there is no such thing as coinicidence 

Created from Everything
current book: Funny Boy
current song: Bells for Her
probable theme of tomorrow: A Sorta Fairytale

You have to love everything sometimes. It's when the sleeplessness falls into ripples and suddenly you're melting in reality. It feels warm.

Today I had another song blow in the window and hit me in the brain. Hence my MSN name of the day: Rose Song. I haven't written any since Goodbye Charlotte. I was probably afraid of whatever I wrote sucking big time in comparison. There are times when you know that it's not your own creativity, that there is an actual story, a memory out of some time-spun fabric of being, that presents itself to you and lets you have it. It's when it spreads across your senses and you can hear it and feel it and smell it all at the same time.

I'm leaving for the cottage tomorrow. It should be wonderful. I really love being able to escape and find a corner of earth with a lake and trees. There's something that speaks to me in water. Plus I'm bringing my cd player. music + algonquin + friends = unbeatable combination. Provided I am not attacked and mauled by a bear.
and through the life force and there goes her friend on her nishiki it's out of timeand through the portal they can make amends

I remember my time at that cottage as being extremely creativeley stimulating. Which would be good. I'm bringing my camera.

and what's THIS!? One of Japan's famed blue-haired old ladies!!? Hahahaha. They were everywhere. Again taken from the starbucks on the same day 

the winter view from my favourite place to chill in Sapporo- the 4 chome plaza starbucks! 

JR (japan rail) train to home pulling into sapporo station 

believe it or not, this is the inside of a MALL. It had a river, a waterfall, and gardens as well as a windmill and a giant old beer factory. 

disdain
I am feeling slightly sad. Probably because of that damn emo music that we were listening to in the car on the way home. I don't care if "nobody cares at all". Get over it. Or slit your wrists. One or the other, but either way quit whining and stop releasing records about how nobody cares about you. Fuck.

It was the going away party for kids from work today. It was all fun until it was over. Then it was like sudden withdrawal. Not seeing these kids again is a pretty sad prospect. But I'll still be seeing Frank on a pretty regular basis as far as I'm concerned.

See Melissa! It does look like Orthanc, doesn't it? 

temple in snow 

statues

Oh no Melissa, you shouldn't have asked. Oh well. The statues are to the goddess who protects children, and those symbols you see on them are names. Names that parents have given to their babies who were never born.