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Boxing helena?

Did your meeting on the weekend go ok?

wow... well good luck with it all, let us know how you go! Is it for a university play or local theatre etc?

The pursuit of life... well it goes slowly at the moment! Though I accidently slept in today so no school (*cough* accident my arse), I'm suffering a terrible case of wanderlust atm tho. Itching to leave, but feeling shackled to the pursuit of education.

I heard it was spose to snow in melbourne?!

hey there.

i was reading your entries and its really cool that you get to meet antidote.

i just met someone that lives 700 miles away from me. he lives in georgia, i live in il. it was so fantastic. so dont be nervous! im sure everything will run smoothly.

hope you have a good time!

-ashley

what do i want out of life? what a question.... to answer in "spiritual" terms, i guess to live my life to the fullest and find happiness & enlightenment... how psuedo buddhist of me... but I don't think its all 100% achievable. I don't think life is perfect percentages and nirvana. Happiness is most important to me I think. In some ways thats pretty selfish too.

Career wise - who knows. I'd love to find fulfillment in some sort of artistic/design endevour, I dont really have a set path. Life is so unpredictable I find I've never been able to guess where I'll be at in 12 months time.

What do you want out of life?

sounds divine....

shorty,

all is finally arranged.
i shall arrive 12:55pm friday, and check into the prince hotel in st kilda for friday and saturday nights.

they have pretty rooms.

i'll be leaving on sunday at around 3pm.

i'm scared shitless.
but also very deludedly excited.

you take care boy.

talk to you soon.

- pippa.



[Edited on Aug 01, 2005 12:45PM]

wait.
please.

right.
rather amusing. but this chat works.
and there's no one in there.
which isn't surprising.

dont...ask.
it's the only working chat room i could find.

http://www.keithurbanfans.com/cgi-bin/gtchat/chat.pl

see you soon.
xox.

ah ha.

nevermind. i didn't turn up either.
i just got an internet connection today.
wish i could have though.

i'm higher than you shorty.

talk to you...soon?
tuesday no can do due to acting.
wednesday?

can't really type properly.
so i'll go.
take care.
as always.


[Edited on Jul 25, 2005 10:18PM]

i envy paris.
for she has you.

perhaps one day we shall walk her streets together, and i will reclaim that part of you.

alexander.
my lucid dream.

i'm tired of words.
so i shall climb a tree once again, and loose myself amongst pirates and zombies, chain smoking whilst in the company of nobody.
and the moon shall hang, illuminated dreaming.

take care.
as always.

yes. see you then.

I left York Minster resolute that I will never shy from my own beliefs again, I will not back down on my notions on refugees, on globalisation, on free-trade or on world debt. I will not let racists speak their mind without letting me speak mine, I will not allow homophobics to comment without rebuke and I will not let terrorists or governments or religions take away my own faith.


Don't for one second shy away from your beliefs again Mr z. Thee world needs more precious ones like you to give them a better direction.
Come home safe

I was sitting at a bar, surrounded my noise and confusion watching the beginnings of the drama unfold. My first initial thought was of you dear boy, all over there across the seas. But then, my rational mind deducted that in all probability, you would be flat on your back nursing a seemingly ever constant hangover. And if that was not the case, then my minds eye envisioned you stalking within the morning shadows, mind turned inwards, words taking their new awakened state unsteadily across a page.

None the less, there was still fear you averted from routine behaviour (such the nature of tourists) and somehow, frighteningly got mixed up within that hell.

And now, I am greatly relieved that this morning found you safe and well my wandering pirate.

Keep your beliefs, your convictions, your opinions. For a human with opinions, is a human who watches, and a human that watches is one with their eyes open, and when you have your eyes open, you can see truth when she unveils herself.

your passions emanate from the words.

Churches are strange places. But pure. For those that built them hundreds, thousands of years ago knew, and understood that the purity of the foundations of that refuge were paramount. Every brick they shaped and fitted, every carving, moulding, pillar is erected with the conviction that something beautiful was still theirs. If you feel, then you can sense the hope, the awe, the reverance, the goodness of thoughts that seeped their way into the bricks.

We leave our guilts, our pain, our confessions behind, knowing they never won. For what was built into those walls will always overcome what unfolds within them.

I wrote a childrens story about a fearsome pirate, a fair young maiden and messages in bottles that travelled the seas and brought them together.

I told it to a little boy, and at the end he looked up at me and asked me;
"Pippar, Why was the pirate man sad?"

I still don't know.

[Edited on Jul 08, 2005 8:34PM]

miss you shorty.

ahem.