#06.02.2017

[rei-the-head-shaker]

[06.02.2017]

My plackard! ❤

[world-of-wales]

The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge attended the Guild of Health Writers Conference on the theme  ‘The Anxiety Epidemic' at Chandos House in London on 6 February 2017.

[todaysromano]

06.02.2017

Today, Romano sat in a position for an extended period of time, and both his legs fell asleep.

[itwasjustmisplaced]

A week in the life: Goodbye Edition - Carly Hope May 29, 2017 to June 2, 2017

[famousornotbuthot]

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[hosgeldinhuzun]

[skyovereuropeldkde]

06.02.2017 at 5:45 pm Click Photo to see full Size Thank you for visit my Blog ☢ ☠ ☢ 💉Skygazer 💨💨 ✈✈

[zaruret]

sen orada gülüyorsun burada benim dünyam dönüyor. sabahın ilk saatlerinde görmeyi düşlediğimsin, gecenin ilk saatlerinde öpmeyi. yüzüne bir dokunsam huzur bulacağım gibi geliyor, dizime yatsan da saçlarınla oynasam, yüzünle oynasam, yüzünü ezberlesem diyorum. gülmelere doyma istiyorum, yanında durayım öylece seni izleyeyim, ellerin üşüsün de seninkinden daha soğuk ellerimle ısıtmaya çalışayım istiyorum. yanında yürürken bir bakıyorum yol bitiyor, bir bakıyorum kilometreler milimetre olmuş, saatler salise. zihnime kazındın, zihnim sen dolu, her bir yaprağa dokunarak gezmekteyim bir çiçek bahçesinde.

[marierosaurus]

Now I offically hate mondays. I was quite fine with them till we got our new schedule. I stand up at 7 am only to return home at 8:35 am and have free time till 12:20 pm. Then I have to leave till 3:25 pm. Thanks for nothing. After school I was bored af because nothing exiting is happening anywhere. even youtube is boring and idk why but The Royals had he best idea of the year and makes a break for one week. Why? One week doesn’t even make sense. Is it because it’s the queens anniversary on the throne today? But as far as I know there is not much for the media to report because it’s going to be private…

Originally I wanted to watch a movie this evening but I got so focused on writing the diary and maybe I’m going to write something on my sherlock ff afterwards… I’m not even sure which movie I should watch. Here is my movie list (advices from my not-existent readers please): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLgWeAX1wO5SjCnPl1WQlaz3IwIbTRakz- Maybe I’m going to watch one tomorrow. New movie ideas are also welcome.

[aprincesadegales]

Visita à escola Mitchell Brook Primary School para participar do evento Big Assembly da Place2Be, instituição de caridade da qual Kate é patrona. O evento marcou o início da Semana da Saúde Mental Infantil de 2017 | 06.02.2017

[world-of-wales]

The Duchess of Cambridge arriving for her visit to the  Mitchell Brook Primary School in north London along with Prince William for the launch of the Children’s Mental Health Week on 6 February 2017.

[bllacksn-blog]

КРЫМСКИЙ БАНДЕРОВЕЦ: Новости Крымнаша. Выпуск #812 за 06.02.2017 «Крымчане — лучшие могильщики россии»

КРЫМСКИЙ БАНДЕРОВЕЦ: Новости Крымнаша. Выпуск #812 за 06.02.2017 «Крымчане — лучшие могильщики россии»

1.      Отрицательный рост — это тоже рост: в 2017 году оккупанты существенно урезали бюджеты крымских городов — денег не хватит даже на насущные потребности. И это на фоне бравурных отчетов Гоблина об “устойчивом экономическом росте” и обещаний Константинова “развалить бандеровскую Украину успехами Крыма”. Например, бюджеты Керчи, Феодосии и Евпатории сократили в 3 раза, Армянска и Яны-Капу…

[thelongquadisciple]

Random Video Game OST for February 6th 2017.

[rueur]

Morning Pages #27 (06.02.2017)

Monday 6th February - 11:26 a.m.

I’m home, in Mill Park now. I had to pack it all up pretty quickly. I woke up at a little past 8 a.m. and then fed the fish and the cats, vacuumed the bedroom and the bathroom, then had a shower, then vacuumed the living room and the kitchen. I took out the rubbish and replaced the newspapers and the water bowls. I pulled all of my hair out of the shower drain! My dad came and picked me up, and I ate my breakfast (a hot cross bun) on the way home in the car. I feel a little anxious because I left Emily’s keys under Scott’s mat, like last time. Except last time, Scott was only gone for a half hour and he knew the keys were going to be there when he got back so he could pick them up really quickly. This time around I’m not sure if he’ll know that the keys have been left under his mat before Emily comes home at around 3 o’clock this afternoon. I had to tell Emily that I left her keys under Scott’s mat though. Hopefully this doesn’t make her mad. I feel like it was a little irresponsible, but hopefully she’s mostly fine with it. Her building is full of lovely people. I don’t see any of them doing anything shifty with her keys. In fact, I’m not too worried about them getting stolen at all. I’m more worried about her being mad that I left them under someone’s mat.

Anyway, I’m glad to be home! Except I’m still really hungry, I’m going to eat something else after I finish these pages. I do love the Northcote area, and living there was CRAZY convenient, but I was missing all my things. And I’m excited to start preparing for the new semester. My timetable has been sorted out now and it’s just beginning to feel like a new year, finally. I will be twenty years old in twenty-one days and I am a little nervous about it. My teenage years are drawing to a close. Right after the final performance of ‘We Are Their Children’, Tarsh - an old member of the theatre group who came to see us on closing night - told me that my face had really opened up and I seemed a lot more confident in myself. ‘You’ve really turned into a woman’. That’s what she said to me. The last time she saw me was two years ago, when I was eighteen. I had just shaved my head for the World’s Greatest Shave but right before she left, I still had my very long hair. During my school years, my hair fell all the way down to the end of my spinal cord. It was incredibly thick and wavy and long, and it essentially defined who I was not only to myself, but to a lot of people. ‘Ruwanthi’ was that girl hiding behind all of that impossibly long hair. ‘Rue’ is most definitely a lot more open with the world, a lot more sure of herself. Tarsh saying that to me - and Kat agreeing with her - on the 27th of January, exactly a month before my birthday, was a big deal for me. It made me feel like I was actually ready to be twenty. I do feel like I’ve grown a lot over these last two years after high school, and now that we’re heading into my third year as an ‘adult’, and the end of my second decade of life, I finally think I’m ready to own being a twenty-something. Moreso, after ending things with Ikaros, I also feel like I’m done taking bullshit anymore for the sake of sparing other people’s feelings. He said to me that he still wants to spend time with me even though he agreed we don’t work well as a couple. And of course, I still want to spend time with him too. In fact, I wouldn’t be lying if I said part of me still wishes we could’ve worked well as a couple too. But we don’t. And we deserve to be with people who are actually good for us. I told him that last night. I called him. He had been texting me all day yesterday; photos of Ronny’s house and all of Ronny’s pets. He had spent Saturday afternoon till Sunday night at Ronny’s. I had been writing all day yesterday. It was actually a really productive day for me! I actually wrote a slam poem, using a piece I’d written a couple of years ago this one time where I had experienced some major culture-influenced gender inequality during a particularly heated discussion with my parents. The original piece was titled ‘Brown girl in the mud’, and I retained that name for my slam poem too, because it was still pretty fitting to the parts of the piece that I played around with to turn it into a spoken word piece rather than a strictly prose piece.

Evan texted me last night, asking me if I had written my three daily pages. I told him about that on our date on Saturday night. I told him I had, and I also told him I’d finished a spoken word piece. He said he wanted to hear it. We sent texts to each other for a while, back and forth, talking about our day and everything. He told me to listen to Ed Sheeran’s new stuff, namely to watch the music video for ‘Castle on the Hill’. So I did, and I also watched the music video for ‘Shape of You’. Aside from some of its more explicit lyrics, ‘Shape of You’ was my favourite, but I let him know that ‘Castle on the Hill’ reminded me a lot of ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’. He said that he loved that movie. He also told me on Saturday night that he loved ‘500 Days of Summer’! I just have an endlessly good feeling about this guy. I don’t know. I’ve been idealistic before, but I don’t even think this is me being idealistic. I feel a genuine connection here. It might just be because we do have so much in common, so many mutual interests, and that might be the extent of it too. We might not be suited to each other romantically, but I’m not too fussed about where this will lead. I just kind of want to keep talking to him and seeing him and kissing him. I want to dance with him again too, I really do. Do you know how rare it is to find somebody you can actually spend that much time dancing with and not be aware that that much time had actually passed?! Every other dance partner I’ve had has been absolutely shit in comparison.

I need to stop talking about him though. I mean, I have very much enjoyed talking about him and talking to him and all that. I also let Dan know how the second date went because he’s been quite invested in this story, ever since he bailed on me when I wanted to go to Laundry with him! Malith also texted me on Friday asking if we were going out this weekend. It’s funny that he keeps texting me the day before to see if I’ve organised it rather than just coming out with me spontaneously. It’s just that Saturdays are DnD nights or some other thing at Dion’s and Malith always goes with the most thought-out plan so that he is guaranteed a good weekend. Because a night out might easily turn to shit, but a night sitting around some guy’s dinner table playing Dungeons and Dragons with six other guys is a sure-fire recipe for a good time.

It’s 12 past 12 now and Emily messaged me back at noon so hopefully Scott’s picked up her keys now. I really don’t want to finish these pages, I’m just filled with this sense of relief and of closure right now that I just want to spend the rest of this day getting my room and my sense of place finally back in order. Although I spent most of last week home here, I still feel like this is the first time I’ve been properly back in Mill Park for a while. It’s a nice day for settling in too. It’s cold and rainy out, a top of seventeen degrees, I think. There was a gentle storm in the dead hours of the night, and on Sunday evening there was a thunderous monster storm. Nothing flooded this time round, I mean it only rained really heavily on and off from about 8 p.m. till maybe 9. There wasn’t enough continuous rain to do any real damage, but because it was on and off within a very brief period of time, it made it feel continuous anyway. I think next week will reach a top of thirty-one degrees, between Wednesday and Thursday. It seems like summer’s going to be on its way out soon then. With any luck, our last recorded weather extreme for this summer will have been last Saturday, Saturday the 4th. It was thirty-seven degrees for most of the afternoon.

Autumn in Melbourne is synonymous with semester one at the University of Melbourne for me now. I have so many memories of walking around the city in my red raincoat between classes, skipping around puddles in my big, brown boots, and tucking my chin into jackets that have been zipped all the way up. Checking and rechecking my backpack to make sure the rain hasn’t touched my books, and feeling proud of myself for wiping my sopping shoes onto any available matting before walking into buildings and into their manmade warmth. The train stations were always the most precarious places to be during that signature Melbourne rainfall. The floors were shiny with the wet that people had brought in, as they naturally rushed about trying to get wherever they needed to be, whenever they needed to be there. I’ve fallen a handful of times in train stations and have now simply accepted that it’s always bound to happen. It’s a natural place to fall over and thus, people will not make a spectacle of you.

I told Evan about the scar that I have on my knee from falling up an escalator. We spoke briefly about walking up down escalators, and down up escalators when we were kids, and shared our thoughts about how it’s really been so long since we’d last done anything like that. It honestly has been so long. The time just escapes you. I feel like as you grow older, life piles on more and more layers of distractions and you spend all your days sorting through these layers. The mere act of trying to fix this never-ending mess becomes what society believes to be living. Adulthood is just a mass of errands, one blurring into the next so that there’s always something for you to do, until you’re too tired to do anything much anymore and then you realise just how old you’ve become, how many years has passed. That’s why people keep saying life is too short. I feel like people just pacify themselves for decades. I might be at the beginning of my own pacifying. I feel the need to nip it in the bud now. I’m just not sure how, or even if I can. I just don’t want to ever feel like I never had enough time.

[der-kleine-stern-in-tansani-blog]

Skorpioooon

Ich glaub ich dreh bald durch. Es ist gerade 20 vor 1 bei mir. Mitten in der Nacht. Komm gerade zurück vom Badezimmer... hab Skorpion Nummer fünf in meinem Haus ermordert. Ich meine insgesamt habe ich bereits schon einige mehr getötet, aber alleine in meiner Wohnung fünf?! Ich hab dazu meine lieben Vorgänger befragt, wie sie das gemacht haben mit den Skorpionen. Die hatten alle entweder einen oder zwei mal insgesamt gehabt. Bin jedenfalls sehr genervt!! Sterben werd ich nicht wenn sie mich stechen, aber es tut anscheinend sehr sehr weh und im schlimmsten Fall bist du ein paar Tage gelähmt. Super Aussichten oder was sagt ihr? Der einzige Grund, weshalb mir Tansania suspekt ist, ist das es hier viel zu viele giftige, ekelige Tiere gibt. Die man zwar meistens nicht sieht, aber wenn doch dann ist es, naja, blöd. Liebe Grüße von Esther der Skorpionjägerin, die wirklich in Rente gehen möchte...

[cizmeliadam]

Bir çiçek gördüm, al al açmış yapraklarını. Masumluğunu anlatmaya çalışmak aptallıktan öte değil. Beton kaldırımın en olmayacak yerinden, hayret edilircesine, yanardağda volkan patlar ya, öyle yakıp, yıkıp çıkmış. Biraz gidişin, biraz gülüşün gibi. Muhtemelen burada gülmüş dedim. Çünkü gittiğin yer ora değildi. Gökyüzüne baktım, kara bulutlar yine tepemde. Ömrüm törpüleniyor hala. Sakinim... Oturdum kaldırıma, yanımda hayalin. Sustum. Sustum, çünkü konuştuğumda da yoktun. Suskunlukta en azından azap veriyordun, var sanmaktaydı seni bu beden. Susulabilecek ne varsa sustum. Susuştuk, bakıştık. Bir süre tartıştık hararetli bir şekilde. Gerçi ben pek karşılık vermedim yine, gözlerine baktım. Kaldırım dinliyordu da, biz hiç konuşmuyorduk tartışırken. Gökyüzüne baktım bir ara, kara bulutlar sabit. Dadandılar. Törpüleniyor ömrüm. Sakinim... Çiçek solmaya yüz tutmaktaydı, çünkü gülmüyordun. Gül artık dedim. Gülmedin. Hayalini kurmasam, çiçek solmazdıda, Ben hayalini gönderemedim. Git artık dedim. Gitmedin. Belkide içten bir git diyemedim. Yumuşak yüzlülüğüm üstümde yine. Hani, sen gelsen, hayalin gidecekti ama, Ben seni getiremedim. Gel artık dedim, Gelmedin... Kaldırdım başımı gök yüzüne, Gök yüzümde. Sakinim... Sakinliğim, sadece fırtına öncesinde...