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snapshot of my life:

friends, music, laughter, the beach, the sun, hurdles, track, badminton, writing, reading, drawing, running suicides/lines, backpacking/hiking, volunteering, leadership conferences, youth conferences, conferences in general - knowing i can change the world.

keep me smiling.

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"The air is visible around you, rising up and off your lips in slow currents
And i watch as your face is framed in its slow currents
Drifting curls a trailing path
A long drag becomes a dress of blue and ash

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn,
Burn as brightly as we can
And if its gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down..." - Currents, Dashboard Confessional.

"Light up, Light up/As if you have a choice/even if you cannot hear my voice/I'll be right beside you dear..." - Run, Snow Patrol.

"So, if you're lonely
You know I'm here
Waiting for you
I'm just a cross-hair;
I'm just a shot away from you

And if you leave here,
You leave me broken
Shattered I lie
I'm just a cross-hair;
I'm just a shot, then we can die..." - Take Me Out, Franz Ferdinand

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The layout © me. Free account. Photoshop and Wordpad. Keira vector based on a picture from Keira-Knightley.org.
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[07 Jul 2010|09:38pm]


This journal is now Friends-Only, please comment to be added.

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[23 Oct 2007|01:13am]
sunsoakedseason

in hopes that i will update this one.

with love,
kai ling
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[25 Feb 2005|07:35am]
[ mood | tired ]

WheeeEEEeeeEEEEE~~~!

just a quick quick update to say HI :) &&also, sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was planning to but I was massively working on my science fair project...Science fair is today, erghhhHH.

bloop bloop bloop

ok I better go, I'm like in web design right now >

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[16 Oct 2004|09:52pm]
[ mood | ecstatic ]

FRANZ FERDINAND ARE PLAYING THE WEIRD SISTERS IN THE NEXT HP MOVIE. :O APPARENTLY DAN FIXED IT. OMG DAN I LOVE YOU NOW. ONE REASON TO WATCH THE BAD SCREENWRITING OF KLOVES, BUT ALAS. I MUST WATCH NOW. IS IT CREEPY THAT FRANZ FERDINAND SORT OF REPRESENT THE MARAUDERS? :O :O

I THINK I WILL DIE HAPPY NOW, OMG. FRANZ FERDINAND. OMG.

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Fame is a fickle friend [13 Aug 2004|09:24pm]
[ mood | content ]

Wah.

Tomorrow morning I've leaving to Edmonton for two weeks. =( No internet most probably, though I'll probably manage to check my email every once in a while. I'll miss you all, omg <333 Don't forget me while I'm gone, omg. Hopefully you all should know that I'm on holiday and won't cut me in friends cuts or whatnot. XD

I will take pictures too omg. Of...stuff.

Yeah.

Perhaps, in some strange miracle, I will meet Mala (_firephoenix_) there.

...

Anyway. Because I have a nice lovely little bunch of friends:

Give me 1000 comments in this entry. Or whatever, really. YOU, in particular, don't have to supply the whole 1000, but a tiny contribution would be nice. Then let me know if you post this in your journal and I'll return the favor.

Pimp this and I'll love you eternally. Don't pimp it, I'll still love you. lol. And if you all manage to bypass 1000 easily, why not make it 2000. Or something. Yes. <333

OMFG I'LL MISS YOU ALL <3

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[04 Aug 2004|07:39pm]
[ mood | cranky ]

Yay new layout =) I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.

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Roar. I feel in a slashy mood. X) *wanders off to read Remus/Sirius*

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[04 Aug 2004|02:09pm]
[ mood | full ]

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Yeah, um, I'm pimping it.

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[27 Jul 2004|08:26pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

A (simple) tutorial. On getting your icons to 100x100 size. Hee.

Boo.Collapse )

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[19 Jul 2004|12:04pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Long day yesterday. I didn't get to use the computer for the wholeeee day, we were out so late. We got up around 8 30 to go to Metrotown to go shopping, and everyone was having sidewalk sales. Cheap stuff ^^ Ended up buying shorts at Jacob connexion and a happy bunny shirt at the Bay...I'm crappy with money, I don't like spending it. -___-; It's not my fault, I swear it's genetic. Anyway, we just about walked our feet off shopping, then stopped off at my grandparent's house before going with my grandparents, parents, aunt, uncle, sisters + cousin to go blueberry picking =D

It was pretty fun, though, we picked loads, so I think we might like die of blueberry overload or seomthing. I swear, we have buckets of them XD omg I better save this before my computer crashes; I'll edit later lol

EDT:

So we picked blueberries, right and then my sisters, cousin and I took some silly pictures of ourselves. I might post them up, I might not. Lol. My cousin is incredibly adorable, she's 6 and very cute, lol.

Lalala.

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EDT2: Oh dear, I feel stupid. I forgot to make this entry public so you can comment...*headdesk* *makes entry public*
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[28 May 2004|05:59pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

The umbrella she holds protects her, it creates her own cocoon, her sanctuary in the midst of the noise and the confusion. Outside of it, it is noisy and hectic, and cars zoom by and horns honk and water splashes positively everywhere, but she is grateful. Grateful because this ruckus and havoc covers the whispers and the pitter-patter of the rain....

je t'aime je t'aime je t'aime je t'aime

She knows everything, understands everything because that was how she just is. But she can't for the life of her understand this whispering, this near-silent murmuring that, even through the whooshing of the cars and the honking of the horns and the music and the noise, is heard, because it is around her, it soaks her to the skin and she does not like this. This is not how she lives. So she hurries home in her umbrella cocoon, trying to block out the splashing and the swishswishswish of the car tyres.
She makes it home, so she is glad, and relieved, because those tiny, thin, pale, rain voices won't get to her, and she wants to take a shower, and she turns on the taps. But then, then, that rushing and that gushing reminds her of Iout there and it becomes too much to bear for her, and her hand is burned, and no,, she will not take a shower, not now, not ever.
She wants to cook.
The knife and the chopping board and vegetables, wholesome and goodness and for her health, they had said. And she stations herself in front of the sink, and the silver of the blade of the knife reflects the dim kitchen light. The blade rises; and she forgets about the pitter patter and the rain until -

wo ai ni wo ai ni wo ai ni wo ai ni

- the splattering of the drops against the window, and a stinging pain, and crimson beads well up from the opening in her skin. She embraces the pain and she wants to forget, forget those twists of the air that had tunnelled their way into her ears and round her head and through her mind. She embraces the pain as she disinfects, cleanses the wound, to try and forget. For once in her life she is scared. What is this, what are these words, what do they mean...

She crawls under the covers, bandaged finger, empty stomach, grimy hair. But she does not care, doesn't want to hear or feel this, this sickening murmuring and whispering and she wants to hide. Covers pulled up above her head, a dark cave, muffling the rain on the window:

i love you i love you i love you i love you...

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