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HARU-KESHIKI
光が伸びる方角はどっちだい?
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| Tobenai Tsubasa |
[Jan. 16th, 2007|10:34 pm] |
So I had a dream the other night. We were in an abandoned warehouse/factory type building. There was a tight tunnel or corridor filled with pipes that we had just entered. We were previously in a gym-like place, except I was looking at it from a top corner of the room, strangely enough. There was a dark blue haze to everything. My "class" was lined up in single file and we walked down the tunnel one by one. Beside us, another group like us was walking in the opposite direction. It was a pretty tight squeeze, but our arms never touched the other group's.
The second scene. Somehow, we were all paired off. I was paired with a boy, but I never saw his face. We were on a hill with camping tents placed in a line around us. People were milling about. You couldn't see the scenery around, but it was in the dark of the evening and a white light (a campfire?) was lighting everything. It was a vast, clear space. The boy and I were in a tight embrace. I couldn't see his face still. My face was turned to the left, the right side of my face pressed to his chest. He was wearing a dark shirt. Only his right arm and his shirt were all I could see.
Third scene. I was mad. We were walking on this row of some crumbly dark blue material along the wall. It was a long, thin-surfaced material. One slip, and we could fall. We were along the wall of the gym mentioned previously. There were girls, one on each side of me. We were hanging onto a silver pipe as we shimmied along the blue material. Someone said something. It was something, I think, about the boy that had hugged me in the last scene. He had left me, maybe. I started to hold onto the pipe tightly and stomp on the blue material. It crumbled down onto the gym floor, which was a long, scary way down. A girl was telling me to stop. I didn't listen.
And that's all. Someone tell me what it means. |
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| Confused |
[Oct. 2nd, 2006|06:42 pm] |
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I think those dreams in which I make out with random boys seriously gets to me. I think I'm going crazy. You know what the strangest thing is? I never remember their faces. |
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| Plenty of Things to Say to You |
[Sep. 30th, 2006|08:34 pm] |
"There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how." I stumbled upon a song today on someone else's lj. I don't even know how the song sounds, but the lyrics are beautiful.
"Spitting Games" - Snow Patrol
( Read more... ) |
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| Blank Pages and Your Eyes on Mine |
[Aug. 2nd, 2006|11:26 pm] |
Sometimes I look up there and see no answers. I call out and nobody is there. I cry to the earth and nothing comes out. I see you there, eyes downcast, face pinched in a pained way. I touch you with a hand and you flinch.
And my random words are your temple. |
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| Taiwan. |
[Aug. 1st, 2006|11:20 pm] |
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Taiwan is home. My home. I don't consider Canada my home anymore does a wanderer chains. Everything about my homeland makes me fall in love all over again. The landscape, the music, the food, the cemetary at Jiu Fen, the memories in Kaohsiung, the largeness of Taipei, the towering skyscrapers, the noise, the crowds, the night markets, the Taiwanese accent, the way of saying Mandarin, the 7/11's, my relatives... It makes me tingle all over and feel a heady sense of excitement. A sort of sadness follows. It'll be a period of time before I go back now. It's okay, I'm a patient person. I'll take it day by day. |
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| Another Dream, and Yet...? |
[Jul. 26th, 2006|11:03 pm] |
So yesterday night I had a dream. A person who used to go to my old school, CSS, and now goes to Western, was in it. Her name is Joyce. We went to this theatre building with lots of that dark red fabric that opens and closes to signify show beginnings and ends. It had many staircases and twists and turns. There were lounge, locker areas, in which people I'd known in my old school appeared to be talking. Another room, they were there and in those plastic, uncomfortable chairs with the metal legs. Angelo, Derek, Stephanie, etc. Also many others which I recognized by their presence, but now I can't fully put a name to the blurry faces.
There was also James. In the first scene of him, I approached him and hugged him, but he had no legs. And his back or chest protruded something. Extra bone or something, I can't remember. And in the other scenes, everyone was talking about him in negative ways, but I was always there to stand up for him. He also had a gaping wound on the back of his head. I think it was bloody and caved in. I followed Joyce around for some unknown reason. She talked to me, told me things, that I've now forgotten. She went to get something done, and then she turned around and told me "Now I know I'm not pregnant." I asked her, "Why do you need to know that." or something or other. She replied, "I missed three periods, and you still ask me?", I think, in a pissed off sort of fashion.
The rest is sort of vague. |
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| Merchants and Robbers and Lovers |
[Jul. 10th, 2006|02:32 pm] |
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
- Jessica [Act II, Scene vi, Lines 37-38]
The Merchant of Venice |
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| Dreams are Meant to be Spoken |
[Jul. 8th, 2006|10:34 pm] |
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I had a dream the night before yesterday, I think. It was about this person with me on this Planetarium on top of a building. We were outside of it, looking at the whole city in the dead of night. He was kneeling down on one knee, and I was propped up, lying there with his other knee supporting me. For some reason, he hated me and wanted to kill me, but loved me and couldn't. He was going to lower my body temperature, using powers I'm not sure how he had. And then there was a jealous, gorgeous woman standing a ways away, in a green, flowing dress. She wanted him for herself. However, somehow, the man loved me instead. |
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| The...Beginning? |
[Jul. 8th, 2006|08:51 pm] |
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This is truly the beginning of a great relationship. The starting. The pilot episode. I'm sure. This is the pistol that signifies the startpoint of a race. This is where it all begins, ladies and gentlemen. |
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