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| Because I'm obsessed with the changes of coLors
Waseda University's Odorisamurai
2010 - Hanemai
2011 - Bankara
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| My jaw LiteraLLy dropped and my eyes popped when I saw this:
Performed by Marina Kanno and Giacomo Bevilaqua from Staatsballet Berlin
Directed by Simon Ianelli & Johannes Berger
Dreamy.
And an extra dose of baLLet with more injection of.. ReaL Life-ity
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| 'Tis time, my friend, 'tis time!
For rest the heart is aching;
Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking
Fragments of being, while you and I
Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.
Alexander Pushkin
translated by C.M. Bowra
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| "I'd imagine the whole world was one big machine.Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was was one big machine, I couldn't be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason."
"Maybe that's why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn't able to do what it was meant to do.. Maybe it's the same with people. If you lose your purpose.. It's Like you're broken."
Hugo Cabret - Hugo (2011)
I wonder which part of the big machine I beLong to, and what my purpose is..
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| The human heart is made from the only substance in the universe that can become stronger, after it's been broken.
from I Wrote This For You | |
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| Funny, I was just thinking about this whiLe washing my hair Like haLf an hour ago.
My parents aLways say that I'm not thankfuL/gratefuL enough for everything I have had so far.
And yesterday, I stated that random LittLe things can make me happy. No matter how deep the shit I've pLunged myseLf into that day, a beautifuL orange-coLored sky at dusk or seeing two kitties pLaying never faiL to Lift up my mood.
So I'm going to take notes of the random LittLe things that make me happy everyday, to remind myseLf that there are things to be thankfuL for.
Not here on LJ, though. On MuLtipLy, perhaps.
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| Sunshine? Freedom? Sex? Money? FamiLy? Hanging out? Music? Party? ChocoLate cake? TraveLing? Creating something? Performing?
"What makes you happy?"
One simpLe question, yet when you're asked out of the bLue (and by some strangers on the street carrying cameras..) and when you reaLLy think about it the answer couLd be quite hard to find.
For me, many things can make me happy. One of them is stumbLing upon random, sweet LittLe things Like this:
and this
and the fact that Livejournal stiLL aLLow it's users to embed videos *sobs in happines* | |
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|  Fire Tiger, to be exact
picture from WWF
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| So the story is: this guy Kien Lam quit his job, packed his bag, grabbed a camera, and took 6237 photographs in 17 countries in 343 days (he went to BaLi and gave a fairLy accurate description on Kuta = mini AustraLia. Sad but true.) The music (composed by Lam's brother) is beautifuL and worth checking out on it's own. Swoon. | |
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| May be a bit cLiche, but I Love Invictus by WiLLiam Ernest HenLey INVICTUS
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. |
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Season dream ~ Colours of the rain
She is the goddess of rain. When she comes out, she brings the rain with her and rain pours into the world.
She is very happy when she sees lovers holding hands when spring comes. Or when she sees elferly sitting on a bench, telling their nostalgic story in autumn. And of course, when she sees children playing in the snow in winter.
But she's so sad because whenever she comes, people run away, hide in their house and wish that she'd go away. And she didn't have a beautiful color like the others, you'll find only gray and dark colors in the sky.
The other gods, knowing her sadness, tried to give her their color. They gave red, the color of spring flowers. They gave yellow, from the autumn leaves. And they gave blue, from the snow. They were so surprised when their colors mixed and became seven colors for her.
She's so happy to know that when the rain stops, she can see people come out and adore the sky. The children will call their parents happily, telling them that there's a rainbow..Art and story by laverinne | |
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| Life seems so simpLe yet happy in this fiLm..
If onLy..
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| Happy new yer, whoever you are.
Let's start the year with something beautifuL (and random)
Another random note: I aLways beLieve that men doing whatever they Love with aLL their heart and souL wouLd ALWAYS Look irresistibLe. Doesn't matter whether they're pLaying basketbaLL or dancing in Lace tops and skirts. But I just can't Look at Indonesian boybands' guys in that Light. I. Never. Can. | |
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BaLLet + beautifuL cLothes (from ChLoe) = sigh sigh sigh sigh
And Janie TayLor's hair! *dies*
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| Fate is an evil bitch that knees you in the balls, stabs you in the back, steals your wallet, rips your heart out and stamps all over it with her stilettos. And then she spits on you. | |
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| "..What's the difference between us and the animals? Speech? All the animals have some way of speaking, saying come and beware and much else; but they can't tell stories, and they can't tell lies, while we can...
"But the dragons speak: they speak the True Speech, the language of the Making, in which there are no lies, in which to tell the story is to make it be! Yet we call the dragons animals...
"So maybe the difference isn't language. Maybe it;s this: animals do neither good nor evil. They do as they must do. We may call what they do harmful or useful, but good and evil belong to us, who chose to choose what we do. The dragons are dangerous, yes. They can do harm, yes. But they are not evil. They're beneath our morality, if you will, like any animal. Or beyond it. They have nothing to do with it."
"We must choose and choose again. The animals need only be and do. We're yoked, and they're free. So to be with an animal is to know a little freedom..."
- The Other Wind by Ursula K. Le Guin
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| Yes, untiL this day, there are 39 of them.
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| The Garbage I BecameNow the TV's on at 3am and you're sleeping on the couch, because you can.
Now the plate is where you left it, no one else is going to move it for you.
Now the politics of blankets are gone.
Now the people on the radio sound so far away.
Now you've got no plans when you wake up, just keep on keeping on.
Now the morning fades to light, to twilight, to night.
Now you rinse and repeat.
Now you remove the sleeve and remove the film.
Now you remove the sleeve and pierce the film several times.
Now dinner takes exactly 2:30 minutes.
Now the earth hurtles through the universe around a giant ball of fire.
Now none of your acquaintances know they're really your only friends.
Now none of your friends know they're just acquaintances.
Now you've got to get used to being alone, like when you're born, like when you die.
Now you're free.
Now you can do whatever you want.
You just have to do it alone.
Found in I Wrote This For You | |
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| "Fortunately for Luka, he lived in an age in which an almost infinite number of parallel realities had begun to be sold as toys. Like everyone he knew, he had grown up destroying fleets of invading rocket ships, and been a little plumber on a journey through many bouncing, burning, twisting, bubbling levels to rescue a prissy princess from a monster's castle.. Like everyone he knew, Luka possessed a wide assortment of pocket-sized alternate reality boxes, and spent much of his spare time leaving his own world to enter the rich, colorful, musical, challenging universes inside these boxes, universes in which death was temporary (until you made too many mistakes and it became permanent) and a life was a thing you could win, or save up for, or just be miraculously granted because you happened to bump your head into the right brick, or eat the right mushroom, or pass through the right magic waterfall, and you could store up as many lives as your skill and good fortune could get you." | |
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| So one of my recent obsession is pixiv. SeriousLy, I couLd spend hours and hours a day pixiv-ing.
Then I stumbLed upon a work by 東京幻想. It was an image of Shinjuku skyLine, or rather -in my wiLd wiLd imagination-, what wouLd be Left of it in Tamura Yumi's 7SeedS worLd.
A bit scary, but the art is so futsukushii I found myseLf wondering wouLd it reaLLy take another meteor to hit Earth to make the worLd this green again..?
Or maybe, the aLL-round war between the seven Dragons of Heaven versus seven Dragons of Earth? (dear Ladies of CLAMP, pLease, don't abandon X..)
Or, the fuLL swing of SaiLor Saturn's scythe?
More of Tokyo's post-apocaLyptic prettiness here. | |
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| He'd do what he always did, find the sweet among the bitter.
-Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet (page 265), Jamie Ford
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| I am not my face.
I am not my hair. I am not my family.
I am not my care. I am not my upbringing.
I am not my mole. I am not my receding gum.
I am not my cold. I am not my money.
And I’m not my fame. I’m not my hat.
I’m not even my name. I’m just an idea that happened upon love.
I am that I am and that I am is enough. by Mr. Jason Mraz | |
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| If you asked me this question three years ago, my answers wouLd be just the evening news program, RachaeL Ray Show and whatever Power Rangers series airing on the nationaL TVs.
Then aLong came the cabLe TV..
so my answers are:
Don't TeLL My Mother. Cats 101. Project Runway. Word TraveLs. NigeLLa's Kitchen. Masterchef AustraLia. Jamie OLiver 30 Minutes MeaL. Anything hosted by Bobby Chinn.
Bones. CriminaL Minds. The Listener. And my Latest guiLty pLeasures: Nikita.
Damn you, cabLe TV.
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| THE TYGER By William BlakeTyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire? And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? | |
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| The Naming Of Cats by T. S. Eliot The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey--
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter--
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover--
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name. | |
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