Hallo ihr alle da draussen...today i met reuben and kelvin (haha. once a weekend without fail) and we all went down to Suntec to pick my photographs from comms ball and the comms parade when i was in No.1...and i must say.....
I don't look really very good. Haha... Not handsome, no looks...or maybe i was just not looking best that day even if i felt very smart in front of the mirror...That's it...i'm not photogenic. Live with it.
Anyway we picked some photographs which i'd like to print out and i got charged pretty bloody exorbitant prices. But i guess ultimately it's all worth it because...yeah well it's something which happens only once in a lifetime...it's worth the money...jun, if you're reading this, we got some photos for you too okay...be meeting you soon to pass it to you...
Sigh. I wonder why i didn't look good. And I wonder why my camera was so cruddy that night. Maybe it's Murphy's Law - what can go wrong will go wrong...but ah hecks. As long as the memories of that beautiful night remain alive within us, and as long as we cherish those very memories...who needs photographs? Photographs give us a picture, reminding us what exactly happened - why not let our imaginations wander? But that's not to say that i don't want photos...they're important too..because one day when my imagination is drained and i just feel so jaded, reminders of a happier time like these photographs taken on that magical night will be just there to remind me that...hey...remember that night? All the glittering lights, the ballroom, the espirit de corps, my queen, the brotherhood and so so much more? Slowly...things will get better. If you're at the bottom...things'll only look up...
Also...the 3rd episode of my work is also presented to you here, ladies and gentlemen...III: A Sister's Pain...
A Sister's Pain...
Ariel: 'We used to swim in those same moonlit waters
Walking on air, while the world slept beneath us...'
Ariel weeps in her sad despair
Her inner sanctuary now laid bare
The nights are quiet; she stands alone,
Alone in her enchanted dome...
She sheds a tear for the dead
The Black Queen, Umbriel, filled with dread
Yet she must go on, she must not sway
Without remorse nor a single care...
Why was there black and white?
Who created day and night?
Back in time, so long ago
In innocence they played, the bond they shared...
Umbriel: 'Yet fate has not been kind to us
In the magic ether the die was cast
I am black, while you are light;
To forge a balance we must be...'
They cry out deep in their hearts
Silenced words never spoken aloud:
'Loom spinning the fabric of time
Hear this tiny plea of mine
Set her free; let her go
To see her fly is my only goal...'
posted by quatscherei @ 21:32
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