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25.7.06

just got home from dance lessons. i am really enjoying this series in particular. partner dance is beautiful :D

we were driving towards our class tonight and f---ing hell some idiot on the oncoming side turned right at a ridiculous speed, skidded its ass and almost spun into our car. what's more strange is that i wasn't actually shaken. and i was shocked that we were a near-miss and i wasn't shocked. life, is fickle. but then again, so am i.

"if you can't make your mind up, we'll never get started...
and i don't wanna wind up being parted, broken-hearted..."

i am an extremely lucky girl.

i have noticed lately, the difference between someone finding someone, versus someone finding that someone special. i see friends get together with their (now) partners every now and then, but i can't honestly say i have been around many who...when you look at them, you know they know they have found the one, somewhere subconsciously...and you can't ever picture them apart. because they know. their life lights up at the mere thought of this person and it is so different from the half-forced incidents that have somehow become the choice thing of late. one is clearly TOO keen, or both are in it for the booty (or out of sheer boredom), or one thinks they have found the right person and it is apparent that they have not. *how can you tell...?*

it's very heart warming to see someone lonely and used to it for so long, maintain their integrity, not settling for less or out of desperation, then later connecting with this very one person that calms their soul.

show is up in a bit over a week. very exciting. auditions are starting to happen again too. i look forward to living everyday. i love being here! i don't know why people settle for anything less when there is so much to life.

17.7.06

stories from friends

Has there ever been a moment of bliss
Tormented the soul so withered and broke
In memory of one who chose to wake

One exhausted mattress, two foolish people
Exposed, naked with minds concealed
Scent of urgency linger into dusk

There were spoken words without meaning
Creating with nothing but exchanges of wit

A world overflows with well-meant empty promises...

Is the easy way out the only path
From eternal loneliness
Freedom to face the pain from which we mask

Frantically packed, a suitcase
One beating, bleeding heart ripped from its cage
Memories taken to relive as dreams

How lonely we are in a peaceful mourning
Gazing carelessly as once-loved possessions
Blend into the changing scenery


6.7.06

ARGH!!! I've lost the play!

(or did i mean to say the plot?)...

2.7.06

closer

no relevance.

it 's kenny's bday today, went celebrating with his colleagues yesterday. all is well.

i am bored. yet i am busy.
i bite my tongue.
i think a little about life and whatever it doesn't have to offer me at this current moment
i dread going to europe
i just want to...

when will people understand that there is no such thing as this person "just being like that" unknowingly. no one does things they are unaware of. only does things that they believe will benefit them. be sharp, and never accept things at face value.

face. i am with countless faceless people in my dreams lately.

i am NOT depressed, thank you for pondering. (defensive mechanism at work..but what for?)

and why am i running?
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