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moana

:: 2005 20 July :: 11.45pm
:: Mood: cliffie
:: Music: The Killers - All These Things That I've Done

Yup, it's official.

I'm addicted to Bleach.

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moana

:: 2005 14 July :: 12.50am

There are times when I want nothing more than to skip across the globe, giving out flowers and kisses, embracing every sad stranger and singing to every lonely friend.

This isn't one of those times.

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moana

:: 2005 7 July :: 10.42pm
:: Music: Joe Strummer & the Mescaleros - Mondo Bongo

ne andy, recognise this?
I was patrolling a Pachinko
Nude noodle model parlor in the Nefarious zone
Hanging out with insects under ducting
The C.I.A was on the phone
Well, such is life

Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair, oh

Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair

Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair

For the Zapatistas I'll rob my sisters
Of all the curtain and lace

Down at the bauxite mine
You get your own uniform
Have lunchtimes off
Take a monorail to your home

Checkmate, baby
God bless us and our home
Where ever we roam
Now take us home, flaquito

Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair

note: sorry, it wasn't *mummble mummble mummble* SEX. it was something about "intersect".

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amazighstarrynights

:: 2005 5 July :: 6.20pm

I've been wanting to post these things for awhile.

Mandi: Tell me something about the romantic life you want to live with me.
Youssef: Amera, Romance isn't something you say, it's something you do. Wait and you will see.
M: But I want to hear about it now.
Y: You want me to tell you how I want to walk in the streets of Venice holding your hand? And that I want to buy you a rose and give it to you on my knees, and kiss your hand? You want to know that I want to stand in a lot of people and tell them as loud as I can "I LOVE AMERA!!!!" Is that what you want to know about?
M: Yes. Thank you it is.
Y: I want to do a lot more than that.....

Y: You know that when I see you, it's like a painkiller. I hurt all day when you're away and as soon as I see you again it goes away

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amazighstarrynights

:: 2005 5 July :: 6.05pm
:: Music: Enya/ Enigma - Return to Innocence

I'm here I swear!
So for anyone who may have thought that I've fallen off the face of the earth - I haven't. I've been pretty busy lately taking classes everyday and working 20 some hours a week. It's enough let's just say that. Well awhile ago I wrote about writing my final papers for this past semester and learning more about Islam. Well it's been quite a learning experience. I've found that the most difficult thing for me has been seperating what I'm reading and what Youssef has been telling me with what I've been "brainwashed" to believe forever. And questioning which is right? What do I, Amanda Ponzio, believe to be true? What makes sense? Is there one way that's right?? One day last week I was reading about Islam and there was a thunderstorm - I hate storms. So I couldn't sleep so I just kept reading and highlighting things that were interesting to me. I was getting pretty freaked out about the storm and I suddenly felt this really calm feeling, that I didn't need to be worried about what was happening outside. What that means I am not totally sure but I made the decision to convert to Islam. *BIG sigh* I am going to do it when I'm in Morocco. What I have read I like, but I feel this huge void because I don't know Arabic, I don't know how to pray, etc. etc. but I will learn. I really like the ritual that goes with it, and the connectedness - not like in Christianity where there is always an intermediary. Another thing that I'm doing when I'm there is that Youssef and I are going to have an Islamic wedding. We can't get married legally yet because we won't get his visa if we do. But we want to get married in our eyes and in the eyes of God. The paper means nothing to me really, I just want to be his wife. I want to make that commitment to each other and mean it. 29 more days until we leave - I just keep thinking of the 41 days we'll get to spend together and know that it's just days. Everything will be ok. Inshallah.

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moana

:: 2005 5 July :: 11.44pm
:: Music: The Bees - Chicken Payback

Bitch.

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moana

:: 2005 1 July :: 5.21am

I hate hospitals during the hours of dawn. They make my mother cry with their needles.

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moana

:: 2005 20 June :: 12.02am
:: Music: King of Queens is on TV

Stupid woman at the salon burn my face off with her stupid wax. Right after I warned her to be careful, the woman that did it for me last time burnt my lip, and that was my prom night.

And the stuff that's supposed to keep the skin from scarring permanently smells like crushed nuts.

I'm too sore to even smile about it.

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moana

:: 2005 17 June :: 10.28pm
:: Music: Deftones - Minus Blindfold

The son of a bitch hit me first!

We're driving down a backstreet, doing about 20 because some jerk off in a white Pajero is being indecisive. So my dad passes him from the left only to see this jack ass in a Discovery come out of the intersection right in front of us. My dad is honking, he is flashing his headlights, and the dude in the jeep is just looking at him with this bored expression on his face and the next thing you know, WHAM! We run right into him because the idiot thinks he's too good to stop and wait for us to pass and decides to throw himself out in front of us. My dad gets out of the car so fast, he doesn't even pur the car on park before he does. He is yelling, and the dude is still sitting in his car, with the door open, his legs crossed, talking to my dad as if he was talking to a small child having a temper tantrum. He didn't start paying attention until my dad punched his door in and he didn't start apologizing until after the police came by and slapped the shit out of him.

I guess I know now where I got the other half of my temper from.

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nugenta3

:: 2005 14 June :: 4.24pm

about as creative as 'the dave matthews band'
#41
Come and see
I swear by now I'm playing time
I against my troubles
I'm coming slow but speeding
Do you wish a dance and while I'm
in the front
the play on time is won
but the difficulty is coming here

I will go in this way
And find my own way out
I wont tell you to stay
But I'm coming to much more
Me
All at once the ghosts come back
Reeling in you now
What if they came down crushing
Remember when I used to play for
all of the loneliness that nobody
notice now
I'm begging slow I'm coming here
Only waiting I wanted to stay
I wanted to play
I wanted to love you

I'm only this far
And only tomorrow leads my way

I'm coming waltzing back and moving into your head
Please, I wouldn't pass this by
I would take any more than
What sort of man goes by
I will bring water
Why wont you ever be glad
It melts into wonder
I came in praying for you
why wont you run
in the rain and play
let the tears splash all over you

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moana

:: 2005 14 June :: 4.06pm

Micheal Jackson: Not Guilty on all counts.

Justice prevails!

*moonwalks in celebration*

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moana

:: 2005 10 June :: 7.02pm
:: Music: Drain STH - Mirror's Eyes

Where do we go? I don't know.

I had a dream I watched the sun from a clock tower until it was completely set. I had a guitar in my lap and I kept singing this song over and over again. Not even, just one line.

"Now I'm searching to be found."

When the sun finally went down, I got up, threw my guitar from the tower and walked down the stairs.

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