Climbing on the dangling earrings of the stars
Journal Entry: Thu Feb 7, 2008, 10:57 AM
- Mood:
Sweet - Listening to: BWV 110 [T. Koopman's take]
- Reading: Just finished Carol Berg's "Soul Weaver"
- Watching: Buffy, second time over.
- Playing: *cheerful nod*
- Eating: That would be pleasant.
- Drinking: I'm coffee girl these days.
.Descriptum.Hello world. 
Happiness makes people [well, at least me] disappear. My father always told my mother not to worry when I did not call. "You need not worry, she's fine; when she's not calling, it means she's having a great time."
It also seems to be quite the writer's block spell for many poets, but thankfully I'm not one of them. So, I didn't stop writing. I just disappeared, and I bet I won't be exactly punctual in my uploading, especially in my visual work uploading, now that I decided to re-appear.
If you have any preference regarding what I could upload in my writing account, drop me a line. There is work from the dopowrimo, work from every month since then; even some weird short prose pieces.
I've also been writing a kind of fairytale. It's a little surreal, and I don't think it can easily be accused of being too serious. 
I think that my early readings of Eugene Trivizas's fantastic stories are sneaking up on me. It progresses slowly, due to the massive amount of design and written work [two D&AD briefs, one live brief, my independent brief and quite a few essays; they're out of mind this year] I have for my last year in University, but I promise I won't abandon it. This I will not upload anytime soon, not before it's finished and I've had some time to digest it; I'm quite shy about it, actually.
More news. Good news. Life is treating me exceptionally. Things are not only restored to their previous glory, they're a whole lot better than they were before. Guess who's making me happy... and it does seem like it is for good this time. 
I spent the first semester of this academic year in Holland, in The Hague, with ~themonosandal. Beautiful months. Months painted with all the colours of the world and sprinkled with the finest music. Months bathed in light...
I returned to England on the 20th of January, and resumed my degree course shortly after. Last year, last semester - this is the end of the line. I - we - did visit Greece for Christmas and New Years Eve, we split the days between Athens and Thessaloniki [Athens got the biggest piece of the cake]. Now that I mentioned cake, I even won the lucky coin in New Year's cake [yes, vasilopita]. It's all bright and warm and soft [err, not the cake], but also strong, and full of songs and whispers about hammocks and curtains and Christmas trees and a pair of eyes fixed enough in mine to call home...
I do hope I haven't made you sick with my sugar and spice and all things nice. I'll tell you some bits that aren't all that shiny as well to make it up to you. My loser of a flatmate has been stealing for what was supplies enough to last for ten days. He actually ate everything that I had in my freezer, and then told me that he has no job or money, and that he'll buy what he owes when and if he borrows money from someone. The thing is, I'm running on a very, very low budget this semester, and this month is the worst of all. This doesn't usually upset me, I'm excellent at organizing everything and surviving with very little. I had 50p in my wallet, and food enough for one meal per day and a bite of breakfast until the 16th [which is first day of my financial months]. Now I have food enough for four days, and a landlord who is willing to lend me a few pounds, thank God.
The flatmate issue is nothing, though, it's just an annoying pebble in my shoe. I feel exhilarated with what I have; gratitude escapes through my every pore towards what's out there.
I do miss him now that I'm in England, but in the good, uni-work-doing, skype-talking, Buffy-watching, exercising, going-out-for-walks, writing-dA-journals and cooking kind of way; not at all in the idle, depressed and insecure kind of way. I'm travelling to Holland in 15 days, staying for 9. Then I'll travel again on the 13th of March and stay for all [Western] Easter holidays and block study week [spring break]. And then university will be over, and I'll move there.
I definitely wish you all the best of luck, my luck [just without the nasty flatmates and the low-on-cash issue].
.Travellers.
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[Sola fide.] 
Devious Comments
Keep taking care of you.
Love from Portugal.
--
"Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Munnin, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say, 'Nevermore'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you" said the raven. " -> American Gods, Neil Gaiman
How has been life treating you?
I'm sending you warm, happy thoughts.
--
"Do you want to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering."
- Henri-Frédéric Amiel.
She is threating me fairly, one days good, another days bad, as it should be.
Thank you for your warmness, milady. You are in my heart.
--
"Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Munnin, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say, 'Nevermore'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you" said the raven. " -> American Gods, Neil Gaiman
We should catch up on MSN sometime.
Really.
--
"Do you want to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering."
- Henri-Frédéric Amiel.
But let me know when you are online. Because most of the times I'm with my msn offline.
--
"Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Munnin, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say, 'Nevermore'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you" said the raven. " -> American Gods, Neil Gaiman
--
"Do you want to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering."
- Henri-Frédéric Amiel.
--
"Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Munnin, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say, 'Nevermore'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you" said the raven. " -> American Gods, Neil Gaiman
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