Existing and living are two different things.

Breathe the air. Taste it, smell it, feel it. Take the non poisonous gas for whatever you make of it.
You're my oxygen.
I know that when I'm breathing, you're breathing.
We're breathing.
Together.

An infinite supply of possibilities.
A scent. A memory.
Thousands.
Millions.

And we held hands with the air around us. We defied this gaseous compound.
Clasped, it couldn't penetrate our grip.
Clasped, we stopped breathing momentarily.


With no air supply, we still breathe.

-A-

bunch.

You're a hypocrite.

We're pretty dysfunctional.

Love lost, love found.

Is it better to have loved and lost, or to never have loved at all? My delusional side would say "loved and lost... loved and lost"... because at least one could confirm the existence of love. But with little experience of love myself, and basing my latest change of heart on the experiences of those surrounding me, i'd say "never have loved at all". That way, ignorance is bliss. You never really know about love and nothing is really lost.

ho freak, ho.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a Merry Christmas. Safe to say I am more than satisfied with the goods in Santa's sack this year. Some mulah, CD's, books and a MacBook.

A MacBook.
A MacBook.
A MacBook.

Not a Maths Book, Domenique. A GOD DAMN, BRAND SPANKING NEW, SILVER, 13 INCH, WIDESCREEN M A C B O O K.

Thankyou Jesus. Thankyou Santa. Thankyou family and all those affiliated with this December 25th holiday tradition.

Yours MacBook-ly
-A-

M.I.A

Epiphany: I know the value of money. I work hard for what little money I get. I buy the things I like, without over-spending.

I don't want money to be a problem in my life. It shouldn't have to be for anyone. I don't want these restrictions in my life.

It's so god damn hard to save!

-A-

The mind of God

I have a mind protected by walls of bulletproof and soundproof glass. To prevent myself from falling and never being able to pick myself back up again. Rather, I don't let too many people in. So I don't get hurt. It's bulletproof to protect it from doubt, uncertainty. So my mind is clear and focused. So it can dream without interruption. It is soundproof to protect negativity, lack of faith in my ability. So my mind is assured. So it can think without deterrents.

I think I'll live an unbridled life. Destroy boundaries. Set my own limits. Empower the person I want to be. I'll change my mind at least ten million times. Spend big. Eat up. Party hard.

Time is no object.

-A-

A really high number

I'm the happiest kid on the planet today.
First, shock.
Realisation.
Slight disappointment.
More shock.
Regained composure.
Finally, pure happiness.

A whole lot of satisfaction.

The secret society of women

The secrets, the lies and the wardrobe

The saying goes that we all have skeletons in our closets. Connoted negatively. Represented as deceitfulness. Dishonesty. A misguided past requiring concealment from regretful transgressions of a former life.

We all have secrets. Some to protect ourselves, others to protect those we care about. A reputation, a friendship. For doing the wrong thing when it felt right, or for doing the right thing when it was wrong. Irrespective, our "closets" are necessary.

Not making us liars, just making us human.

-A-

Mix together red & white

I've been the girl- middle finger in the air. Unaffected by rumors, the truth; I don't care. So open your mouth and stick out your tongue. You might as well let go, you can't take back what you've done. So find a new lifestyle, a new reason to smile. Look for Nirvana under the strobe lights. Sequins and sex dreams. You whisper to me...

There's no reason to cry

-A-

The things that were, are and will be

Becoming accustomed to a not-so-boring life.
From two extremes of daytime lounging on a beach, soaking up every ounce of sun in the possible 3 out of 8 hot days, to speaking the language of communist possums and lowering to an emotional wreck with free falling tears for no apparent reason.
Rebellious deliberations of bad-ass piercings and fake tattoo's, to theft of a plastic kind. The thrill of meeting new people whose names are too easily forgettable in 5 short hours, and a typical morning meal of adding water and shaking til all lumps have been dispelled, becomes awkward pancakes amongst the company of a more lethargic bunch of friends. When the best seat in the house was not the one in full view of the plasma TV, but the one closest to a toilet bowl or sink.

Most probably the greatest time in my life.

-A-