HOLD ON TIGHT

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT And when we were children, staying at the archduke's, My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. ~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot Monday, February 05, 2007 gratefulness. this blog is screwed. now everytime i feel like blogging and being adolescent i think about the faces of the people reading the blog and i feel like laughing, in gratefulness. and its too difficult to be sad. posted by dawn # 10:00 AM Comments: :) # posted by Anonymous : 12:49 PM aheheheheheheheheh. come on, admit it, you love me. uh, not more than sam of course!right! right! right? (sam don't kill me) # posted by Pak : 2:08 PM treasure adolescence, love. we've only got like, 50 more days of it. wah lau eh. i feel so old. much love, nurul # posted by Anonymous : 2:50 PM there are too many ROWDY BOYS loitering around MY SACRED SPACE! i dislike them all INTENSELY. :) THIS IS TRUE. to prove this i'm going to say: between sam and pak and yoghurt parfaits, i would choose yoghurt parfaits. (how politically correct am i la! :D ) "treasure adolescence, love. we've only got like" yes... sigh. i will always remember you for remembering. :) does it scare you? it scares me sometimes. much love. # posted by Anonymous : 3:45 PM dont be dumb lar, love sam with all the heart you can muster, you dumbass silly lovergirl. yes, adolescence, rub it in yarh. this year will be the second time in my life i will celebrate a symmetrical birthday. Lord Jesus wept. # posted by Pak : 6:41 PM Post a Comment << Home		[publishing] Publishers Weekly . Dystel & Goderich . New York Center for Independent Publishing . Association of American University Presses . Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators [people] clarisse . nurul . aunty zarina (ummi's bakery) . jeremy . pak . cyril . softblow . karen & kenny (booksactually) . eric . joel . [other loves] digitaljournalist . ballet dictionary . poetshouse . urbanwordnyc [me] dawn, singapore, new york city, ithaca. [yesterday] Excuse me but can I be you for a whileMy dog won't... i carry myself in myself splitpapayas.com 当年 trainstop (not sure if i got the translation right) the wages of dying is love MMMMMMM SPLITPAPAYAS IVAdrienne Rich:who watch for my mistakes in gramm... Its four in the morning, the end of DecemberI'm wr... [archives] January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot

Monday, February 05, 2007

gratefulness.

this blog is screwed. now everytime i feel like blogging and being adolescent i think about the faces of the people reading the blog and i feel like laughing, in gratefulness. and its too difficult to be sad.

posted by dawn # 10:00 AM

Comments:

# posted by

Anonymous : 12:49 PM

aheheheheheheheheh.

come on, admit it, you love me.

uh, not more than sam of course!right! right! right?

(sam don't kill me)

# posted by

Pak : 2:08 PM

treasure adolescence, love. we've only got like, 50 more days of it. wah lau eh. i feel so old. much love,
nurul

# posted by

Anonymous : 2:50 PM

there are too many ROWDY BOYS loitering around MY SACRED SPACE! i dislike them all INTENSELY. :) THIS IS TRUE. to prove this i'm going to say: between sam and pak and yoghurt parfaits, i would choose yoghurt parfaits. (how politically correct am i la! :D )

"treasure adolescence, love. we've only got like"
yes... sigh. i will always remember you for remembering. :) does it scare you? it scares me sometimes. much love.

# posted by

Anonymous : 3:45 PM

dont be dumb lar, love sam with all the heart you can muster, you dumbass silly lovergirl.

yes, adolescence, rub it in yarh. this year will be the second time in my life i will celebrate a symmetrical birthday.

Lord Jesus wept.

# posted by

Pak : 6:41 PM