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impressions of montreal 2

déc. 4e, 2007 | 11:33 am
mood: contemplativecontemplative

living on the east side

large snow banks
shoveling cars out of large snow banks
highest rate of pet abandonment in canada
young boys delivering 40oz bottles of labat blue to people who live less than 4 mins walking from the depaneur where they are delivered from
mild isolation
french french french

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dedicated to sophie

nov. 18e, 2007 | 10:36 am
location: 2363 rue dorion - montreal of the QC
mood: creativecreative
music: sound of coffee on the stove

a revival she said
Yes! lets, lets have a revival

its sunday - good day for a revival.
i revived my stove-top espresso this morning
and the walk to the depaneur in my poka-doted pjama bottoms was a revival of the good old days when there were neighborhoods and people didn't look so polished and shiny all the time..

i had to buy a new cream because my old cream couldn't be revived

will this revival take on the form of a happening? a random occurrence in time and space that astonishes those who bear witness.
will it be time based, media based, thought based, shit based, tempera based or chicken based?

you decide! cuz i don't actually care!

sorry modern art..
i don't actually care that much..

but you do entertain..
for now..

how about we kick this revival off by inviting everyone over for a spot of tea. RSVP?
on facebook
oh shit..
don't get me started.

did you ever read your horoscope EVERYDAY?
did you ever WANT to read your horoscope every - fricken - day?

its so depressing, totally kills the romantic..
tells you when you should break up with someone, when you should save your money, if you will be healthy or heartbroken..

what ever happened to mystery?
im STILL thinking about the tall blonde grant told me would be my soul mate.. and looking at every man i meet with some kind of weird filter
and wondering what i will do that PHD in that he said i could...

god.. talk about boring!
but its so hard to get out of your head..
like some chocolate your mom told you she is hiding, you keep wondering if its really there..

better not to read your horoscopes,
better not to become addicted to facebook
better to have happenings on sundays in pyjama's with heart dots and coffee from cafe rico
and live in that moment and revive livejournal

and sing and dance
and sit and sleep
and be and be and be....

zoooop.. into the central channel..
shhhh... inner revival... quiet revival..

shhhh shhhh shhhh..

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(pas de sujets)

aoû. 19e, 2007 | 07:14 am
location: florence, italy


The mime I fell in love with in Florence


his money box

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aoû. 8e, 2007 | 07:50 am

    ..... italy
italian rain

... code red meant no water.. meant washing up with one bucket of water for the whole day and one soapy sponge..
flushing half way

its almost 2 in the afternoon

7 people running
hotel splendor

hotel splendor
is running

its a hotel with kadampa's
its a hotel kadampa

... yesssssssss

and i

with my belly full of love....
and a stash of chocolate in my locker which kit calls a wardrobe....

and i begging for fresh fruit cuz there isn't ever any
and violeta.. spanish
speaks english with a british accent


they all watch over lunch as the rain comes down..
watch the drains to make sure it drinks the water from inside the courtyard

watch the statue that was opened today
to ensure the rain doesn't whisk its gold loveliness away..

it would be just her luck..

and i .. going to be late for puja for writing this note
and confusedly content.. even though i hardly get out of a 20 foot radius in (some would argue)
one of the most beautiful parts of the world..

oh the mountains!
oh the prayers...

can u rescue me?

do you dare?
do you dare to rain until all my problems dissapear? or just until i let my hair down from this topknot
to dance with them?

don't be late little one..

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summer advice

juil. 13e, 2007 | 02:07 pm

we learn to respect all living beings no matter how small..
not focusing on others faults
not seeing others as ordinary

on holiday we take a break..
can take a break from finding faults... with our environment, people etc..

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(pas de sujets)

juin. 23e, 2007 | 01:26 pm

hi journal

its been an intense summer.

don't even know where to start..

so just saying hi..

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(pas de sujets)

mai. 2e, 2007 | 09:59 am
mood: okayokay

start having fun by realizing the fun your having now is not fun at all
 - death meditation ... renunciation ... what will matter when i die? facebook or love in my heart? an A in school or inner peace? ...

i am not important
i am not important
i am not important
i am not important
i am not important
i am not important
i am not important

 - mantra to protect ourselves from the demon of self cherishing

in order to love all living beings we need to feel we have been the recipiant of the kindness and love of all living beings..
  - some ways to help us develop that big mind of universal love mmm..

your parents are kind, your neighbor is kind, your enemy is kind.. they have given me love,
kindness now or in the past.. don't focus on the faults
... same as above.. love.. hmmm...

highlights (that i can remember) with Gen Khynrab spring US Kadampa festival 2007

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farewell and hello to a dear friend

avr. 30e, 2007 | 12:47 pm
mood: lovedloved

well journal.. you've watched us fall in love and now you are seeing an end..
an end... and a beginning but for now it is the end that is echoing through my heart and these words..

and he tells me don't think about the end
and i want to follow that advice.. but
if im honest
im just not there yet

i remember standing in the kitchen making pancakes with you,
we were listening to paul simon,
it was joyful
we were dancing

then this part came on
of the song graceland

She comes back to tell me shes gone
As if I didnt know that
As if I didnt know my own bed
As if Id never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said
losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees youre blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow

and he tells me how he listened to that and felt sad..
sad because that was now us

and i stopped making pancakes and cried
i didn't even know what was happening,
and my heart still doesn't

but for sure ive been blown apart..
and i want to transform it and i want to look past the feelings of abandonment..
and try to hold on to the knowledge that i am still loved..

but if im honest..
im just not there yet

one day..
ill be able to look past my own selfish thoughts.. have faith and see it blossom into a new beautiful something..
but even that feels like a stretch when im in the middle of my ignorance and my heart feels like its constantly being split into too many pieces..

but paul simon belives we will all be received in graceland..
so maybe thats where i need to head..

keajra, tenessee.. the graceland where we all will be free..
and hopefully you all will be with me.. lets all go to graceland..

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avr. 12e, 2007 | 11:03 am
mood: sadsad

in Montreal it always rains on the days i am sad.
maybe its a sign when the clouds are in communion with your tears..

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ode to a paper

avr. 2e, 2007 | 01:57 pm
mood: nerdynerdy

i am supposed to be writing a paper on this poem compare and contrasting with mary shelly's frankenstein.. 
i love the poem but am going through all that paper anxiety.. the coffee probably isn't helping te he.. :)

My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun --
In Corners -- till a Day
The Owner passed -- identified --
And carried Me away --
And now We roam in Sovereign Woods --
And now We hunt the Doe --
And every time I speak for Him --
The Mountains straight reply --
 And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow --
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through --
And when at Night -- Our good Day done --
I guard My Master's Head --
'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's
Deep Pillow -- to have shared --
To foe of His -- I'm deadly foe --
None stir the second time --
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye --
Or an emphatic Thumb --
Though I than He -- may longer live
He longer must -- than I --
For I have but the power to kill,
Without -- the power to die --


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