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| 12:02am 11/6/2006 |
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mood:  sugarfrosted music: holly brook - saturdays
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i have cupcake pajamas.
that's all, really. ♥ |
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fly ♥ 9 in flight |
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| 11:51am 7/17/2006 |
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mood:  lonely music: yuki kajiura - sakura (theme-piano ver.)
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peony white hands
baking the sun each morning
it smells of cookies |
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| life with ri, part whatevs |
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| 10:01pm 1/13/2006 |
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mood:  sipping chicken soup with rice
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*soup bubbles*
"there's been a terrible, horrible atrocity committed in this household--"
"....."
"--you're cooking chicken soup with rice."
"...chicken soup with rice?"
"we don't have chicken soup with rice!!!"
"... ... ... ..."
...thus i know what we are getting when next at the bookstore. :p |
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fly ♥ 1 in flight |
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| ningyo-- |
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| 11:59pm 10/19/2004 |
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mood: october mermaid music: yasunori mitsuda & millenial fair - october mermaid
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breathing floating
she (umarenu mono)
will ever be in darkness
alone unmoving
water
against her cheek
a universe
inside her empty shell
but (me wo tojireba)
light
unseen remembering
she tastes rain
before her the city
sky breaks open
into her waiting hand
drops fall
like shining feathers
(umarenu mono - one unborn)
(me wo tojireba - if she closes her eyes) |
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| tine, in reverse |
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| 12:00am 8/17/2004 |
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mood: slivery toads music: sung fragments
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inside
inside there is milk
warm and bittersweet
almonds on the tongue
waiting
waiting here in white
barefoot by the door
wishing for your words
come
come ride
through the night sky
with me
outside
outside city lights
fairytale bruise clouds
painless cherry pie
wanting
wanting to be five
climb up slipperfoot
off away we'd go
riding
riding on a train
or a flying cat
with you |
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| harvest (moon) scramble |
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| 9:59pm 8/3/2004 |
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mood:  full music: yasunori mitsuda & millenial fair - lahan
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after playing harvest moon all day (arin learned how to make scrambled eggs!), i've a deep and sudden inexplicable desire to do some cooking. ^^
...so then i decided to write it down. that is, as best i could without actually, um, measuring anything... ^^;;;
harvest moon scramble
serves two not-so-hungry people or one very hungry me!
6 eggs
dash of milk
some canola oil
3 brown mushrooms
1/5 sweet red bell pepper
fresh basil leaves
fresh parsley
fresh chives
clove of strong garlic
pinch of dried thyme
large pinch of dried basil
shake of cayenne pepper
uncounted shakes of dried dill (...5-7?)
some salt
a shake or two of black pepper
parmesan cheese
cut up mushrooms, bell pepper, and garlic (messily). Set aside. Mix eggs, milk, salt, pepper, cayenne pepper, dried basil, thyme, and dill in a bowl with the eggbeater until foamy (not the squirrel). set aside. guess on amount of canola oil and put in frying pan. shred parsley and some of the basil and add to oil. add garlic. turn on stove to medium-slightly high and wait 'til it gets sizzly. add bell pepper and mushrooms. stir them around until they get softish and smell good. add egg mixture. shred and add the remainder of the fresh basil and the chives while occasionally flipping eggs. wait until eggs are not so gooey anymore, then add parmesan. remove from heat. turn off heat. all done! mmm, tasty!
for further amusement, all ye harvest moon players, try making it with only the crops that you can grow in a particular season...
now i need to make a tasty dish for powerpets! yum, slime...? |
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fly ♥ 6 in flight |
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| wednesday walking story |
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| 11:59pm 6/2/2004 |
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mood: echo-locating music: mayuko aoki - kimi he
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a sort of warmth
a wednesday walking story
made of raindrops
nailpolish
honeyberry sparkles
(a little bit of guinea pig)
a smell of you
a taste of us
the way our shoulders touch
the way our hair fuzzes
when it gets wet. |
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fly ♥ 1 in flight |
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| spiraled sugars |
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| 10:26pm 6/1/2004 |
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mood: driftspiral music: delerium - silence (fade sanctuary remix)
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see
outside
the window
pale flutterby
powder white wings
sweet sugar crystal
a moonlight sash trail
silver ring spirals
in colorless light
verdigris cast
in my eyes
sighing
see |
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fly ♥ 4 in flight |
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| the sea is ghosting through the city... |
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| 12:26am 10/4/2003 |
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mood: wistful music: xenosaga ost - nephilim
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certain nights, i wish i could go out to write and watch the city lights, shining through the waves of mist... listen to the silence drift over the highway sea-roar... or fall asleep, surrounded by the autumn ocean on the fog. |
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| shirt in hand... |
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| 4:20am 9/13/2003 |
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mood: syllabub music: akiko shikata - mare
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...she watched as the fish gulped down the food, their delicate fins moving their chubby bodies in circles of apparent fishy bliss.
...i think it just might be bedtime. |
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fly ♥ 1 in flight |
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| tonight... |
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| 12:20am 6/21/2003 |
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mood:  giddy music: harry potter and the chamber of secrets - fawkes the phoenix
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...honey bear bakery is making chocolate and peppermint frogs. ♥
and cockroach clusters, too.
*tiptoes off carrying a very large, blue book* |
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fly ♥ 1 in flight |
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| when your smile made a wish in my heart... |
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| 2:28am 2/28/2003 |
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mood: peaceful music: final fantasy: love will grow - gaia
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today was like a dance in a warm whirlwind, or a tiny kiss from fate.
the lovely company dagoba makes the perfect ahna-and-ri -- or jeran-and-jyn, maybe -- chocolate bares: "lavender," dark chocolate infused with lavender and blueberries, and "roseberry," dark chocolate with rosehips and raspberry. (guess which is which!) and the chocolate blends with peppermint tea in a delightful fashion. & so it must be. (why, you ask? someday i'll tell the story...)
a little taste lights a warm glow. a touch more, and a bird flies overhead, white against the drifting grey of the clouds. a soft gust of snow falls to the ground, stirred by the breeze through the branches of a pine tree. a girl, snug in her woven blanket, watches the winter garden through the briars twined in the window-frame, firelight reflecting in the strands of her dark red hair.
...rose and raspberry.
far below, he walks through the snow. footstep after footstep whispers in the stillness, joined by the wind's journey through the fading stalks of sleeping plants that frame his path. each breath is an apparition in the chill of the silent air. the faint light above calls to him as might a warm embrace, but for now, the lonely cry of a solitary bird forms his only melody.
...lavender and peppermint.
~fin~
and i have a new icon. ♥ thank you, ahna! |
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| falling... |
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| 1:05am 1/13/2003 |
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mood: dazed music: final fantasy tactics - ovelia's worries
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...into a slightly misty haze.
nothing is quite real to me; the world about me has acquired the barest touch of a fog-- not rose-colored, perhaps, yet removed from 'reality'.
it's right now that my life seems a story. familiar faces dance in my head, their names tangled with titles. their words are strange but not unknown, tales of sacrifice and wounded pride, shame and the pain that invades the heart and hollows it from within.
how can one heal those fallen faces?
but I have seen them too. in the pools when the candles were lit. they lie in all the pools, pale faces, deep deep under the dark water...
-j.r.r. tolkien, the two towers |
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