.

Today was good to me. I was bored, for most of it, but I could spend some time daydreaming.

Japan is in that good transition time between cold and hot.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

May

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1. Kyoshitsu, 2. China Great Wall, 3. Great Wall, Jinshanling, 4. Holding Hands


Back, after a spell.

What do you say, at this point?
Not a rehash of the last... 2 years. But it's May again, 2 years later, and I'm also 2 years later.

Dianne told me on my right palm, it shows your life in conscious interpretation and choice. On my right palm, I have three life lines, it looks like. Three lives! Does that mean three at once, or three eras to my life? If it's three eras, I reckon I'm on number 2.

I thought about starting fresh, but going on a new blog is hard for me... the momentum to write is difficult to jump-start. Plus, I like all the photos in this one. There is a blog service, tumblr, that is all about photos. Just blogs full of photos. I love reading tumblr blogs, in particular this one.
But I can't spend all my time reblogging, so I'm staying here with my mosaics and my memories. And my shorthand and the old things.

Ah anyway... I won't be waxing too long. Or being poetical. I hope. I am... 2 years older? And maybe a little more realistic.

Hey, it's all good. Today is very warm and sunshiney.