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Saturday, July 4, 2009

triumphs my arse

Lately, due to my lack of posting, I've come to realise that I use blogging primarily to note all the things wrong in the world.

People I love, who love me back, tend to temporarily put a blind fold to my flaw-seeking eyes, rendering my blog lifeless for a while - for example, Zacs.

I told this to a Zac, and his only response to this was something along the lines of 'Why don't you write about the triumphs in life?' At first, I was honestly taken aback by this seriously radical notion, and wondered why that thought had never crossed my mind before, but then I realised, the only triumphs in life are found when we haven't failed.

I already know that I'm quite a cynical and slightly pessimisstic person, so I'm not going to even attempt to take on his suggestion. Sorry dear - I love you still.

On Micheal Jackson: he is one of the greatest things to have ever graced the human race - us lucky bastards. Thank you for everything you've done for music, dance and the world in general :)

So an indefinite hiatus from here on. I won't refrain from posting if I have something worth writing about.

Chimo.

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i am

vivien, and i ask you to convince me of otherwise.

i'd like to be

a musician
a scientist
a thinker
a photographer
a time traveler
under the sea,
in an octopus' garden
in the shade.

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