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Lots of excitement and improvements planned for 2009, I might surprise you all with fascinating art - well, could happen. But for now, thank you so much for liking, commenting and even favouriting my short-of-perfect art. It is much appreciated and I will always let you know how awesome I think your stuff for sure!

Continue your excellent art too, because it brings me joy to see the work of creative and talented souls

Thank you and happy 2009!

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To be insulted and harassed and sent on wild goose chases around the country just to be obliged to take the attention-seeking baby out, just to tread on egg shells while he is clingy and mopes, when what do we get out of it? Seems like it doesn't cross his mind that his friends might be in need of some love and respect, that we might be at the end of our tether.

I can not be arsed with him any more. There's a thin line between love and hate and I'm so over it.

Now I feel wasted and cold and lonely.

I want to be around decent friends again.

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/21824752/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/21824752/ Fri, 05 Dec 2008 00:07:22 PST
Yes, I am in love. Have realised this for about 22 days now. And yes, it is only for me to know. Perhaps he will find out when I return one day. But for now there is more to think about being separately and independently happy.

There are more reasons to regret telling him now than to regret not telling him. So,after a little healthy stress, I am happy now.

It is just for poetry and time to tell.



And, looking through my gallery made me smile. Like a journey into my past, through captures of important moments and turning points that got me to my happy self today, and going strong, and only 21

I must be doing something right

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Nottingham is great! I'm having the glory days of student life!!

And the scariest essays of my life. What is truth? Can we defend the coherence theory of truth?

Does the 2 party system provide American voters with a meaningful choice at election?

And its SNOWING in some parts of England. Not here though. Not yet. Here's hoping
But why did I chose the winter semester?! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

But with hot kawfee, heating up and cosy fluffy jumpers, things are good.

Also I have lost my voice. Seriously, I wish you were here, because it sounds so sexy

Oh and liking someone brings me joy, even though it is only for me to know and for them to find out...perhaps.

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As soon as i returned home at 2am after my last shift, right on cue, I suddenly was ravaged by a massive cold and didn't sleep till like 6am that morning. Now...I'm cosying up with the internets and books, riding it out. But now I'm lonely and want fuss. Talk to me

It's perfect timing to get a cold, a week before I move to Nottingham University! Hopefully I will be fit as a fiddle when I cruise up there and start my next big semester in ENGLAAAAAND!!! So excited. Can't wait to go! I'm so happy here.

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/20018010/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/20018010/ Mon, 18 Aug 2008 07:52:40 PDT
I walk ten minutes to my nearest local pub. Since my friend had said someone else recently filled a post there, I decide to try a different and more confident line with the friendly girl behind the bar, on this quiet and sunny morning.
“Hi there…I could be wrong, but is it true you are recruiting?” I delivered the line with a winning and appealing smile.
She gave me the look of pity I was hoping for. “We should be, I will go check.”
She disappears into the back and comes out again, “Are you full time or part time?”
“Full time until September…”
As soon as she realizes I’m moving away from London in September, she nods and scoots to the back again. I think they have realized my game and will come back with a negative but suddenly the kindly manager appears to show the girl where the application forms are and disappears. The girl whispers conspiratorially,
“Listen, don’t put that you’re moving away or you’ll get me into trouble!! So just say you thought about staying but in September just say you are going.”
I am touched by this stranger giving me a fighting chance at her own risk. And the fact she has done that gives me hope that this might be what I was waiting for, a stranger to like me! I sit down and fill the application form out. It has difficult questions like “What national shop gives excellent customer service?” and “Why should we employ you?” but I think before I write. When I have finished, she smiles and takes it.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Leanne.”
“Leanne, thank you so much for giving me a fighting chance. Hopefully see you again!”
She just shrugs casually as if it’s nothing special. What a nice encounter!!

I then walk back to the library for my errands, and I check my job mails I haven’t checked in the past week. I apply for 16 perfect jobs, for a couple of days, couple of weeks, up to one month, immediate start. That’s SIXTEEN!!!! And they completely suit my skills and what I can happily do in offices, and the time I am available. It looks very hopeful. I have one month left to work. Can my luck turn around now?

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]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19824329/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19824329/ Thu, 07 Aug 2008 09:44:45 PDT 10 perfect temporary office jobs applied
Registered with agencies Twenty Four, Twenty Five and Twenty Six

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19824323/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19824323/ Thu, 07 Aug 2008 09:44:20 PDT “Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt, but are you the manager?”
“I’m the kitchen manager, yes.”
“I was applying for a job…”
He lights up, “Yeah yeah, have you kitchen experience? Until September? That’s fine, we will ring you, we want to recruit soon, and we have pubs all over England so a transfer to your University is possible.”
On this high, I meet friends and leisurely spot two retail vacancies in the local town which I quickly apply to on the spot.

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19824315/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19824315/ Thu, 07 Aug 2008 09:43:58 PDT
Today: 10 temporary office jobs on Twenty One’s website
I ring up Twelve; they have all references and promise me vacancies

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19824311/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19824311/ Thu, 07 Aug 2008 09:43:35 PDT 3 office jobs applied
I ring up Twelve; they tell me they are waiting on my second reference

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19824302/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19824302/ Thu, 07 Aug 2008 09:42:48 PDT
I am overwhelmed, little kiwi that I am, with the sudden noise and hustle-and-bustle and rushing people, men and women with a mission; to shop, industriously. The big women’s clothes shops are the most claustrophobic, so I target them first. They must be rushed off their feet and in need of assistance, right? In my smart collared shirt, skirt and boots, I walk round and round and round, scouring every single shop I can find that is bigger than a newsagents. I ask all of them if they have any vacancies, full time or part time.

A little shoe shop is the scene of my latest success. I buy some classic and well-priced silver shoes, for a wedding coming up this month. I have been looking for the right shoes for some time.

Only two shops show interest in my CV, a baby shop looking for part time staff, and the little shoe shop. Another big department store told me to apply online. When I go to the website, it tells me there are no vacancies in London to apply to.

Things to do: I need to get a map of the town of my University in order to search for part-time jobs for the exchange semester.

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19810531/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19810531/ Wed, 06 Aug 2008 14:28:32 PDT I email Twelve, who I am signed with for medical admin, to ask if there are any vacancies. I also email them with my newly posted bank account number. They reply to the email about the bank account number.
I follow up by an email to two of yesterday’s jobs because they are ideal and 4-6 weeks. Both of them reply to my desperately long and articulate supplication. They had both, separately, found someone else already.

At this point, when I have been trying to summon the energy to go jogging and failing miserably, I just break down in frustration. After consolation from Mum and a think, I decide to change my tactic. Retail it is. They must want someone. And hopefully if I start now, there could be a part time job when I move to University too.

I decline an invitation to go out drinking. I don’t see the point of joining friends and seeing new people when I’m this fed up, and it wouldn’t be my money anyway. Upon declining, one of my best friends rings me up to ask what’s wrong. She sends me an email of all the local based temping agencies and she has a magazine from her University of temping jobs ready to give me when we meet. I still decline a night of drinking, but I am looking forward to a therapeutic day out to the city with such friends next week.

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Today: One call from job site Ten. The consultant quickly retracts when he discovers I’m only available until September.

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I rock up to Great Portland Street an hour and 10 minutes early! It is sweltering hot and not many cafes in sight, the grand pubs down the back streets are packed with busy corporate workers on their beer-drinking lunch break. I feel like an outsider, wanting to be part of the corporate game in London. Plus numerous women dance past in light summer swishy dresses and unbelievably high heels, I do a spot of cheap shopping, but the 5 pound dress is all I can afford right now. I watch people go by and imagine I could go shopping with more money.

I march in 15 minutes early to show my eagerness, and because it’s much cooler in the reception. The receptionist is a condescendingly friendly girl who looks about 18, with a short skirt and a rehearsed smile. After working my way through an hour and 20 minutes’ worth of filling in repetitive paperwork and doing strenuous mental tests and a Microsoft Word questionnaire, I am set to see the consultant. He’s a lovely, friendly bloke. I’m expecting to be grilled about previous experience and skills so I proffer to blow my own trumpet in answer to his first question, but he just brushes it off nonchalantly, responding to everything with,
“Yeah, you know Word, you’ve worked in admin before, yeah you have all the skills we need.”
He eagerly hands me the temping contract to sign and says “We’ll definitely place you in medical admin as soon as possible, I think you can do pretty much anything and there’s quite a few vacancies, ongoing until you start University.”
Awesome.

Emerging with a more optimistic spirit, I meander the streets of London and by chance, the café I wander into has vacancies. I hand in my C.V. since I have it one me. I arrange to meet my brother for a couple of drinks by the Tate Modern and the Thames. The baking sun lasts and reflects beautifully off the rippling water. I feel like London could well be my oyster.

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19810504/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19810504/ Wed, 06 Aug 2008 14:26:56 PDT Friend emails the Twelve that got him a job in admin on my behalf
Got ‘job hunting’ books from the library to help my chances

Today: Called straight away by Twelve for appointment tomorrow

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]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19705588/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19705588/ Thu, 31 Jul 2008 18:35:01 PDT “lease call Six ASAP, we have an interview for you.”
My hope flickering, I stand outside and dial the number. When I call, it is quickly picked up. But then the most impatient, brutal tone sighs with weariness, “Agency Six.”
“Hi it’s Amanda here, you left a message to call for an interview…”
“Oh yeah,” I can almost picture her looking me up and down, her eyebrow arched, chewing gum, and brandishing my application before her with contempt before she went on, “You don’t have SAP experience do you?”
“Well, no, I am willing –“
Before imperiously hanging up, her parting shot is: “Nah, then this job’s not for you, darlin’.”

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Being the strong, smart and demurely sexy office woman I am, I stride to my local town equipped with my USB stick with an updated CV, clutching a brand new folder to hold my soon-to-be-printed CVs and resultant paperwork.

With no wireless at home, I rock up to the library and wait 45 minutes for my free hour on the internet. Upon settling down at the computer, I find the internet is extremely slow, and can’t cope with more than two pages up at once. I breathe and wait. And wait. And wait.

While I wait, I notice the absence of a USB port. After waiting 5 minutes, job site One emerges on the screen. I copy and paste my CV from 1 back to Word, but the format is immediately confused. Every time I move words or write anything it randomly places words on different lines, and every time I copy and paste even one word it is rendered meaningless. To obtain a communicable CV would involve re-writing the whole thing, and would take ages flicking back and forth between documents. This is poignantly futile considering I have a perfectly presentable CV on my USB stick.

Instead, I go to 2 recommended job agency websites. Two is confusing. It joyously proclaims you should register online but only invites you to click circular links all day. Three is a bit clearer, but it takes a full 5 minutes or so to load each page of 4 page registration. Meanwhile, I’m looking through jobs that have been emailed to me. Out of 21 jobs, only 2 of them are looking for the time period I can work.

I resolve to go in person to the job agency offices in this town. Looking sexy, smart and very grown up, adopting the professional demeanor to instantly impress, I believe that will be bring me luck. I initially play my trump card of a year and a half of office experience in New Zealand.

The two men at Four exchange weary glances when they hear I am free until September.
The first guy sighs. “We’re not taking any more students.”
“Well,” I protest, “I worked for a year and a half before University.”
“Okay, that does improve your chances, but no promises. Carol’s not in so attach a CV and email her.”

Five and Three both stonewall: no vacancies, no more students, don’t bother.

Two, last but definitely not least, promise something. I just need to bring in a printed CV, two printed references from two employers, my passport, my proof of address, and my proof of identity number. This reminds me, my identity number is buried in the depths of my garage in New Zealand, so I need to ring up the authorities.
Walking through the local town lived in till I was 17 I find the necessity to re-establish myself ironic. And so far I have been luckless. But what else can I do? Do what Michael Fox did in The Secret of my Success?

Hot and bothered, I miss two buses on the way to the bus stop. When I do get home I head straight for the kettle for a comforting cuppa. My fridge is bereft of milk.

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19282816/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/19282816/ Tue, 08 Jul 2008 22:22:00 PDT O.o

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Because I feel like renewal. Paralysed by options, I can only stand still and look around. Try to position my self-esteem where I want it. In relation to others... and this blank page.

Silence, symbolised by a blank page, sure it may be incommunicative, but it is beautiful.

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/14099819/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/14099819/ Fri, 10 Aug 2007 02:59:38 PDT

It's cute.

I actually remember feelings and people from before though. And wonder if the sad or happy facts of life - do we die or grow more alive as time goes on? - can make or break a person. Or are not worth much, except a heavy head. How about...

"Walking on sunshine YEAH YEAH!"

Wild abandon and cute, amazing freedom. It's beautiful!

I'm turning TWENTY!! Wah!
Tomorrow is gonna ROCK, YA!!!!!!!!!

I love you guys!! Especially the people who rocked my world when I was 5...10...15,16, 17, 18... AND NOW!!! WOOOO!!!!!



I'm feeling the love.
It's cute.

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/13322062/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/13322062/ Tue, 12 Jun 2007 20:54:11 PDT WHAT is the appeal? We love it. But why?

The cute, witty, laconic, sardonic style.

What's the charm really?!

Slaughterhouse 5 is an exam question. So is Waiting for Godot, another example, if not directly ABOUT war, but of the evidently post-world war two style. Hemingway/lost generation gives some of it too.

Intriguing...

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/13058690/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/13058690/ Wed, 23 May 2007 03:46:17 PDT Rah! I love student life..
Not too glamorous at the moment though. Streaming cold, it's been raining on my delicately red sniffly nose, and an essays' been spinning my mind with heady adrenalin and sparking paragraphs from thoughts...
It's great, though. I could write about it all day

I just finished my last essay before exam panic kicks in. Rah!

I actually like it. Or am I just enjoying moaning about it? he he he.
I'll collapse in bed with this cold in a minute, so you may not hear from me in quite a while O.o

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/12557642/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/12557642/ Wed, 11 Apr 2007 18:08:40 PDT I have recently had many occasions that remind one how beautiful life can be. ^_^
Cute. Also from Donnie Darko. The only line that actually had any effect on me in that film.

Ah, the moments to kiss.



I have also found the joy and charm of attentive company.
And stuff.

*groovy dance*

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/11888955/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/11888955/ Mon, 19 Feb 2007 23:12:12 PST Wow.
It's exciting, because I do not know what is going to happen next, it is all open and unexpected and... exciting!

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/11806664/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/11806664/ Tue, 13 Feb 2007 23:28:57 PST
Most often, the term describes those who create within a context of 'high culture', activities such as drawing, painting, sculpture, acting, dancing, writing, filmmaking, photography and music — people who use imagination, and talent or skill, to create works that can be judged to have an aesthetic value. Art historians and critics will define as artists those who produce art within a recognised or recognisable discipline.


Hm....I'm still confused though.

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/11674507/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/11674507/ Sat, 03 Feb 2007 17:31:27 PST "Aurora said to me the other day how surprised she was to find herself spending more time looking back than forward. She clearly remembers lying on the grass in Vully's orchard when she was thirteen, full of self-satisfied wonder, mostly wonder at herself. "In no time at all it's over," she said, "That sense of endless possibility. Or perhaps it's all the time in the world, but because you remember it so well it seems very immediate. But the power is gone." That's what she said. The power and the possibility she thought were her birthright."

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/10989949/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/10989949/ Fri, 08 Dec 2006 00:18:30 PST
And doing what matters makes all the difference.

Man...TALK ABOUT my cryptic random writings...

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/9572042/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/9572042/ Wed, 02 Aug 2006 00:15:01 PDT
Receptionist I am indeed, and enjoy it. Of course. Obviously. Undoubtedly.

I PASSED my driving test. Yes I did!! Now I have a restricted NZ driving licence, and it's scary and fun and fantastic. Proud.

I've learned Maori, a little. Ko Amanda taku ignoa. (My name is Amanda.)

I have applied to do English Literature at University here. It'll be brilliant, I know it.

I do miss aspects of England. People there. But the world's a small place really. And I love aspects of New Zealand. And lots of people here!!

I am going to Melbourne for two weeks very soon! It'll be wonderful. A hectic birthday planned too. Raving. Haha. Me. Well, living the best life.

So, there we go, a nice blog entry.

^_^ ]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/7937846/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/7937846/ Sat, 18 Feb 2006 20:39:53 PST
New receptionist buddy, because the other one left, except she's not my buddy. In fact, it's annoying, working with someone like that.

And the fact the monthly bulk work every department of a 65 people office winds up for someone to do in one place; reception's in tray. In one week. So crap.

And now the two day weekend's nearly over, and there's stuff for tomorrow that's given me bad dreams.

However, it was a nice weekend.

Roll on University, being able to drive, and some more escapism.

And, of course, I'm alive!!

^_^ ]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/7119579/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/7119579/ Wed, 23 Nov 2005 01:24:15 PST
Cute. ]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/6931289/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/6931289/ Tue, 01 Nov 2005 23:25:31 PST Just put one foot in front of the other, and said "No, I'm not coming back."
And now I'm at home.



What the hell's gonna happen now?! ]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/6311853/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/6311853/ Wed, 24 Aug 2005 01:12:31 PDT

So, so happy here!

]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/6005287/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/6005287/ Fri, 22 Jul 2005 14:08:22 PDT
My one way flight to New Zealand, the day I emigrate, is booked. Right now. For the 8th August. For definite. That slams it home.

I've been longing for the day, yet longing is quite an impractical feeling really. Now there's a date I'm moving towards. There'll be an actual plane humming away on the tarmac destined for New Zealand. And fuck knows where it'll take me.

What can I say? God, two weeks. I feel like seeing all the things I meant to see, saying all the things I meant to say, doing all the things I've been too worried to do. But, there isn't any of that left. I've said goodbyes, I'm cut off from this place. I can't relive anything special here. There is nothing special for me here. My heart's not in anything here. My mind's gone. Now I just need to feel ok.

But I am scared. Hell. All those ideas and hopes for a new life, new country, now I'm launched there to sort it out for myself. No more excuses. I have a life now. Yet, when it comes down to it, I'm just clueless on what to do. How to pack. I haven't even packed. Although the house is being transformed for the next tenants, as life moves on with or without me!

There'll be things I will miss, things that are dead now but were alive once. But there's so much to gain and I know it. Just, how to deal with it... it's WEIRD!!

The flight of a lifetime. ]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5853793/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5853793/ Wed, 06 Jul 2005 04:56:50 PDT It's times like these you learn to love again
It's times like these you learn to live again
It's times like these you learn to love again

It's times like these you give and give again
It's times like these, time and time again"
- Foo Fighters

"Life didn't seem depressing or empty to us, but we could only discern that it was as if we were on the outside looking in."
"I wanted to help us, Richard, but I didn't know how to save us, how to get our souls back. I couldn't see a solution. I was the only one who knew what was missing, but I didn't know what I could do about it." Karen sounded as though she were about to cry.
- Girlfriend in a Coma by Douglas Coupland

"It's times like these you learn to love again
It's times like these you learn to love again
It's times like these you learn to live again
It's times like these you learn to love again

It's times like these you give and give again
It's times like these, time and time again"
- Foo Fighters ]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5853782/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5853782/ Wed, 06 Jul 2005 04:54:12 PDT this book changed my life!! Read the whole thing in a night.

"I don't like the silence either." I didn't realise then that so much of being adult is reconciling ourselves with the awkwardness and strangeness of our own feelings. Youth is the time of life lived for some imaginary audience.

I felt that was very insightful. ]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5853763/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5853763/ Wed, 06 Jul 2005 04:50:19 PDT
Lord Caversham - Why don't you try to do something useful in life?
Lord Goring - I am far too young
Lord Caversham - I hate this affectation of youth, sire. It is a great deal too prevalent nowadays.
Lord Goring - Youth isn't an affectation. Youth is an art.

Ooh good one!!

Erikson 1969 (psychologist) - see simultaneous revision!

"Adolescence is not an affliction but a normative crisis...What may appear to be the onset of a neurosis is often but an aggravated crisis which might prove to be self-liquidating and, in fact, contributive to the process of identity formation."

Fine words! And thank God for that..! ]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5853759/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5853759/ Wed, 06 Jul 2005 04:48:19 PDT

Lord Darlington - I won't tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world's voice or the voice of society. They matter a great deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely - or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hyprocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose! Oh my love, Choose!"

I'll choose when I'm good and ready!! ]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5853721/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5853721/ Wed, 06 Jul 2005 04:38:01 PDT
"Rampant individualism...ridden with depression...meaninglessness occurs when there is no attachment to something"

I've decided to place here my recent collection of quotations that randomly catch my eye and make my heart beat a little faster when I read. Funny though, when I look at them all together, there's a progression of what mood took me at the time, and its not that random.

This was found revising psychology, and my feelings towards psychologists can be seen in the previous journal entry.

Anyway, that's the first, it made me sit up and think, and then I kept it up.

Glimpses into the depths of humanity, that's what these quotations may well show, reflections of my mindset when reading... and all.

^_^ ]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5664510/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5664510/ Thu, 16 Jun 2005 09:18:25 PDT
Everyone and everything I know cutting into corners of my consciousness.

Sometimes, (now)
I just want to fling all the pieces from this crowded chessboard that is my mind, put the game on hold, bash the board till it breaks, watch the encroaching figurines tumble down and clatter on the floor.



And I'm not up to playing the game of my next exam. Psychology, reducing the myriad of humanity into reductionist, heartless applied concepts that kill the soul.



]]> ~Luck-Addict http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5226830/ http://Luck-Addict.deviantart.com/journal/5226830/ Sat, 30 Apr 2005 03:21:46 PDT I listened to my Rasmus album.
Not only that, which I know is beauty in itself, but such an experience had personal profound meaning for me.
Havent listened to it since last summer.
When things were going well.

Music certainly has power. It took me back to who I was, and who I was becoming; better, not worse. I remember it was my AS exams anthem album, the summit of recognition as I made a name for myself singing In the Shadows at the start of my karoke career, and I remember I was being me.

But it all went wrong.
And now I realise whats actually important.
I was on the right road last year.
Now Im lost.
Shipwrecked.
But, know what?
Im not going to fade out of the life Im meant to be living. Im not going to be swayed and swept away by the tides of, well, hell.

Fuck it, Im going to be honest to myself.

x ]]> ~Luck-Addict