That's so Tesco...Yah Kinda...I really like it...

Just a Writers update for ya'll as I have uber amounts of textiles and rubbish to catch up on. Eat up journally-poo :D.
So! Moving onto what we did which was to first write a HAIKU on a picture (which after a vigorous google image search I CANNOT FIND!) which is a shame. We weren't told what the piture was about, so all I knew was that is was a beautiful blond man leaning over a, sort of, marble -plinth?- with a purply red surrounding and possibly roses in the corner. SO I wrote (and failed...);
~

Angels fallen grace

moon illuminated face

water falls, pure peace.

~

My reflection bright

No more love, passion, to fight

Rose petal drops light.

~

Then we found out -although I already figured it out- that this man was Narcissus and then had to write futher based upon this ideal. I did another haiku...and then gave up XD.

~

Woven gold light and

pale face, beautiful capture

Who is this creature fair?

~

(remixed for the better :D)

You capture me, oh creature fair!

All ivory skin and gold-spun hair,

Your clear, pool eyes

And full lush lips

A fallen Angel

Before me sits.

~

I take a breath, to draw you in

As you have drawn me with your grin

Those graceful limbs

They pull me forth

This pool's like ice

But I don't mind.

~

I'm pleased that I changed it in the end XD...then we read out a poem by some guy full of old-man horniness and 'we must value love and get it on before we *cough*I*cough* die!!11!!1!' ideals and metaphors blah blah... Then we were asked to write a response. So I said XD;

~

The sun, our ball

So sweet and hot

Burns my fingers

Bitter heat.

Through you I fall

And forget me not,

for thy love lingers

In what you reap.

~

Such passion strong.

Such ardored words.

So hard you long,

But listen close;

You collonise

Work fast like ants

Please keep thine vegetable,

in thine pants.

~

Mega lolz? :)

Yeah sure, whatever, so before I go, I'll leave with an update on LoveHate; it's still not finished, but so much better!

~

He is power and dominence,

In the darkest parts of every mind.

Anger, misery and ignorence

Accomplices he will find.

~

Sharp suits, slick hair and tightened tie,

He prowls and claims his prey.

Dark, hot rage and cold, sweet revenge,

two dogs, obedient, before him lay.

~

They entwine their limbs

And the fine line shrinks

The membrane of chaos gives way

They meet, mingle

Clash and frission,

The heady mixture is claustrophobic.

~

She gasps, he parts,

They swerve and grab,

Two forces, bound,

Turn dive and break.

The dance is endless.

~

She is foolhardy and controlling

Gripping the soul soft, cold fingers...

And...I haven't done anymore, typing it up makes me feel that it still needs revising further!...hmmm

Flip flop, scuba bop, shake it baby don't stop.

BIKINI BOTTOM!

I'm a little confused, I'll admitt, well not confused as such...more...rattling.

My head rattles when I try to squeeze my thoughts into processable paste :/. Like an empty aerosol...oh me.

I don't think I'm cut out for it all. Like, there are protocols and behaviour policies, and don't do this or that because there's a chance that you're out! A game that you have to play for many years before you get the hang of it. Those who do well get paid a wealthy amount for being naturally talented. And those who aren't good enough are left standing up against that playground wall.

You know?

No?

Good.

Ambiguous is what we aim for, down at Tree headquarters :D.

-"Obviously you weren't loved enough as a child." He sneered.

Everyone was silent.

"That's not funny." She said, laying a protective hand on his hunched shoulders.

He raised an eyebrow "really? I thought so."

"Just," he made a violent move forawards and he jump backwards, out of reach.

"Oh honestly, just calm down. Did you ever think that it could be a good thing?" He asked impatiently.

He scowled "How could it eve-"

"THINK." He interrupted loudly, "It gives you an excuse."

"For what?" she enquired.

"Why, for your Social Redundancy." -

Can't remember the rest T__T. DAMN SOLITAIRE!

Good one Tree!

SO!

Um...not really much to update on actually (chase-wise) other than the new twist to my textiles themes. Now we're starting a new project (scarf still uncompleted XD), and I'm -hoping to!- do a playsuit based on....

NAUTICAL!

One of my favourite themes :3....I love my nautical socks!

Anyway, yeah, I've been looking like crazy for nautical clothing for Mood Boards and comparative shops and all that jazz and I find that it's SO HARD to find anything! It's riddiculous...but there you have it :D.

Where's his armies? Up his sleevies!

I haven't got much to say, just killing time here :D.

Have recently rediscovered my amorous love for Maroon 5 with their Spider-Man soundtrack song 'Woman'. Also found new love for Electrocute with their groovilicious song 'Bikini Bottom' which -naturally- is part of the Spongebob Squarepants Movie soundtrack.

Good times.

So, textiles is still hectic but fun as. Practical is supposed to be finished next Friday approx. 8:45 AM . It is currently 02:12 AM Sunday. I have no scarf, only many decorative 'things'.

It looks promising Captain.

However, I made two of the cute white rabbits alive! They're so adorable that I've decided to name them both; Chase and Wally...

I'm going to try and scan them!

Is that healthy for baby rabbits? :D

There's my lost little rah-bbit with his little golden buttons :3.

Not much in the way of White Rabbit and more Peter Rabbit. But then Peter's always been the better bunny.

Bought a new game today, it's mediochre to rubbish really. Nothing in comparison to the Final Fantasy giants anyways. Also had a recent revival of Jade Coccoon 2 madness, despite the fact that the dialogue is diabolical and the game play is incredibly sameish.

Can't you just taste christmas right now?

It's suddenly everywhere and that's great! Especially the new M&S advert, because it makes you feel so warm and fuzzy and 'let's open the presents now!' ish. Next Saturday is Winter shopping in the city day. Ham so excited(ish)! We'll be getting a new Christmas Tree soon.

SOON!

What I really want though is a new pair of socks from Accessorize, bring on the stocking! :D

Incidently, I saw a model in Vogue (Sept/Nov? I forget...) who has exactly the same pair of socks as me (Accessorize)! I actually screamed. First time I've ever seen anything of mine advertised in Vogue before! I think...

It's so cool. I will most likely frame the article and then tell my Grandchildren. Not that there's any danger of grandchildren in the near future to be honest. Woah mama...

Considering my previous post, I can certainly tell that, on the fanfiction side of things, I'm failing spectacularly. I don't even really care :D. Also, I was too lazy to get involved with NaNoRimMo, which is a shame as it sounds really quite cool! But there you are...I AM lazy and I love it!!

I think I'm going to go a play with my body friend now, as he's cool as.

Primordeal Soup *~<3

Writer's Groups again!
And we didn't do all that much...watched some highlights from A Streetcar Named Desire, witnessed a relationship proposal, wrote some MORE self-introductory things and began working on scripts and play-writing.
So, my self thing was;
~

I am

'

Amused, admiring, amazed

Shy, sharp, spontaneous.

Harmless, helpless and sometimes horrid

Lively, lucky, lost at times

Erratic, eccentric, ever weird

Ignorant, imaginative, irate when irked

Game, grim, girly and gracious

Hearty, high-spirited and hyperactive.

'

I am Ashleigh.

(And not many of the above actually apply to me.)

~

And then we did a paired script thing. This was a situation between a failing writer and his publisher. The script= cool. The performance?

Nicht sehr gut in meinem meinung...:/

anyways!

~

(A figure sits crouched over a small, cluttered desk, a grey light is feeding through the worn curtains. The sound of erratic typing cuts throught the room, stopping often.)

Peter: (Runs a hand through his hair and bangs his hand upon his desk) I hate this. I fucking hate this!

(There is a knock at the door and Peter, midway through standing up, freezes.)

Peter: Shit, Derreck.

(He lowers gingerly back into his seat. The door knocks again.)

Derreck: Peter! I know you're in there!

(There is a scuffling sound from behind the door and the scrape of pottery.)

Derreck: I'm coming in!

(Peter stands quickly and rushes to the door)

Derreck: (opens the door himself) It was under the flowerpot. For a writer, you're not very inventive, Peter.

Peter: I was so involved in the plot, I got sidetracked by the sheer volume of creativity that I had amassed.

(Derreck snorts)

Derreck: Yeah, and I'm Jackie Chan's stunt double.

Peter: I'm trying, alright?

Derreck: Yes, you are. Very. The deadline's next week, you know? No pressure.

(He smirks)

Peter: There's always pressure. ALWAYS with the pressure! (He looks distressed) How about some manners, want a drink?

Derreck: What I want is another 10 00 wrds. But I'll settle for a gin and tonic.

Peter: It's on the house.

~

~

Alright, that will be all!

I have always relied upon the kindness of strangers...

I've decided to take the nonsense notes that are stored on my iPod and turn them into little clippits of scenes in an attempt to get some creative juices flowing...
Also,

=== Since discovering cable television, Draco had become obsessed with it's many channels and veiwing options. Harry found it routine to return home from the office and find the blond fixated on the screen, taking notes and ignoring his presence.
Harry was not about to complain however, as it was simply a matter of personal choice and a habit that was of minor convinience to others; Harry liked to donate staggering amounts of money to charities. Draco liked to watch porn like a soap opera.
It was all relative really.===
=
=== "Harry dance with me," Draco demanded, holding out one hand and placing his champagne flute onto the table, where Ron, Hermione and Ginny sat, with the other.
Harry snorted, "not happening", and sat down with the others.
Draco fumed for a moment or so, casting a beady eye around.
"Granger." He sharply called.
Hermione smiled patiently, "I'm a Weasley now, Draco." Ron gave her a pleased look which she returned with interest.
Draco rolled his eyes, "don't let it get you down" he said with a hint of pity. "Dance with me."===
=
===Draco had found a comfort in wearing shorts to wander about the house in, on mornings. He would emerge from the room, stretching and yawning blearily, lean on the kitchen doorframe for a moment or so to gather his bearings, and move to the table and demand breakfast.
Harry liked to take advantage of Draco's distracted routine to secretly shrink his shorts by a centimetre each morning. What had started out as a bid to expose more flesh had turned into everyday routine, Harry was interested on just HOW short he could make Draco's shorts before the blond noticed and all hell was let loose.
It wasn't that Harry didn't often see Draco naked, it was just that he didn't see him naked ENOUGH.===
=
===Every now and then, Harry's job took him on trips and overseas meetings that would keep him from returning home for days. He had returned, on one occasion, after a grueling week spent in Paris at an endless board-meeting, one day later than expected and rushed up the steps to their house and knocked on the door loudly and anxiously.
He had missed Draco immensely, and so bought him a mountain of presents during his free time to set things right.
He was just bouncing eagerly on the step--- WAIT, THIS STORY DOESN'T WORK T_____T I SPOILT IT....===
=
oh that's put me off it all now :/....
how rubbish!!

If it never ends then when do we start?

Vettrianorama!!!

Fetish

Table For One

Back Where You BelongDancer For Money

'Round Midnight

Pretty neat stuff for someone who's never had a lesson huh? Anyway, those are the ones that I like the most, minus one which I couldn't get hold of or something...

So yeah, I like his pictures a lot and would recreate a couple if my artistic skills were up to it.

Sadly they are most certainly lacking!

Right then!

Moving on to now and present (IT TOOK 3 POSTS!! O_____O) my chases for the moment.

'

~Electrocute 'Saturn Rings' 'Tiger Toy' 'On the Beat'

~Friendly Fires 'Paris' 'Jump in the Pool'

~Nautical

~Jack Vettriano

~Linolem
~Cake

~Textiles Work
~Photography Club

~Holiday Celebrations

~Russel Howard

~Laughter and 'Moments'

~Social Heirachy

~Murmuring Judges

~Robert Downing Jr. -XD-

'

That's all I can think of for now, but the 'Textiles Work' should be in capital letters with flashing lights and twitching arrows...

G'Night!

Xx:DxX

Lamb-bikini...

Don't know what happened with last post, but it came out riddled with extra paragraphing spaces that I DID NOT PUT IN! I actually spent ages trying to delete them to no avail T__T.

But there you have it, me and bloggy just don't see eye to eye I guess...:/

Anyways!

Carrying on, I'll start with...Writer's group! Erm...*must fetch folder* ham so organized...

So, on the theme of Halloween (a week late) we were asked to (list for readings sake):

*Get into pairs

*Decide on Killer or Victim

*Write a dual POV story (short) of murder.

I worked with a guy who decided that we'd do a murder, with his POV being a dwarf with a pickaxe. I loved it so we went ahead and planned my gory, innocent death.

Here's my POV story :)

'''

Shoo!

A ripping, sucking noise of which I'm not too familiar and a mighty smash.

Did I leave the T.V. on?

It's typical, that as I leave the room after a 12 hour marathon of Eastenders, that the T.V goes and does one on me.

I head into the living room; vacating the kitchen and leaving my hard earned tea to cool. Depressing.

As it turns out, the T.V. is fine. Just as I left it...actually no, switched on. I sigh and turn it off, feeling shifty. It would be so much easier to lay the blame on the cat.

If I had one.

It is, as I turn to leave, that I see him.

A dwarf.

Sorry, "Little Person". Must be P.C.

He's standing by my hoover, wearing full body armour, grasping a pickaxe and looking ratty.

Mildly surprised I ask; "Can I help you? Are you lost?"

I am nothing, if not ever-caring and help-offering. The perfect hostess.

The Little Person looks positively feral and I wonder, did I say something wrong?

That age old question.

This I am pondering as he takes a mighty leap and swings his pickaxe through the air.

It seems that he has murderous intent. And it is with determination that he drives it into my skull.

I would tell you more, but I'm dead.

'''

Now that I look back upon it, I realise that my story isn't actually all that great written down. But when narrated, it turns out half decent :D. Some of the other stories were really good, those two being Alan's and Clare's. Alan's was plain creepy...:S...

Erm...

Oh yeah! Looking back, I've found another C.W. entry for ya. This one was based on a picture that we were given that didn't relate to our own personality at all. I got two men with brief cases striding across a London bridge. Using this picture we were supposed to write something, anything, from one person in the picture's P.O.V.

I was the bald, short guy at the front;

'''

It's grey and bleak.

My day that is. In fact, not just my day, the weather too.

I slog alaong, my steps as heavy as my breifcase. People rush past on either side, pushing and shoving with expressions of murderous intent. Extreme discontent.

They hurry by in their sharp suits and shiney shoes, I considor the difference in our lives.

A ratio of happiness.

6:7

I like to hope that I'm the higher; the luckier; the happier.

Troy walks behind me. He's talking fast an furious, crap spewing from between his lips and splattering those in the vacinity. Self-important and overly ambitious.

I believe the term is 'Delusions of Grandeur'...

'''

And...I didn't finish it off but I figure it's better that way so I never shall! Take that! :D.

Also! -I notice looking back at bloggy- I have nothing about Michaelangelo Caravaggio. I LOVE Caravaggio, and I don't know why...I've just...fallen for him.

Admittedly, it's a pretty one-sided affair, seeing as he's been dead for centuries T__T.

So, he's this guy -who, if he had a movie should be played by Robert Downing Jr. I.M.O- who was raving and painted for churches and important people and killed a guy because he was drunk. He's so mad and whirlwindy that I can't help but admire his typical artistic nature. Genius.

Also, he did a couple of pictures of little boys that a lot of critics say lean towards homoerotic.

GAY UNDERTONE! :D :D.

Such as (my two favourites);

Boy With a Basket of Fruit

Amor Victoris

I love 'Boy W...' the sultry expression on that kid's face is, creepy? Kinda hot? I say kid, I think the model was about 15/6...XD.

Yeah, saying 'Kid' seems a little paedophillic...

I don't know what to think, only that Caravaggio is a little bit legend :).

Another artist that I have currently got a bit of a Chase crush on is Jack Vettriano (currently still alive XD), who is SELF-TAUGHT and paints some pretty tense pictures! I mean seriously...let me show you a picture or two to explain my point...ahem.

Erm...I'll do it in another post XD XD...

Come on Ramone, let's do the bad thing!

Christ, I'd like to confess to leaving the previous post halfway through because I was lazy...

I'm not exactly proud...but there you are. I'll just have to do a really long, mind-numbing post right now. :D

Ready?

Set...

GO!

Okay, so I'll finish off the other post first;

So, her amahzingness kind of inspired me to write my own short, performance poetry piece (WOO!), thus!

~

Antithesis.

~

She crawls forward

Skin, bones and half-crazed for

fame, a name.

She begs, keens aims to appease as she's on her knees

saying

"Please!"

Raises parched, prune-like palms and cries

"Please sir, can I have less?

Because less is more (or so they say).

And I'm thinking of days

When I'm on the stage

Turning a phrase,

Starting a phase,

Black

Is the new beige."

~

In the world today

You're no one until you're a someone.

And to be someone

You need to dream,

See,

Be

The one.

~

She's up there with the lights on

The crowds go wild,

She starts to smile,

She's famous for a while.

Then it's gone.

~

"Because less is more- more or less."

And she took her final famous breath.

~

~

Also, I forgot to put in a little quote from one of her poems -'RnB'- that I love. It just makes me smile.

~

"You've got more kick than red rum,

You're red raw, red-handed, red-hot,

I metamorphose into blue-nun.

You're love lies bleeding, I'm forget-me-not. "

~

So! Now that that's all over and done with I can continue on. And I shall do with random highlights from the past...month? XD Oh lord, it's been almost that long?!
For some reason, my inner-child is desperate to start with a rubbish picture that I did a while back of Batman (vaguely) and if my scanner feels like co-operating, I can share it with you..
~

~
There he is! It's (vertically) Batman Caught in a Whirlwind with Half-Formed, Unattatched Cape Surrounded by Unassuming Flowers. That'll sell for loads, you saw it here first!
~

Moving swiftly on :D (quick-fire like this is!) I'll show you some pictures from two cake books found for me by none other than Alan Rickman!

~

Those books are called 'Pretty Party Cakes' By Peggy Porschen and 'Cupcake Magic' by Kate Shirazi.
And I will leave this post here and go onto a new one for space's sake :D.
Good old space...

If I could get away with Jodhpurs...

Jason Todd being carried from the scene of his death.

Alas I am small and they would make me look squat and dumpy. You know who else is small, my height in fact?

Robin!

As in....from Batman and Robin!!

This Robin unfortunately not being Dick Grayson (who goes on to become Nightwing); the 1st, original and very best in my opinion -ergo, isn't dead (Jason Todd)/struggling with teen life and dual identities-.

As in Tim Drake, the boring and 3rd Robin...but that's beside the point...

Because this leads me nicely into my current Chase sidetrack.

See, I've suddenly and inexplicably become obsessed with the heady mixture of Batman and Pendulum. Pedulum, whom I've always thought sounded like 'Comic Book Music' and up until recently I have been completely unable to explain myself. Now, however, I can quite happily direct you to read 'Batman; the Ultimate Guide to the Dark Knight' By Scott Beatty whilst listenening to...say... 'Different', 'Visions' (espc!), 'The Other Side', 'Granite' or 'Slam'. I pick these songs in particular and not just the album 'in Silico' as a whole because they suit it perfectly.

Anyway, mix the two together and you'll get a feel for my mood right now. Addictive!

I've become really brain dead recently, today mostly I'll admit, and it occurs mostly during my art classes. This is pretty bad, as I need to be REALLY motivated during art in order to keep up, but as it is, I can't be arsed -to be frank-.

It's one of the times when you know that you're being destructive, and that you're leading yourself down that evil one way path that spirals downhill and gets darker along the way. All you can do though is watch and feel nothing but calm panic -a sort of 'oh God...not again...' panic-, eventually, you know that something will hook you up and drag you away before it becomes too late.

Anyway...yeah Batman is awesome and I love Pendulum...:D

BOOM! Gotcha <3

Continuing on from my last post. My next topic is the poems that I have recently been encountering, so I'll put a couple of my favourites in here :D (sit back a read!!)
~

Where the Bee Sucks

Where the bee sucks, there suck I,

In a cowslip's bell I lie,

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily.

Merrily, merrily shalt I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

~

William Shakespeare.

~

ACS (dunno what that is, I abbrev. D:) -excerpt

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,

Smiles awake you when you rise.

Sleep, pretty wantons, don not sry,

And I will sing a lullaby:

Rock them, rock them, lullaby

...

~

Thomas Dekker

~

He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

of night and light and the half-light.

I would spread the cloths under your feet;

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~

W.B. Yeats

~

Reflection on Ice-Breaking

Candy

Is Dandy

But Liquor

Is quicker.

~

Odgen Nash

~

A Slice of Wedding Cake (exerpt)

...

Has God's supply of tolerable husbands

Fallen, in fact, so low?

Or do I always over-value women

At the expense of men?

Do I?

It might be so.

~

Robert Graves

~

My Own Epitaph

Life is a jest; and all things show it,

I thought so once; but now I know it.

~

John Gay

~

This is just to Say

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the ice box

~

and which

you were probabaly

saving

for breakfast

~

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold.

~

William Carlos Williams.

~

Resume

Razors pain you;

Rivers are damp;

Acids stain;

And drugs cause cramp.

Guns aren't lawful;

Nooses give;

Gas smells awful;

You might as well live.

~

Dorothy Parker

~

A Word

A word is dead

When it is said,

Some say.

I say it just

begins to live

that day.

~

Emily Dickinson

~

Wasn't that lovely? XD

I particularly like them anyway, especially 'He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven' and 'This is Just to Say'. Both of them are so cute and, well almost quiet in their sheer beauty...if that makes sense O____o.

.esahC esooG dliW

So, it's been a week+ and I have been constantly thinking of things to add to my chase collection BUT HAVEN'T ACTUALLY ADDED ANYTHING!!
Shameful D:
Well, I'll start this post in particular explaining my title. See it was (the actual thing not my interprepation) on one of the cute bags that I saw in London, and ever since I've had the phrase rattling about in my empty skull.
Anyways, my main theme for this post is going to be what I intended to add a week or so ago from Writer's Group (something I look forward ---> to). The general idea of writer's group is to get your creative juices flowing and to improve your take on writing. (Christ I think I just blew up the microwave D:)
So in part of this lesson we split a piece of paper in half and wrote down one side until it ran out of space (write whatever you like), then we covered it up and passed it on and the next person wrote down the other side. Then it was uncovered and you had to read across the paper and pick out parts that were good. The two topics that I ended up with were 'Stephen Fry' and 'Door', both sides were complete nonsense, but reading across I got some good stuff, namely:

"Hole line hair is open me please and in which you can't then shut me because get your glasses it is cold and I'm from when you fall rather hot."

and

"In to her arms of I like to be open passion and joy sometimes because on the day that I am a door that your love is instated likes to be closed."

See, they don't make a lot of sense, but somehow flow togethor quite nicely :D.

Also, in a description of certain small objects that were spread across the table, I wrote;

"Globuals of gold, in the formation of a wonky cross.

Sharp on one side, smooth on the other. Reminds me of the ocean, rough and wavey on the top, can kill, hurt and damage. Sometiumes with can bring joy (surfers, sailors and hardcore swimmers) mostly pain and distress.

The smooth side is below the surface, calm and drifting, coll nothingness, endless and darkening.

They are also pins."

Today's session, we messed around with both prose and poetry, transforming one into the other and so-on-and-so-forth. We started off trying to turn a riddiculous poem by Anne Sexton to Sylvia Plath into prose. SO DIFFICULT! But here's what I came up with:

"Look Sylvia!" I cried, "a dead box of stones and spoons."

We are two children, playing excitedly, like two meteors that wonder free and loose in the tiny playroom.

Her eyes were lit up, her mouth was pressed into a sheet of paper. "Into the roofbeam," she called back and we charged, "into the dumb prayer!"

I wondered, where did she go after she wrote to me from Devonshire? I remember that she was talking of rasing potatoes and keeping bees.

(unfinished)

THEN we had to turn an article on Capgras Syndrome (WTF?!?) into a poem, ergo:

"The Syndrome of Capgras

Discovered by Capgras.

When doubles appear,

imposters!

Not dear...

Misidentification,

Nonrecognition,

Phantom doubles!

I exsist in the world of fakes,

impersonators with their faces shaded and their eyes averted.

It's so alarming, I'm turning psychotic,

it's driving me crazy."

~~~~~

Alan wrote (and this is great!! :D)

"Capgras! Woo!

I am my own mirror,

Seeing further and further, deep into myself,

I am everywhere, but not all the time.

I am surrounded by copies of me,

And copies of you.

Like Barbie forced into Shelly's dress,

my heart sees more than my eyes.

And my soul screams that something is wrong!

But what can be done?

Who in this world can help?

Who am !?

Who are you?"

THEN we did an exercise where we wrote a short story/poem, passed it on, the next person had to then turn that into poetry/a short story. Finally it was passed on again and the top piece was folded over, that person had to turn that poetry/story into a story/poem without reading the origional. Right?

So, here are the examples that I snatched up (they're so cute!)

"The world fades before him

hes (dunno?!?!) broken face

lust forever gone

amongst the sea of bodies

he shall never feel

love again.

#change#

It lies smashed around my feet; my face in shattered pieces. Agony is reflected on all sides and I scream. A harsh, echoing cry that reverbrates with brocclied pain (XD). The candle to my side flickers, and for a moment or so, the light of the world fades.

She is gone, and with her she took her passion. Her LUST is forever gone. Lost amoung future lovers and flings.

My love, like this mirror -her favourite- is broken and dead.

#change#

Pieces lying,

Shards flying,

Gone forever,

Future is never.

Love on the line,

Life not mine."

~~

"Balloon floats aimlessly through the forest. A message tied to his neck, destined to reach the occupant of whatever the reindeer may stumble upon.

Left, right -whoops! He fell, back up, left again and, ah! A house! Gingerbread? Nope. Candy cane perhaps? Not that either. Just one more lick should figure it out...but oh! What's this? A headshot? So unnecessary for our innocent postman. Now we may never know of the ramblings untold.

##

The reindeer floats.

Balloon has a message.

He stumbles, he tumbles and falls upon a house!

Balloon licks

and tastes

Gingerbread?

Candy cane?

Alas, we'll never know

for balloon, dear friends, is dead

##

A balloon drifts from its company as the day wanes on and the party starts to die. Little Louise cries out as it leaves her grasp and a tear trickles down her cheek. A good friend has been lost forever."

~

"The red ball falls and I, James Dean in the making, chase it. I woop fiercly and charge, it tumbles gaining momentum, falling unstoppably down the stairs. It is a juugernaught of red leather and pressure, it bounces further and I run faster. There is suddenly a sense of urgency.

I know.

I know that when the ball bounces on, it will inevitably land in Grandmama's pond. I panic and fatefully trip. I fall to the ground. The ball is lost.

##

The red ball tumbles

and jolts in front of me

through green, green

green grass.

I feel blind panic

as it leaves my foot

and forever lost, gone and forgotten,

In the black pool.

##

The only ball we have lies in there in front of me, tempting and teasing. I give, unleasing fury then panic as it soars over the wall into the tar pit. It sinks into the depths, gone forever."

~

"Tears fall from the Ice Princess

The warmth of her heart to melt

She has noebody to show her love

and unleash her from her shell.

Nobody there but not hot like hell

she yearns for heat, to feel someway she can

the feeling only gainable from the body of a man.

##

She sits on her throne of ice. Her cold heart never to be warmed by the dim sunlight that filters through the windows. The ice princess is a sad individual who's kingdom diminished has no life to give.

##

Ice is beneath her.

She reigns supreme,

Princess of Ice,

Never a queen.

Her heart is so frozen,

The sunlight is weak,

She's loveless, a burden,

Feels cold misery, so bleak."

~

"Troy was a lonely child. He loved his family dearly, but they only abused him. Once his father took a knife to him, slicing his mouth, carving a smile into the poor boy's face.

Troy went missing a few years back. His whereabouts is completely unknown. We can't be sure if he's alive or...not...

##

Forced into a permanent smile,

Do I deserve this madness?

Compelled to run for miles,

Never knowing, never showing.

##

The Mad Hatter runs. He's doing it for charity and all the while he curses.

"Do I deserve this madness? Compelled to run for miles..." He wheezes and splutters.

As the Mad Hatter runs, people take pictures. Charity has always been a pollen sack to the media bees. He considors this with anger as the buzz excitedly and flash their flash bulbs.

As it is, he has to smile, grin widely and wave to the masses. Those adoring, blundering masses. "Take pictures whilst you can," he mutters, grinning wider, "it won't be long before the Jamangrozes get you!"

With this in mind he stumbles on."

~

All done! As you can see, the yellow ones are my additions. You can certainly tell that somepeople lost the plot, including the finalisers for the Balloon and Red Ball stories. Shame, they were my favourites T__T. Anyway. I'll carry on into another post....

Heart be still! (links galore! :D)

Somewhere within the last 10 minutes, between procrastinating and drinking hot tea with strawberries amd cream chocolate, I fell in love.
Fell hard and fast and with the aid of youtube...
Hot dang! Now I am consumed by a fiery passion and the need to be CLOSER! Closer to the magnificant sounds of Friendly Fires.
As if their song ~'Jump in the Pool'~ wasn't beautiful enough...oh no, they also have to have produced the songs ~'Paris'~ and ~'On Board'~. I am also listening to a clippit of 'Photobooth'...and from what I can tell from the live version...it should be pretty good!
In much the same way that I found my love for them, I also discovered hearthrobs; ~We Are Scientist~, ~Sam Sparro~, ~Justice~ and ~Vampire Weekend~. Unfortunately, the only album that I own of those is Sam Sparro...and that was through sheer determination! Currently I am absolutely salivating at the idea of owning any of those other albums...ANY! Although, Justice is a need of particularly powerful magnitude, ~DVNO~ being a song that I can't help but shake and strut to!
Another band that have recently caught my eye -or rather ear- after several months of enjoying one of their songs that I got from ~Pure Groove~ is Electrocute. A clever play on words which I never thought of, stupid me! Anyway, they are everything that their name says that they are; Electro and Cute. A couple of favourites of mine that belong to them include ~'Tiger Toy'~, ~'Bad Legs'~ and ~'Saturn Rings'~.
Their music initially reminded me of ~Robots in Disguise~, and I guess that's what makes me like them all the more!
So anyways...
Just wanted to spend a little while explaining one of my great loves and a true Chase; MUSIC!
It's fabulous :D

Oh and...I ordered Marie Antoinette from HMV as soon as I finished last night's blog, I'M WEAK, I'M WEAK, MASTER!!
Shame on me T______T....

I can't wait till it arrives :D :D ^__~

Marie Antionette

Alright, I figure that now would be THE perfect time to get it all off of my chest. This, OBSESSION, that I have with the film Marie Antoinette which has not been aided in anyway by the recent flurry of themes that I have that coincide spectacularly with it.

It has to be THE most beautiful film to ever exsist and until I own it, until I physically hold that awe-inspiring disk in my hand, I don't think my obsession will ever end!
Kirsten Dunst has been my favourite Actress for a long time, but since watching MA (with her staring as Marie herself) I have become devoted -much as I became devoted to Jake Gyllenhaal prior to Donnie Darko-.
Her acting in this film to me, as a non actor and a complete unprofessional, is breath taking. In my opinion, she threw herself mind, body and soul into the role of the Teen Queen and pulled it off flawlessly. From the uncertain, Alice in Wonderland edge, to the Swept Away recklessness, to the Sobbing under Pressure breakdown. Certainly the latter absolutely took my breath away and put tears into my own eyes, she is so uninhibited and soul baring in that scene that you FEEL the sheer misery and frustration that she projects.
You entirely fall in love with her character and even through the 'let them eat cake' and 'queen of deficit' incidents, you stick by her side whole-heartedly. You understand that she was so misunderstood, nobody was on her side of things. All that she had were her friends (who liked to party), advisor (who had a duty) and her husband (who struggled to meet her in the middle). Of course the film is entirely biased, that's what's perfect, you see how the stories are created, the truth, and then the repercussions that are lashed upon her.
Sure she over spent, and that was because the French Aristocracy pushed her from modest to trying her hardest to fit in. From there on it all just fell apart. How else can you expect a teenage girl to react under such extreme situations?

Other characters that I fell in love with include Rose Byrne (as Gabrielle, the Duchesse de Polignac) and Jason Schwartzman (as Louis XVI, Marie's Husband). Both characters being utterly endearing in their own way.
Gabrielle, is the head-turning, party girl who cared not one jot about her social appearance and the approval of the Aristocracy. In the film, her high voice and cheeky nature provide perfect comic relief and you can see the positive effect that it has on Marie, who visibly starts to enjoy herself upon the arrival of the whirlwind Duchess. I love her contrasting lazy words and permentantly excitable expression, making her appear both completely at home and ready to stir things up a bit.
I must say, her favourite moment of mine is when they are rushing to meet the Soldiers that fought for France and she announces "they've been away from women a long time, you know!" which is met by incredulous laughter and the reproachful reprimand of Anne (the comtesse de Noailles and Marie's best friend)
Louis is plain adorable in his shyness, occasional stabs at vague humour, (in the film, his few jokes are often met with failure to laugh) and his blatant youth and boyishness is clearly visable. His almost stoic nature that is shown with Marie can be misconstrued as ignorance, but truly is his way of showing his shy nature towards the opposite sex and his slow maturity. That he struggles to consumate their marriage and with it the Alliance with Austria for many years proves his sexually timid nature.
However, when he begins to warm up to his beautiful wife and truly begins to see her for who she is, a lovely relationship blooms. Not neccesarily one of man and wife, but of great friends who have a momentous duty. My favourite moment of his being when he is playing a game of (billiards?) and scores, he does a little leap of joy and 'YES's, but no one pays him any attention.

Possibly the most stunning part of this film is the visual content. It's a veritable FEAST for the eyes, not only of eye candy (can anyone say Count Fersen?!), but also cakes galore, beautiful scenery, a palate of the most incredible colours and best of all....the dresses.
By GOD the dresses.
Even if you don't care about the characters, plot line and such, you simply MUST see this film for the breath taking wardrobe! It's the main reason that I would have loved to have been involved with anypart of the film at all and why I gasp with every change of scene. The outfits are immense and must have had the blood, sweat and tears of so many poured into them, and boy, believe you me, it was WORTH IT! Each outfit is flawless, so much so that it makes me want to cry...
Malena Canonaro, if you're out there, I LOVE YOU!
And Manolo Blahnik too, of course...
But most of all I love Sofia Coppola for actually writing and directing the entire caboodle, she is stunning and magnificent and could push my face in dirt, ANYTIME!
Not that that means anything...it was just off of the top of my head, you see?!

Anyway, one final mention of praise for the film. The SOUNDTRACK. And what a beauty it is too, featuring a clash of 80s nu wave music and baroque pieces. It perfectly sets the scene of a partying soul, moulded into an Aristicratic society. My favourite songs include Hong Kong Garden (With Strings Intro) by Siousxie and the Banshees as is sums up the film perfectly, I Want Candy (Kevin Shields Remix) by Bow Wow Wow because it backs one of the funnest scenes, and Fools Rush In (Kevin Shields Remix) also by Bow Wow Wow as it is such a dreamy, optimistic song that also makes you want to dance.
It's inspiring!

So as you can see...my favourite film is also one of my greatest chases...and now that I have attempted to get my love for it out of my system, I find myself wanting it even more! T__T Shame on me for being so consumingly WEAK!

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Anyway...back to chasing :D

Encountered a huge chase yesterday! Yep, I took a trip to the Big Smoke and the big smoke was one giant chase :D.
So, I'd like to dedicate this post to;

1. The Gay Couple at the Bus Stop
2. The Strangers on the Bus
3. The Smiling Stall Holder
4. The Fairy Lights
5. The Thai Food
6. The 6+ CDs
7. The Dancing Japanese Man
8. Campbells Soup, Roy Lichtenstein Fakes and Rocket Boy
9. Greg James
10. The Brad Pitt Polish Man
11. The Well Expressioned Thai Man
12. The Jewish Band
13. The Swirly Swingers
14. The Ultimate Brownie & Chocolate Frogs
15. Whomever First Wrote HD
16. Camden Bridge
17. The Anime Man
18. Premiers
19. Pac-man Style Game; Ladybird
20. & Finally, The Tallest Goth in the World.

I'll stop here, best not to get carried away, as you probably can tell, London was a blur of intrigue and lights. Lots of great characters and THE best pair of boots in the WORLD! They were Claf length, plain white other than the sailor sash spilling over the top. So cute...if I knew the brand I would steal a picture to represent these beauties...but I never checked for fear of seeming over eager XD.

I already miss being there, but more than anything I miss travelling through there at nighttime. I don't know how many people share my sentiments, but I don't think that there is anything more beautiful and breath-taking as a city at nighttime. With all of it's lights, smells, loud sounds, pounding music and THE PEOPLE! The sheer variety of beings that crawl out of the woodwork at dusk is awe-inspiring. I could quite happily spend a day just watching people, and then admiring the change in atmosphere and attitude that occurs as the sun shines it's last sunbeam for the day.

A good place for me was in the warehouse market (Can't remember the name :3), it was teeming with ethnicities and cultures, food and pushing people, stalls with loud, varied music and clothing to die for. It was all so beautiful, and it's odd that such a dark, croweded place could be inspiring...but then I've always been one for admiring social interactions (being so lame myself T___T).

London is such a place of intense power, beauty and tragedy. So many people want to be there and IT, and yet so many people spend every second wanting to get away from it. See, I have a thing for being swept away, and I've only just begun to acknowledge it.

I'm one of those who get a kick out of riding the bull of Sanity Loss backwards off of a cliff. It's like...I prefer the idea of a wild fling to a set out relationship. I like whims and taking a wild chance because I'm such a naturally indecisive individual that I love to let go every now and then, regardless of the consequences. It's one of the nicest things in the world.

So, that madness sums up my fanfics, my relationships and often my most impressive works of creation. So you see, my "relations" so far consist of one whimsical online yes that made no sense (won't be doing that again); one serious appreciation of the film Anchorman and persistancy; and the heady (Toxic!) mixture of glow stick juice and heavy bass.

MADNESS! :D

Anyway, must dash, my mother is complaining about something...

A couple of collected chases from my LJ!

Incidently, how do I do a cut? Can I not here?! It would make my blogage so much neater T___T.
Anyway, a well known rhyme that I remembered a while back and found interesting;

~~

Monday's Child is fair of face,

Tuesday's Child is full of grace,

Wednesday's Child is filled with woe,

Thurday's Child has far to go,

Friday's Child is loving and giving,

Saturday's Child works hard for a living,

And the Child that's born on the Sabath Day is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

~~

A gorgeous rhyme, one that reeks of childhood and sitting on grass in the sunshine. It perfectly fits my mood style at the moment. Unfortunately, I happen to be a Thursday's child...which seems to fit appropriately with me :/...oh man! XD

It reminds me of the beautiful song by Will Young which definately be longer, it sound last an hour so that I don't have to keep replaying it. It's so dreamy, why isn't it more popular? Because it was Will that sang it?! Surely not!

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Check it out here! --> ~~Friday's Child- Will Young~~

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So, some mini stories and clippets that I made to amuse myself. (I'm backing up everything I can!! XD)

One particuarly risque scene that I don't know what to do with (It doesn't fit in with my fanfics!! :O)

~~

Gasping harshly, Draco turned his head to the side and was captivated by the image presented to him by the mirror on Harry's wall.

He gazed into heavily lidded eyes, grey iris conquered by pupil, that roved lazily over mussed hair, flushed cheeks and reddened lips that formed a loose 'o' shape. His shirt was trapped under him having been simply undone, pushed back and forgotten by Harry and his bare legs were crooked, clutching wantonly at Harry's sides.

The captured image of his 'coming undone' mesmerised Draco and he found that he couldn't take his eyes off of the reflection. He was intoxicated by the way that Harry's body melded into his, the other's tanned back arching down from his strong shoulder blades and back up to disappear into the waistband of his jeans. Draco watched his reflection lift a hand and trace it down Harry's spine, feeling every ridge and every tremor that Harry gave.

The other man was bracing himself upon his elbows placed either side of Draco, and his head was dipped down in order to place languid kisses on Draco's shoulder blades, neck and face. His skin glistened with sweat and the hairs curling at the nape of his neck were dampened, Draco could feel his hot breath as it drifted over him, causing fires under his skin that melted his bones.

Green eyes suddenly stabbed at him as Harry turned his head, following his sightpath, connecting their gazes and pinning Draco to the bed with the intensity of it all. The blond vaguely entertained the idea of purchasing a pensive for the sole purpose of storing this memory away, but the notion was lost almost instantly as if Harry's eyes had drowned out all conscious thought.

Draco was loathe to tear his eyes away from the mirror, almost unable even, but when he did, what he found was equally as breath-taking.

~~

I'm finished with that XD...pretty good stuff, inspired oddly enough by a scene from the modern version of the Incredible Hulk (the one with Liv Tyler), where they try to get it on but he can't incase of a sudden breakout of the Sulkster. Anyway, it's the bit where they fall back on the bed, and I must say, for an average to unattractive man, he has a pretty nice back! :O

Incidently, that's the only piece of smut that I have ever written, just for the record!

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Next up is a tiny story that I can't remember the origion of. It's simplicity makes me smile, so here it is; Chase fodder :D

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One fine day at Hogwarts, Harry Potter was waggling and waving his wand around.

Normally Harry was very good at this, so good in fact, that he tended to attract crowds of spectators and die-hard fans.

Today, however, Harry waggled his wand a bit too hard.

"Do you mind?" The ordinarily silent and complacent wand suddenly cried, "what in merlin's name do you think you're doing boy?"

Harry scowled at his wand, "are you questioning me? How dare you, I'm Harry Potter!"

In a fit of righteous rage, Harry snapped his faithful wand in half and then proceeded to cry.

~~

Another point of inspiration that I encountered a small while back was the lifelist group on livejournal (here). I joined up and wrote my own life list -to the suprising appreciation of a couple of people- and found that all of things I wish to accomplish are changing a little already...

But still, this list is inspiring and is so typically me...it's perfect :D.

Albiet a little small, maybe I should add some to it...

~

~Go to university and become a student. Go to wild parties and get discounts.
~Decide upon a career path. Hopefully one that is creative, impressive and pays well.
~Buy an apartment/studio. Decorate it wildly and hold intellectual dinner parties.
~Get a cat for said apartment/studio and allow it free reign. Either a cat or a ferret called Wally.
~Go to New York for 2 Weeks +
~Drink a Manhattan in Manhattan.
~Find the perfect pair of jeans. Bury them when they no longer fit.
~Convince the world (or anyone who will listen) that the anti-calorie exists. Be ambiguous, make scientific explanations up.
~Own a book collection large enough to crush a man to death. Lovingly name each book.
~ Read through Simon (my dictionary) from cover to cover. Memorise this for ;
~Perfect the art of the witty comeback, use impressive words such as 'discombobulate' and 'dotard'.
~Learn Japanese/Thai/Chinese/Italian/French/Russian...they are all beautiful languages...well perhaps not Chinese...
~Write a novel depicting my life in a fantastical, unbelievable manner. Perhaps a fantasy, sci-fi tale. Become a bestselling author.
~Own a bookstore/Flower shop/Coffee shop, adopt a foreign accent and become a professional People Watcher.
~Organise an underground rave.
~Visit Tokyo and Kyoto, two of the best anagrams since lemon and melon.
~Have an exhibition of work portraying life's journey. Make an installation. Wow people with kooky background music. Drink an abundance of champagne and Embarrass myself.
~Learn to play Chopin' "Fantaisie Impromptu". Evoke tears.
~Gather as many friends as I can, hold a giant picnic party.
~Go to Glastonbury.

Sounds perfect to me! :D

A little crafty chase

So, I got some printed paper from my local craft shop for pattern inspiration and to decorate my art adn textiles work with. And you know what, they are pretty gorgeous for pieces of card that are 50p each. Not bad at all :D!

I've decided to scan in the little beauties that I picked up. The best part is, that they are double sided! I have little, cute, mini patterns on the back! It's almost a shame to think that I'll be sticking them down...or will I? XD

Why does Snoop Dogg hold an umbrella? Fo' Drizzle!

I love that you can smell when it has snowed
I love iced gingerbread folk
I love to blow bubbles
I love to make cloud shapes
I love it when I can make swirling patterns in hot chocolate
I love silences that hold a thousand words
I love silhouettes in the sunset
I love photos that go unnexpectedly right
I love to cry at the TV
I love to scream at my PS2
I love it when I turn over to a new phase
I love the smell of fresh baking
I love it that I can wear what I like, but I can't wear it outside of my room
I love sprinkles and stars, sequins and arrows, polka dots and hearts
I love to see people going about their lives
I love to catch a smile from a stranger
I love to wear my wellington boots
I love elegance, but I prefer clumsiness
I love to imagine how many people have done a certain thing at that time *e.g. how many people in the world tripped up a step within the last second*
I love to savour chocolate underneath my tongue
I love to sing an entire song
I love to hear other people humming a song
I love to discover quirks
I love to stand on one leg
I love it when I can remember my dreams
I love it when I am the first to open things
I love to know secrets that don't matter to anyone but me
I love to watch people from my windowsill
I love to learn indepth about something that is irrelevent
I love to see the city
I love to see places at night
I love fairy lights that wink in the corner of your eye
I love to create mess, creative colourful mess
I love ethnic music, Indian classical is best
I -as of now- love palmistry, and being told that I am a highly creative person
I love to laugh I love double takes and shy smiles
I love to see my room feel golden
I love to feel that one day I'll be free -from what I'm not sure-
I love to feel that I have been productive
I love to be lucky

A mini-chase from a long time ago, inspired by watching the Simple Life for some reason :D...
anyways....XD

That's your Chasing for today!

Inspiration today is as follows:

*Tea- Parties

*Cupcakes

*Chinese Food

*Pastel colours

*Pearls

*China and chintz

*Flowers

*Alice in Wonderland

*Marie Antionette

*Butter and Sugar

*Chopin's- Minute Waltz (Op 64 No.1)

& Franz Liszt's- Liebestraum.

Ok, the gist of this whole lollapalooza is to jot down everything that makes me smile or has a profound effect on me during the day. These could be smells, sights, memories, sounds...everything!

Currently in textiles I'm working on a little project to do with Fashion/Furnishing Accesories and I intend to create a scarf with mittens attatched. We were initially given the theme of nature to work on and so I spent the Summer Holidays hoarding and fretting only to find that I could then alter at will.

So I transgressed, from nature, to fruit, to crystalised fruit, to winter, to winter wonderland, to Alice in Wonderland, to TEA PARTIES!

And that's where I am now :D.

Researching tea parties, tea cakes, tea cups and tea pots like a teen girl possesed. Unfortunately, my fevered work has gone unnoticed so far, which sucks like crazy. I'm putting everything I have in and getting zip-all back out! Seriously, I have no social life, my mind is entirely dedicated to Textiles, I'm even thinking of dropping English Combined inorder to make way for EXTRA textiles research time!

Anyways, that can be all for now update wise...I think I'll take a little time to pimp out my blogage with a little Something Something. Namely some points of interest from other blogs and such. Give it a little touch of me :)

Xx