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At 26 years of age, finally, I think I can quite confidently state my interests and passions. This list is non-exhaustable and will probably keep growing but those that have been consistently close to my heart are animals, comedies, humour, music, film, politics (but the economical and economical philosophical bits), astronomy, mythology, comics ( Read more... ) -
Halfway here at Akld
I've long loved, as many of us do, this last stanza of RB's poem 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening':
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, 15
And miles to go before I sleep.My film lecturer brought it up a few weeks back, and I decided to revisit it and read about it on Sparknotes ( Read more... ) -
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Just as the moon waxes and wanes, i ebb and flow. I am not quite a tide, nor tides, but i do wish i could find the words to describe myself.
If i could whistle, i would a little. If i could sleep forever, i would wish to wake up. And if i could cohere, i would write a reasonable poem.
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a haka a day
Ka mate, ka mate! ka ora! ka ora! (Will I die, Will I die)
Ka mate! ka mate! ka ora! ka ora! (Will I live, Will I live)
Tēnei te tangata pūhuruhuru (This is the hairy man)
Nāna nei i tiki mai whakawhiti te rā (Who brought the sun and caused it to shine)
Ā, upane! ka upane! (A step upward, another step upward!)
Ā, upane, ka upane, whiti te ra (A step ( Read more... ) -
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An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice, "Let me tell you a story.
I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do.
But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy ( Read more... ) -
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When nothing seemed to cross my mind -
When silence passed the space behind -
When conversations echoed dry,
I didn't stop to ponder why.
When days were lost attempts to hide
The pointless hollow deep inside
Where nothing found its feet and grew -
I woke one day, and simply knew.
I'd stepped my steps while others walked.
I'd sounded sounds when others ( Read more... ) -
Books
>>Books are useless! I only ever read one book, To Kill A Mockingbird, and it gave me absolutely no insight on how to kill mockingbirds! Sure it taught me not to judge a man by the color of his skin . . . but what good does that do me?
>--Homer Simpson
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Somewhat soulful
Yesterday was a beautiful day. We had gone to visit my grandmother's grave, but remembered that her tombstone had chipped off. When we got there however, we saw that it was fixed. This one guy who was bringing flowers to his father's grave saw our puzzled expressions and offered "So sorry, I saw it was broken and I fixed it with some cement". He ( Read more... )