Sunday, November 28, 2010
All my love was down, in a frozen ground.
Some of my favorite photographs I took from Mr. Laychuck's Liard Trip.
All pictures I am not in are taken by Me.
Liard Hotsprings: The ultimate bonding experience. These photos are from the beginning of October I think. When at night I would freeze in my sleeping bag while Caitlin slept soundly in hers cuz she was in the middle -__-. It was alright though cuz the warm water of the hotsprings made up for it. We'd go there from morning till night, we'd walk back a mile through the boardwalk with wet hair and stay up all night by the campfire trying to concerve some warmth before we headed off to a freezing tent. I spent a whole weekend not wearing makeup in public. Something I recommend for every girl to do once in their lifetime. That said, I'm never doing that again! Then the last day I got a fat lip cuz a mosquito decided to bite me on the lip. Just peachy :) Anyway I'd like to thank Mr. Laychuck for that awesome weekend I will never forget. I made some a bunch of new friends and bonded with my old ones. And HELLZ YEAH I'll be going on the Spring Trip! Maybe next time I'll bring a warmer sleeping bag, and some bug spray.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Warmth on the other side of the rock.
For all of the realness
So much for the fantasy
But what binds our dreams for so long?
I thought like a shooting star
To guide my mind through it all
All of this life,
Decaying like a rotten fruit
But passion and desire
Burning like incense, filling the air
The scent fooling everyone
Making us believe there is such a thing
As dreams, as love
Though it is long gone
Lost in the haze of the sun,
That grills us for so long
Oh how long we suffer this life
Without a thought of giving up
Without wanting to give in
To the sweet relief of oblivion
It seems that we are bound by these fake dreams
By our loves and our fantasies
Our hearts and desires,
That incense that kindles
Do you feel it too?
The warmth on the other side of the rock?
I have my cheek pressed against it
And it burns.
Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh
So much for the fantasy
But what binds our dreams for so long?
I thought like a shooting star
To guide my mind through it all
All of this life,
Decaying like a rotten fruit
But passion and desire
Burning like incense, filling the air
The scent fooling everyone
Making us believe there is such a thing
As dreams, as love
Though it is long gone
Lost in the haze of the sun,
That grills us for so long
Oh how long we suffer this life
Without a thought of giving up
Without wanting to give in
To the sweet relief of oblivion
It seems that we are bound by these fake dreams
By our loves and our fantasies
Our hearts and desires,
That incense that kindles
Do you feel it too?
The warmth on the other side of the rock?
I have my cheek pressed against it
And it burns.
Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Growing up won't bring us down!
We all have dreams that stretch across seas
From eons to light years, down to the roots of trees
It's the fault of a father; storytellers to please
Send to the universe and back, ideas of what we could be
Rotations and battles, time passed and shadows
To turn hard and to hallow
Bleed their color onto the whiteness of snow
And we live and we learn from every single blow
The gashes on our thighs and still miles to go
But the whispers of a summer
Musty and warm to the soul of a lover
Interlaced in the words of people; we hope for one another,
A fate which was once hoped for ourselves
But life proved to be a living hell
And the wonders that we wondered cost cheaper to sell
Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh
From eons to light years, down to the roots of trees
It's the fault of a father; storytellers to please
Send to the universe and back, ideas of what we could be
Rotations and battles, time passed and shadows
To turn hard and to hallow
Bleed their color onto the whiteness of snow
And we live and we learn from every single blow
The gashes on our thighs and still miles to go
But the whispers of a summer
Musty and warm to the soul of a lover
Interlaced in the words of people; we hope for one another,
A fate which was once hoped for ourselves
But life proved to be a living hell
And the wonders that we wondered cost cheaper to sell
Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh
Friday, November 19, 2010
I love
There are very few movies that I can watch over and over again and still want to watch them even more. This one is definately one of them. I just love it so much!! Maybe it's cuz I wish I was as badass as Katarina, actually it's probably cuz I wish I WAS Katarina. She's fuckin' sweet! Plus Heath Ledger is pretty easy on the eyes in this movie. Not that he wasnt easy on the eyes in other movies, but he's just SUPER hot in this one. (I like him better with brown hair) And not to mention that this movie is hilarious! Well, subtly so. I dunno I'm just a big fan of the late 90's early 2000's teen movies. They are the bomb diggity! (I know you're like "nuh uhh! she did not just say bomb diggity!" but guess what bitch I did)
But anyway, the movie's like a modern version of Shakespeare's play "The Taming of the Shrew" .....
Just an FYI for ya there...
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