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Love, thy will be done,
I can no longer hide, I can no longer run
No longer can I resist the guiding light
It gives me the power to keep up the fight
Love, thy will be done,
Since I have found you my life has just begun
And I see all of your creations as one perfect complex
No one less beautiful or more special than the next
We are all blessed and so wise to accept
Thy will love, be done.

Love, thy will be mine,
And make me strive for the glorious and divine
I could not be more, more satisfied
Even when there’s no peace outside my window
There’s peace inside
And that’s why I no longer run
Love, thy will be done.

No longer can I resist the guiding light
The light that gives me the power to keep up the fight
I couldn’t be more satisfied
Even when there’s no peace outside my window
There’s peace inside
And that’s why I can not longer run
Love, thy will be done.

- Martika

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Name: Lolla
Birthday: January 14
Current Location: Attic.
Eye Color: Dark brown.
Hair Color: black (natural medium brown.)
Height: 5’7 (1,72m)
Single or Taken: Taken. <3
Do You Smoke: I would like to. I like smoking, but really I don’t. Haha.
Do You Shower Daily? Whenever possible.
Hug or Kiss? Depends on who I’m with, naturally.
Soup, Salad or French Fries? FRIES. The other too could cease to exist, I wouldn’t even notice.
Do you believe in God? I don’t think so.
Country Born in: Brazil.
Shoe size: 6 in the UK, 38 in Brazil, 40 in Europe.
Innie or Outie: Innie, but would like to be more outie.
Righty or Lefty: Righty.
Where do you work? At home (not cleaning, though).
Do you own a cell phone? Yes, the same one since 2005. I like it a lot, but would love one with Wi-Fi.
Do you like to text? Yes, because I don’t always like to talk on the phone.
Play an instrument? Sort of.
Have any tattoos? Yes, too. A text one and a cliché one (moon+ star). Wish I could make more, but the Boy wouldn’t like it.

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i wish i had the credits for these pictures.

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bought this Yankee scented candle called "Christmas Cookie". the smell alone is enough to make a nun rob a bakery armed with a shotgun.


went to see 2012 on the weekend. really enjoyed it, it's not really pretentious and easy to follow. there are some small incongruities and mistakes, but nothing that spoiled my experience. popcorn cinema at its best.

besides, the end of the world is always a reassuringly pleasant thing to watch (from a comfortable distance, with telephoto lenses). the best dream i've ever had was the one when the whole world fell apart around me, while i watched from the top of a very, very high mountain. i knew i was going to die in the end, but not even this devastating certainty was enough to overshadow my joy. what does that say about me? i don't even want to get into that.

the only problem was the fact that New Moon, on the next door screen, ended more or less at the same time. picture the corridors + a toilet queue populated by dozens of screaming teenage girls talking nothing else apart Rob Pat, then picture yourself having to endure said queue for over 20 minutes just to empty your damn bladder. the stupid thing is, the way back home from Cineworld takes LESS than 20 minutes, so I could have just evacuated the area and avoided the whole thing. maybe my little brain had been shackled by the end-of-the-world-in-3D experience and was unable to think straight. maybe i really like public toilets. maybe i was expecting for some New Moon spoilers (ok, unlikely).

but anyway, the situation made me want to see the 2012 prophecies fulfilled, right there and then.

here are a few awesome things, inspired from these 1000 awesome things, i guess.

and here, a few of those 1000 things I couldn't possibly agree more (nods emphatically):

- the moment after you wake up from a nightmare and suddenly realize it was all just a dream.
- coming back to your own bed after a long trip.
- hilarious last minute Halloween costumes.
- picking all the dried ketchup or mustard off the lid so you get a nice, clean squirt.
- when batteries are included.
- the first couple hours of the roadtrip.
- peeling that thin plastic film off new electronics.
- when your roommate goes away for the weekend.
- reuniting a sock from the Sock Orphanage Drawer with its freshly washed, once lost brother or sister.
- sneaking cheaper candy into the movie theater.
- when the person scratching your back finds that one really itchy spot.
- listening to your new favorite song over and over again.
- the moment at a concert when the crowd figures out what song they’re playing.
- wearing what you just bought out of the store.
- the final seconds of untangling a really big knot.
- the smell of Play-Doh.
- laughing so hard you make no sound at all.
- when the public toilet seat is clean.
- when you arrive at the bus stop just as the bus is coming around the corner.
- getting the booth side of a restaurant table.

ohhhh, enough or I could waste my whole afternoon here.

also, her drawings. The Cute.

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10 things you want for Christmas:
a plane ticket to tokyo
a beagle puppy
a bottle of perfume (Joy, by Jean Patou)
this camera
a new mobile phone
a maple tree
a 2010 diary that’s really, really cool
audrey hepburn poster for my bedroom
a PS1 suede bag (dream on, sister)
you

9 musicians/bands you love:
madonna
joy division
pink floyd
led zeppelin
tori amos
smiths
r.e.m
the cure
nina simone

8 things you do everyday:
try not to eat too much
sleep too much, when possible
regret
ignore people on social network websites
am ignored by them
sing (and listen to music)
write
reminisce

7 things you enjoy:
books
music
cranberry, orange and mango tea
my super especial broccoli + cream pasta
the misfortune of others
rain on my skin
looking at you

6 things that will always win your heart:
inteligence
a sincere laughter
wit
honesty
expressive eyes
your voice

5 favourites: (absolutely random)
Movie: pan’s labirynth
Song: please, please, please, let me get what i want, smiths
Book: the summer of katya, trevanian
Food: rice + beans
Season: autumn

4 smells you enjoy:
green apple (artificial)
freshly baked bread
rain
amarige, by givenchy

3 places you want to go:
greece
northern italy
japan

2 Favorite Holidays
christmas
halloween

1 person you’d marry on the spot:
marlon brando. guess i’m late.

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...the antitussive medication is making me drowsy.
...the rain has stopped and the sun came out. i need to plant my daffodil bulbs, but it's still too windy.
...we're going to have a hearty winter soup for dinner, with root vegetables, rice and meat.
...excess information can be overwhelming.

currently, one of my most prized possessions is a London tube map from march this year. i have realized the new map doesn't show the tube zones anymore, and got rid of the (very helpful) thick blue line that represents the Thames. i shall treasure the last good map forever.

came accross some very sweet pictures from 80s Barbie Magazine on the internet today.
love the clothes, hairdos, colours and barbie's innocent stories on how a girl could achieve everything she wanted... maybe as long as she was tall, blonde and pretty?


i was taken back to summer holidays afternoons, when playing in the pool with my barbies pretending they were holidaying in the caribbean, felt better than being there myself.

i desperately wanted those days back.

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The problem with list-making is that the list says more about the list-maker than anything else. This makes sense - it’s my interpretation of the decade after all. The reason why this is problematic is that we’ve been riding a streak of big fat gothy fatalism: the vicious cycle of “Love Will Tear Us Apart”, the middle-class autopilot of “Once in a Lifetime”, the bolts from above of “Temptation” and the desperate deal with God of “Running Up That Hill”. At this point, a reader might understandably assume that I’m a stunted teenage mopester, and then there’s this song: the biggest, fattest, most fatalist anthem by the decade’s most frustrated romantic.

But there’s no fighting this song. It’s the spiritual successor to “This Charming Man”. Morrissey’s anxiety of meeting the charming man in his charming car have given way to desperate escapism, and the dopey self-doubt of “I would go out tonight” is now “take me out tonight”. Notwithstanding the song’s second-person addresses, “take me out” is a pretty passive attitude, and Moz wants to see lights and life. Perhaps the numbness is a pretense - it’s not the stimulus but the passenger-seat company that enlivens Morrissey. Marr’s lush, orchestral backdrop is appropriately cinematic for the passing cars and the fading candle of the coda, but Morrissey’s nuanced performance is central. For all the dread Moz has for home or anywhere outside the car, there’s a ringing trepidation to each “take me out tonight” that betrays his excited declarations about the pleasure and the privilege of a traffic fatality.

I suppose the bottom line is that he’s just young and nervous and angsty and kind of stupid and proudly idealistic, but how many times have we attentively listened to the ending, waiting for the precise second when “there is a light and it never goes out” ceases to be audible, gasping to ourselves as the light finally extinguishes? Okay, so maybe I am a stunted teenager, but it’s awfully hard to escape the sentiments after hearing something as poignant and righteously emo as “There Is A Light That Never Goes Out”.

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I know I do. ;)

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Because few things make a girl look cuter than holding a vintage camera.

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"I say I’m in love with her. What does that mean?
It means I review my future and my past in the light of this feeling. It is as though I wrote in a foreign language that I am suddenly able to read. Wordlessly, she explains me to myself. Like genius, she is ignorant of what she does."

- Jeanette Winterson, The Passion

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went to the movies to see "up". it was really amazing (especially karl + ellie story and the dogs), but that annoying fat kid could have been eaten by the dobermann, for all i care. the more i get in touch with children (even cartoon-y ones), the more i love dogs.

had a bucket of pop corn by myself; it was good and made up for the fact i had to drink another bucket of post-mix diet coke.

went to hamptonne's cider festival:


bought small winter pansies at saint peter's garden centre. and also a twig wreath to hang at the summerhouse porch.

had lunch @ ingallil's, a lovely swedish restaurant we found at Gorey bay on sunday.

had coconut cake in the afternoon.

watched jenson button win this year's F1 championship in my home land. meh.

ate lovely jersey's blue cheese + black butter, all bought at hamptonne:


watched "ask the dust" (it's a very different story than the one in the book, but i kind of liked it. colin farrell was ridiculously cute and gave a great performance; so did salma hayek) and "transamerica". (felicity huffman kicks some serious arse).

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for the time being, you can find me here. :)

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Things I want from Toast this winter:


Lovely stuff as usual, great for layering, but if I managed to purchase it all I'd be very cosy but very, very broke for the whole season. :)

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My heartbeat accelerates. I am in the here, in the now. I am also in the future. I am holding her and wanting and knowing and hoping all at once. We are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time. We are the ticking, we are the pulsing, we are underneath every part of this moment. And by making the moment our own, we are rendering it timeless. There is no audience. There are no instruments. There are only bodies and thoughts and murmurs and looks. It's the concert rush to end all concert rushes, because this is what matters. When the heart races, this is what it's racing toward.

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You'll begin to wonder if Cold is a place or a state of being. Then you'll contemplate on the possibility of it being a place. Is there an address? Do you vacation there? Do you send letters and postcards and photographs? Then you'll realize that you're shivering, that you're shaking, and that your fingers are turning blue. You'll remember that Cold is very much a place. It's a place of exile, doubling as a place of refuge. And you'll remember you don't much care for letters and postcards and photographs after all.

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that freckled girl is on a lot of his portraits. she’s breathtaking.

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