It Is Snowing!

One day when Cat was away..
I got this text message from Sydney...

"art is gd4 our soul but wifout 1 like urs art is hell. the q is wut is art gd4."
as in: "Art is Good for our Soul but without one like yours art is Hell. The question is what is art good for."

and then...
"haha i dun reli gt it though :)" -- (said with a smile)

and..
"uni startd?"

i couldnt help but laugh and shake my head at the familiar tone and typical texting abbreviations. lol.

We (Rachel, Sarah and me) were on our way to Rotorua at the time, driving down the vastness of Desert Road... and completely going ecstatic over the powdery snow that was creating an incredible sight and crawling all over the thick and brown landscape. It's vibrant like nothing else: white against the most opaque browns. Completely impossible to see through, like earth we walk on is totally dependable and unbreakable.

Quite overwhelming actually. We jumped out of the car to join in. The snow looks alive. Traces of it, following the landscape.I picked up some, it was so thin, and felt crunchy that i could squish it into ball, and it stays dry for ages and hardens as i condense it, before it finally starts to melt from my warmth -- and the cold penetrates through my fingers i ran back to the car to hide again, all the while glowing with glee. and to think ten minutes ago the car was boiling from catching the heat from the sun!
Woa it was so fun. I regretted having an empty, film-less camera with me, and swore to be ready on the ride home. Knowing that simply that there wont be any snow, precisely because nature knows i'm ready to catch it. Just like having my umbrella with me stops it from raining, and on the rare day when i forget to put it in my bag, it pours. Some sort of nature's law, that could either be devinely mysterious -- or plain annoying. *meh*

It did not snow on the way home.

Yes Cat, uni started ages ago! and no i dont get the quote either. that's the fun of it right? collecting things people create, make up, write up, and never really understand what we create. because someone else creates us, we never create ourselves...maybe that's why we dont understand?

Playing with words. That seems like all we do. To kill the time and boredom that we've been given. Leaves me wondering: maybe when God created us, we really were not meant to live for 70 or 80 years. Maybe dying at 21 or 25 or something is just the way it's meant to be! hehe. But now i'm just playing with thoughts...surely there's something better to do!

Maybe kill some Cats?!

(Heavy hearted, in the snow)

Peace.....comes in Green

Today is wet.

Wet.Wet.Wet.

So Wet.

Josie and I went to town, became the most difficult customers at Tiketek, what a laugh because we wanted to have three seperate payments for FOUR seperate people, buying tickets to the NZSO Concert Next Friday (which I've been waiting for since last year. with Diana Doherty playing Strauss Oboe Concerto). I think I'm going mad waiting for it. The Auckland Concert is tonight. Maybe Thats Why I'm Typing With Captitals For Every Word. Oh Wait, I'm Already Mad. (And Still Ranting And Babbling).

So I kept walking with wet jeans, smelling like damp wool, and was stopped by this girl trying to get donations for Greenpeace, Just outside Starbucks. My bus wasnt til 20 minutes later, and the day was just SOOO wet, yup, that must be why i stopped. Thinking if one person could make her day better, it's worth those 20 minutes of my time. (and maybe something more too....).
Maybe it's just the thinking I've done lately, and this whole new interest in "making the world a better place", that got me to stop and listen attentively. (yes, i wonder how long it'll take for me to actually DO something, bcuz my thought have been stuck on indulging in the wonderful concepts and ideals, but never reached any ACTION, and today, obviously is the day.
It was probably the best I've ever responded to this kind of situation. All because I was being honest about it, that I'm not rich, I've been interested, but yet to do anything about it, and that I dont want to disappoint after hearing her massive speech, that I may have nothing to offer (or what she's looking for).

Nevertheless, I'm now donating $8 per month to Greenpeace. And learning about GE and toxics...
Thinking back, I'm still wondering why i joined.
Could it be that:
it was raining,
i feel sorry for her. (why why why, i dont understand why i feel bad about FEELING SORRY. but call me blind and naive for feeling like it's not exactly easy doing what she does, and what if one day i'll be doing what she is doing),
i couldn't get poorer than the way i am now, (hmm. that's debatable)
i hate money,

but ultimately that:
i spend money horribly, and Greenpeace could probably spend it better than I could.

heck. there must be better, more in depth, thoughtful and worthwhile reasons for signing up, but i'm not pretending otherwise. there's enough people in the world being hypocritical, trying to give themselves another piece of reason for feeling self-righteous. (ironic, though, even writing this makes me feel like like i'm making an attempt at that too. still, i wont deny that what i did to day matters to me. so it's time to stop taking the piss out of everything.)

Field of Torches

Love is an accident... waiting to happen.

Desire is a stranger... you think you know.

Intimacy is a lie... we tell ourselves.

Truth is a game... you play to win.

If you believe in love at first sight...

you never stop looking.