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Saturday, 28 April 2007

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    9
    By Damien Rice
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    Dogs

    And the dogs they run
    And the dogs they
    And the dogs they run
    In the good good morning sun
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    Side of a little hill
    Litter little brother spills
    Side of a little hill

    Oh and she's always dressed in white
    She's like an angel, man
    She burns my eyes
    Oh and she turns
    She pulls a smile
    We drive her round
    And she drives us wild
    Oh and she moves like a little girl
    I become a child, man
    She moves my world
    And she gets splashed in rain
    And turns away
    and leaves me standing

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    Gracies b day at.. han gang river^^

Saturday, 21 April 2007

  • life...

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    friends...

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    (this palce was a really expensive place..)

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    sunset

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    dawn..

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    black tetra is.. one of hte school bands^^

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    노완이 생일..

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    Didn't come out well.. but this was freshman welcoming at a live bar.. (thats where bands come and play)^^ there was a band that played too^^ but no pics..

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    this is actually people watching a soccer game:)

    Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight...

    Proverbs 3:5-6

    this verse has been very helpful to me especially this week...

     

     

     

Tuesday, 20 February 2007

  • My Stranger

    ...
    .
    ...
    hello stranger
    its nice to talk to someone again
    you'd forgive me won't you
    for forgetting my place
    and losing my senses
    i'm sorry
    but being alone
    in a world full of strangers
    i held your hand
    and took you on a wild goose chase
    and told you my deepest secrets
    life's an instance-
    i'm glad to have had the pleasure
    to offend you
    just once
    life you know
    is not as serious as you might think
    and fame
    not as impressive as you might dream
    hello stranger
    be you a star or a begger
    it was my pleasure to meet you
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Monday, 29 January 2007

  • Brothers Karamazov

    These are quotes I found interesting while reading this. The four brothers are Ivan, Dimitri, Alyosha and Smerdyakov. All the characters are abit insane. Dostoyevsky seems to try to explain why people act the way they do, what drives them and how they justify themselves. I would not recommend the book was it not for the character Alyosha. he's very unique and so different from all the characters in Dostoyevsky's books. otherwise it is a bit dark. but now i understnad more about Russians and their pride.

    Faith does not , in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from the faith.

    "Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others." Father Zossima to Karamazov

    "A man may know that nobody has insulted him, but that he has invented the insult himslef, has lied and exaggerated to make it picturesque, has caught at a word and made a mountain out of a molehill- he knows that himself, yet he will be the first to take offense..." Father Zossima to Karamazov

    "Love in dreams is greedy for immediate action, rapidly performed and in the sight of all." Father Zossima

    "Do you know, I wonder at you, Alyosha, how you can have kept your purity. You're a Karamazov too, you know! In your family sensuality is carried to a disease." Rakitin

    In his fervent prayer he [Alyohsa] did not beseech God to lighten his darkness. He only thirsted for the joyous emotion, which always visited his soul after the praise and adoration, of which his evening prayer usually consisted.

    I intend living as long as possible... and the longer I live, the more I shall need it... as I get older, you know, I won't be a pretty object. The wenches won't come to me of their own accord, so I will need my money. So I am saivng up more and more, simply for myself, my dear son." Fyodor Karamazov to Alyosha

    "But are you really so sensitive? At your age...!"
    "You thought so? ... That was just when I thought you had contempt for me for being in such a hurry to show off. FOr a moment I hated you for it and began talking like a fool. Then I thought- when I said that if there were no GOd He would have to be invented, that I was in too great a hurry to display my knowledge... But I am convinced now that you odn't despise me; it was all my imagination... I sometimes think all sorts of things; that everyone is laughing at me, the whole world." Koyla and Alyosha

    "I've only just been thinking for the thirtieth time what a good thing it is I refused you and won't be your wife. You are not fit to be a husband. If I were to marry you and give you a note to take to the man I loved, You'd take it and be sure to give it to him and bring an answer back, too. If you were forty, you would still go on delivering my love letters for me." Lise to Alyosha

    "I wanted to tell you of a longing I have. I would like someone to torture me, marry me and then torture me, decieve me and go away. I don't want to be happy." Lise to Alyosha

    "It's wonderful, Alyosha, this science! A new man's arising- That I understand... And yet I am sorry to lose God!" Dimitri

    "God preserve you, Alyosha, from ever asking forgivness from a woman you love... But try acknowledging you are at fault to a woman. Say, "I'm sorry, forgive me." and a shower of reproaches will follow! Nothing will make her forgive you simply and directly. She'll humble you to the dust, bring forward things that have never happened, recall everything, forget nothing, add something of her own and only then forgive you." Dimitri

    "And who's got the better for it? Only those who have no consience, for how can they be tortured by conscience when they have none? But decent people who have conscience and a sense of honor suffer." 'Devil' to Ivan

    "You are really angry with me for not having appeared to you in a red glow, with thunder and lightning, with scorched wings, but to have shown myself in such a modest form... How could such a vulgar devil visit such a great man as you! " TO Ivan

    "that we only need to destroy the idea of God in man... As soon as men have all denied God.. the old morality and everything will begin anew. Men will unite to take from life all it can give, but only for joy and happiness in the present world. Man will be lifted up iwth a spirit of divine Titanic pride and the man-god will appear... Man will feel such lofty joy from hour to hour that it will make up for all his old dreams of the joys of heaven." 'Devil' to Ivan

    "Everyone will will know that he is a mortal and will acceot death proudly and serenely like a god."

    "I found in him, on the contrary, extreme mistrustfulness concealed under a mask of naivete, and an intelligenve of considerable range... I left him witht he conviction that he was a distinctly spiteful creature, excessively ambitious, vindictive and intensely evnious." of Smerdyakov 

    "Certainly, love it[life], regardless of logic as you say. It must be regardless of logic. It's only then one can understand the meaning of it." Alyosha to Ivan

    "A man often laughs at what is good and kind. Thats only from thoughtlessness. But I assure you, boys, that as he laughs he will say at once in his heart: ' No I do wrong to laugh, for thats not a thing to laught at.' Alyosha to Koyla and boys

    "People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some good sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education." Alyosha to Koyla and boys

Tuesday, 19 December 2006

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    Dusk and Summer
    By Dashboard Confessional
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    Home

    Dear everyone,

    I'm finally home in Turkey. The sun still rises and sets here, the roads are still grimy and the lights at the crossroads still don't work at the street behind out apartment. I can still see the grey smog over the huge valley called Ankara in the morning and in the evening. Sunday morning, people still move slowly and dark skinned men sit in groups haunched in Kizilay talking to each other. When I open the window in the morning for fresh air, the stinging pollution from car exhaust and fuel burnt for warmth greets me and I scruch up my nose and withdraw. All my paintings hang on the walls or are set on the floor all along the living room wall, down the hallway and in the bed rooms. They have a familiarity abot them yet now each seems so incomplete and immature. I guess at that time, I can never see my own errors.

    I went to Joy's school to help the fifth graders with their Christmas play. There were so many familar faces to hug and ask how they were doing and so many new faces. The fifth graders were great. I can say that i would do anything to go back to elementary school but I don't think I really mean it. I think elementary school will be a permanent fairy tale in our heads that we can only sigh with a dreadful longing in our hearts and a sad sort of smile on our faces. At least that is what I do when I walk throught the park where i used to play as a child.

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