I have failed countless times to update this blog, and I have a feeling no one really reads anymore. However, since this was where I started writing it always feels most comforting to return to write short bit about my life here
I was browsing today this article where a number of individuals had submitted pictures or scans of their teenage diaries. I have hardly graduated out of teenhood myself; once a very interesting character told me that you don't truly stop being a teen until you've passed 25 years of age. Sometimes not even then. Yet I can't help but look at (the now hidden) entries that used to chronicle my life in secondary school and then in junior college. I was a very different person then, and yet, not so.
As I write this now, I am waiting for myself to fall asleep, for the memories in my head to die down so I may just tumble into a nice dreamless sleep.
Yet sleep evades me, as it naturally does when you need to wake mere hours later for the most important task of school. It feels so new all over again, because people just come and go and come back again.
But enough of my rambling, I should really try to at least close my eyes and lay down, and hope that eventually sleep will take me.
To all those people who left my life, I miss you. You know who you are
<3 M
marlz. daughter. sister. friend. cousin. girl. 1988. born to die.
tiistaina, syyskuuta 27, 2005
cows
8 days left = time to tango. if not, you're dead.
today i revealed my future plans to my classmates. 1. become a farmers wife, or some other profession that requires hard manual labour and is run by the family, and have loads of children, or at least enough to form a soccer team. they exclaimed in surprise and said i'm weird. some fun things i'd like to do either as a farmer's wife or as something else:
- wake up everyday in the wee hours of the morning and milk the cows
- operate a kiln
- make pots in some remote place in the country
- become a gardener and spend time smelling and planting tea roses
- engage in the harvest as part of family labour
- pack tomatoes and potatoes into sacks and deliver them al over town
- bake and sell my treats
- shovel snow in the streets during winter
- live in and operate a lighthouse
- make jams and preservatives and sell them around town
- live in a caravan and travel around
- spend afternoons grooming horses
- feed the chickens
- slave over a hot stove
- plant cucumbers and turnips in spring
- pick mushrooms and dry them for pies
- plough the fields
- go out to sea and catch fish (in a sustainable way of course, no overfishing)
and the list goes on.
oh dear, i realise i might be stoned on the way to school tomorrow by a gang of feminists who hate me for wasting their decade long efforts to reform societal expectations of women. sorry girls =)
i'm seriously contemplating the slave over a hot stove, grooming horses and becoming a gardner who plants tea roses. see how i can achieve my goals
anyways, the class didn't say i was werd when i said this soon afterwards : if love were a choice, why would anyone choose such exquisite pain.
bleah. i think i AM weird. oh well.
time to MUG. toodles~
marlz
9/27/2005 09:40:00 ap.