mosquitohunting

an ungraceful ballet--

of slapping hands

smeared corpses

falling foes.

an unchoreographed dance--

of leaping bodies

elusive sprites

never-ending troops.

the itch of a bite-

the sting of two weapons-

the disgust at the mess-

the thrill of the hunt.

MOSQUITOS

I hate mosquitos. MOS-QUWI-TOES. They are stupid, filthy, annoying blood-suckers. They don't sparkle in the sun, they aren't totally beautiful, and, thankfully, they aren't immortal or indestructible. 

Some people are like mosquitos. They nag, they bite, they're nuisances, and people really just wanna slap them. At the moment there are two people in my year like that. A really bitchy Korean girl (lets call her MAY) and a really pig-headed Bangladesh boy (lets call him IK).

The thing is, no matter how much we hate something, no matter how useless it seems, it has a purpose. If it didn't need to be here, it wouldn't be here. This means that, basically, no matter how much you resent something, it's there for a reason, so try not to let it get you down for too long, because the best way to go is up.

LIGHT

The most beautiful thing in my life at this moment is the way the light enters my room on the weekends, when I'm lying in bed, listening to some music, maybe reading a book or watching a DVD, and admiring the patterns that form from on the tiles of my room and the mosquito net that shields my bed.

I took these with my crap old camera, so unfortunately they're a little stripey. Lukily, it's not that obvious...

FRIENDS

This goes out to all my friends, whether you know your one of them, whether you remember me, whether it's not the same as it was, whether your with me now, whether I never seem to care, whether we fight too much, whether we haven't seen each other in ages, whether I haven't even met you yet; this one's for you.

I'm sorry when I hurt you-

When I forget to laugh,

When we fight over nothing,

When nothing said sounds true.

When I'm as stubborn as a calf,

And when I'm not appreciating

all the things that you've done;

Even though your like my own personal sun.

I'm sorry if I'm mean,

If what I said still hurts,

If that stupid thing still makes me seem the worst.

What's worse is when I mean it,

Everything I said,

All those hurtful words 

rushing from my head.

I might've meant to hurt you,

But now the guilt erodes,

It leaves the feelings churning

and sorry won't seem to show.

All those silly bruises,

All those giant scars,

how much they hurt my heart.

This silly little poem,

Though it mightn't rhyme,

It's true all that I say,

That's all I need you to know.

Because every time we laugh,

Share a private thought,

You weld yourself right to me, 

As if we'll never ever part.

But there are some who seemed so close,

Who I thought would never leave,

Who once breathed my air

but now never seem to care.

The faithful ones still linger,

And how I love them so,

Yet the memories of those who've left will trigger

seeds that once did grow.

Through all of those hard times,

Through all of the bad,

You were always still able

to pick me up when I got sad.

If I wasn't there,

If you thought I didn't care, 

I'll always try my hardest

to make sure this friendship's fair.

Though I sometimes let you do all the work,

I really need you to see,

That if it weren't for you,

I'd probably cease to be.

All that's left to say,

(And I hope you know it's true)

Are a few small words to make your day;

I love you, for you.

FAVORITES

MOVIES:

(500)Days of Summer

10 Things I Hate About You

Juno

Rear Window

Howl's Moving Castle

Spirited Away

Lord of the Rings

BOOKS:

The Tomorrow Series

I, Coriander

The Book Thief

Harry Potter

The Twilight Saga

The Host

Chaos Walking 

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

This Is All: the pillow book of Cordelia Kenn

The Day of the Triffids

Hero

The Confessions of Georgia Nicolson

Looking for Alibrandi

The Wind on Fire

MUSIC:

The Doors

Jet

Frank Sinatra

Nancy Sinatra

The Beatles

and far too many songs to name here...

TV:

The Simpsons

Futurama

Doctor Who

Torchwood

Desperate Housewives

FOOD: 

Anything chocolate

Sushi

Pizza

Spaghetti

Meat Pie

Pavlova

Fairy Floss (Candy Floss)

Peanut Butter and Celery

Peanut Butter Crumpets

Peanut Butter

Milo

Calamari

Risotto

and WAY much more...

I would love any reccomendations!

LONGING

It's there. Always at the back of my mind. That nagging itch that can't be satisfied, not here anyway. The most pressing of my worries; when will I be home? As my jail sentence is coming to a close, I wonder, 'where will we live next? Please take me home. My friends, my country, I need them... you can't keep me away. Not forever.'

When will we go home?

MY COUNTRY

My Country

The love of field and coppice, of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance, brown streams and soft, dim skies-
I know but cannot share it, my love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country, a land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges, of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror- the wide brown land for me!

The stark white ring-barked forests, all tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains, the hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops, and ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country! Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us we see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather, and we can bless again
The drumming of an army, the steady soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country! Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine she pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks, watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness that thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country, a wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her, you will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours, wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country my homing thoughts will fly.

Dorothea McKellar

Another favorite of mine. What can I say? I'm very patriotic. I love this because of it's imagery, and how much it rings true with the Australia that I love. I feel the same way about Australia as she did; no matter how far away I am, it will always be my home. I know for a fact that if someone said to me that i had to get a sentence of some sort as a tattoo, that without a doubt I would get 'I love a sunburnt country...'