flowering plant in the Northern Hemisphere
with a globe of fine filaments
children (and the wind) love to blow away...
Click on the butterflies around the dandelions to get around.
Fire your imagination, Dream in colour
a boring old hag who loves to scream her head off, mutter in gibberish, and talk to random people on the streets.
Beautiful music. Gorgeous food. the Sun.Sea.Sand. Butterflies. Dance. Movies.
Spontaneity. Laughter. Love. Courage.
The Weird, Beautiful, and Unique.
The stuff dreams are made of
the Mini Austin!
the entire collection at HMV
my spanish chef (: im gonna marry him!
more of Desigual and Koi Nobori!
the yakpak hobo bag!
A Lifetime of Musicmaking with Inspiring People
and to share this with the world
Monday, September 15, 2008
deep down, i am a creature of comfort. there are always the certain few songs or tunes that take me by the hand to my safe haven, my little treasure trove of memories, tinged with the rose coloured shades of nostalgia. these belong to my inofficial collection of songs i hold close to my heart, songs that bring me back to different days or periods in my life, now sepia toned, glazed over with the ethereal quality of dreams. and they're all it takes for the heart to wring itself into a crooked smile. memories do that to us dont they? somehow, most of the time its never really a real true blue smile. its always tainted with the knowledge that its past, never ever gonna come back. but you know, that makes it all the very more beautiful and precious in that moment itself.
there are also the bunch of random foods i crave with the intensity of an addict, and all the more in times of insecurity, of pain, of sadness and yes, of joy. foods like bread, all fluffed up and oozing the sinfulness of butter. warmly toasted and piled with cheese. and then theres my bowl of yoghurt. somehow, this fermented bacterial filled thing, it soothes me, it brings me a sense of familiarity, it makes me feel ok and yes, that niggling little piece of jigsaw will fall soon into place.
and on a perfect day, i find inmeasurable and unexplainable joy indulging in the luxury of staying at home, wearing my primary school walkathon tee shirt and shorts, reading a book while lolling on the bed, daydreaming under the canopy of a grandfather tree, cloudwatching in companiable silence with a friend, lying on the grass on our backs, having a coffee, telepathing, and yes, generally just enjoying the world we are in.