The Perry Bible Fellowship →
No, I haven’t suddenly converted (sorry Joce). The Perry Bible Fellowship is a comic strip I used to read way back…which has nothing to do with religion. Narie gave me the link, once. I think they’ve stopped updating it, but it definitely had its moments. Going back through them this holiday made me chuckle. Click ‘Random’, or each of their comics in turn down the...
Friends who melt my heart
Melissa: Hey! :)
A: You probably won't listen to me because you have more important things to take into consideration
A: I THINK
A: You should stay in New Zealand for more than just a week
A: Because I miss you.
It’d been a while since I’d been to Bennetts Lane. I think I must have been there last with Amy, over a year ago. We’d sat on the back step with wine and watched a woman sing a song for her dead father. I still have that song on iTunes (So Many Stars). Jazz is such an emotional experience. Drenched, like some wet miserable animal on Russell that but I didn’t mind. It was...
Have the courage to say no. Have the courage to face the truth. Do the right...– William Clement Stone (via kari-shma)
Why I suck at comebacks
Melissa: When are you getting back from Korea? Also, when are supps?
Brian: Omg. Don't relate Korea and supps.
Melissa: Sorry :(
Brian: Supps are 7 and 8. So if I have to sit supps then the Korea plan is screwed. So 9th is definitely safe.
Melissa: Yeah actually you told me. You'll be fine. When do we find out?
Brian: The 3rd. I told you also, while smoking.
Melissa: That might be why I wasn't paying attention. The smoke was killing my brain cells. Smoking is terrible.
Brian: YOU are terrible.
Melissa: Your face is terrible.
Brian: Your mum is terrible.
Melissa: Your mum's face is terrible.
Brian: No, you...
Melissa: Your grandma is terrible. Your grandma's face is terrible.
Melissa: Er, sorry. Was on a roll.
7 Minutes Circlesquare (Patrick Wolf Remix) (via...
So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.– Paulo Coelho (via kari-shma)
It started raining in the span of 5 minutes — from clear day to torrential rain. The thunderstorm pretty much reflects my mood. I love it when it rains after days of heat. Like a breath the sky’s been holding, finally released. :)
Ilsa: Rick, I have to talk to you.
Rick: [is drunk] Uh-huh. I saved my first drink to have with you. Here. [Passes her a drink]
Ilsa: No. No, Rick, not tonight.
Rick: Especially tonight.
Rick: [Pours a drink] Why did you have to come to Casablanca? There are other places.
Ilsa: I wouldn't have come if I'd known that you were here. Believe me Rick, it's true I didn't know...
Rick: It's funny about your voice, how it hasn't changed. I can still hear it. "Richard, dear, I'll go with you anyplace. We'll get on a train together and never stop - "
Ilsa: Don't, Rick! I can understand how you feel.
Rick: [Scoffs] You understand how I feel. How long was it we had, honey?
Ilsa: I didn't count the days. [On the verge of tears]
Rick: Well, I did. Every one of 'em. Mostly I remember the last one. The wild finish. A guy standing on a station platform in the rain with a comical look in his face because his insides have been kicked out.
Ilsa: Can I tell you a story, Rick?
Rick: Has it got a wild finish?
Ilsa: I don't know the finish yet.
Rick: Well, go on. Tell it - maybe one will come to you as you go along.
Ilsa: It's about a girl who had just come to Paris from her home in Oslo. At the house of some friends, she met a man about whom she'd heard her whole life. A very great and courageous man. He opened up for her a whole beautiful world full of knowledge and thoughts and ideals. Everything she knew or ever became was because of him. And she looked up to him and worshiped him... with a feeling she supposed was love.
Rick: [bitterly] Yes, it's very pretty. I heard a story once - as a matter of fact, I've heard a lot of stories in my time. They went along with the sound of a tinny piano playing in the parlor downstairs. "Mister, I met a man once when I was a kid," it always began. (laughs)
Rick: Well, I guess neither one of our stories is very funny. Tell me, who was it you left me for? Was it Lazlo, or were there others in between or... aren't you the kind that tells?
Ilsa: [Tearfully and silently leaves]
Rick: [Face falls in his hands sadly, knowing he said all the wrong things].
The accidental date thing
I’m woken up with a phone call which I scramble to catch. This involves an awkward tumble from bed and onto the floor in order to get my handbag, which has been dropped by the door from when I came in last night (late, as usual for this past week). Athena, Simon and I had been at the night markets last night. I’d never actually set foot in Victoria Market myself, day or night time....
Sunday Matinee Beat Radio (via kdfa)
He still thinks of me as a child
Dylan: Hey Melissa, can you give me video games for Christmas?
Melissa: Video games, huh.
Dylan: There's this really cool one I like? It's called [phone cuts out]--ster game? And you have to fight aliens? It's REALLY AWESOME! And you morph into aliens? Um...can you get me that one?
Melissa: Sounds...Sounds great! [Feels bad that she doesn't know what game he means and doesn't want to let him down] What about if you talk to mum and dad? Maybe they'll get it for you for Christmas.
Dylan: Nah. I'm expecting something more awesome than just a video game from them.
Dylan: Something bigger.
Melissa: Like what?
Dylan: I don't know. Like, more better. Like, costs more money.
Dylan: Oh yeah! And Santa is also gonna get me something too.
Melissa: Santa, too?! I forgot about him.
Dylan: What?! How can you forget about Santa?
Melissa: Silly me...
Dylan: Hey, does Santa still give you presents every year too?
Melissa: Um.. [hasn't gotten a meaningful Christmas present since being overseas but doesn't know what she should say to an 8 year old about this] umm... yes. Yes, he still does. Most years.
Dylan: Wow, you're so lucky.
Dylan: Because you know, once you're an adult, he stops doing that and you have to buy presents for everyone else instead.
Dylan: You know you should make the most of being a kid while you still can. Because once you're a grown up everything is terrible.
Melissa: [suddenly wants to cry] :) Yeah. Hey. I guess I will. You too, Dylan. Don't ever forget it.
Simon and Athena had wanted to see the large flame balls along the river last night, so we ended up outside Crowne last night, waiting. Sitting by the turned-off water feature (the one that use to spray jets of river water up amidst changing lights) gave me a sense of nostalgia. I’d come here once in first year, unable to stay in the house. I’d wanted to be alone, and I’d missed...
We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.– from ‘Love’ - Leo Buscaglia
It’s been a perfectly gloomy Sunday, the kind that you don’t mind spending inside. Everywhere, there’s signs of burnt out medical students — another case of ‘night before exam’ unease, but on a grander scale. I can’t concentrate. I feel like I’m about to sit some kind of quiz, get a ‘thanks for participating’ certificate, and toddle off...
Old friends are the best
Melissa: Well..my exam finishes at late afternoon on Monday, then I have a thing on Monday night. Would you and Simon like to have dinner?
Athena: That would be fantastic!
Melissa: I'm awfully sorry about not being able to meet you guys when you land. It's just awful timing, with the exam on Monday and all. After Monday, you'll be stuck with me like the intrusive third wheel.
Athena: No way! Simon's the third wheel.
Melissa: *Moment of true happiness*
You’ve Got The Love Florence + The Machines...
Today I'm winning
Success! I’ve found my law notes — the one that I was desperately trying to look for all of last week. Yeah, it was on my floor. On my 5th floor search I managed to ply it out from between 2 modules of Health Economics notes. (No wonder it was so hard to find). By the way, I’m one of those people who does follow insane advice when nobody’s around. Like, I laughed when a...
Isn’t life a series of images that change as they repeat themselves?– Andy Warhol
Audience Of One Cold War Kids (via daisyradio) ...
It’s so hot, I can’t sleep. The stagnant warmth of my room greets me. I flip the blinds by the head of my bed and let moonlight stream in. The large, floor to ceiling mirror at the foot of my bed reflects a someone who doesn’t look like me — the naked curve of my back as I sit amongst the sheets, hair tusselled, face flushed, undressed, leaning to look out the window; it...
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps...– -Ayn Rand (via kari-shma)
Out Of The Dark Matt Hires