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5x5x5

16:58 Dec 30 2005
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I think I`m finally getting the hang of this game! Yuppee!


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Question

10:24 Dec 30 2005
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I wonder; what`s worse, being fickle, or liking your fickleness? Honestly I don`t know. Maybe my inconsistency is an unconscious shield against the thing I hate most; responsability. Anyway, if it was unconscoius I wouldn`t be aware of it would I? How can I still be so damn childish? *gush gush* oh well, I LOVE being childish! :)


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Xmas

08:58 Dec 27 2005
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On the whole not a bad Xmas. No, let`s be honest, compared to my past five or six Christmases it was a scream. First of all, miracle of miracles, there was no major family catastrophe on Xmas day. Usually there`s always some shitty buisness dragged out into the open on that awful day, but not this year. No one got so drunk as to make an ass of himself either (me included). Secondly, yesterday I had more fun than I had in ages. I laughed so much! It had been quite a while since I had been so happy-go-lucky. Thanks U.S. (secret code there :))



Got PLANS for New Year`s eve... let`s see how it goes.


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Prob.

14:16 Dec 24 2005
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I was re-reading my last post. The problem is, unfortunately most of the time I`m much too cynical and pessimistic to feel any wonder about anything... but that`s how I am I guess.


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Only feel

09:53 Dec 24 2005
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What is that special feeling which you never ever want to loose, no matter how old you are? That emotion which you deem to be the most important of them all?



Most people would say love, others would say friendship, satifaction, or pride. However, the feeling I want to experience most, and keep on feeling through the years, is wonder...



When you are in the middle of a snow-covered forest for the first time, when you sing a sad song against a raging wind with only the furious sea for company, when you light a rose-scented candle in a deserted cemetry, when you see the whole world spread in front of you, when you notice the smile of a rosy-cheeked child... that feeling of joy and wholeness, that shiver which runs through your spine, the goospumps which dance on your legs... THAT is what I never want to loose.



No matter how lonely and angry I am, that feeling of wonder always brings me back... always makes life seem worth living once more. It need not be something magnificent, even watching a movie, spying a fragile flower growing amongst brambles, hearing an old slow love song... when I feel like that it`s as if the whole world is transformed... as if I`m seeing myself for the first time... I can`t really describe it. Only feel.


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Yule

20:01 Dec 21 2005
Times Read: 702


It`s Yule tonight.



A Happy Yule to me... (no one else will tell me that, so)



*sigh*



I read over parts of my real diary a couple of hours ago... I sound like a maniac... Gods! If someone ever found it I`d die... No one in their right minds would write such stuff... talk about lunatics...


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Exfoliating

12:39 Dec 21 2005
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Is it possible to find illumination after watching a movie? This had allready happened to me once (after watching 'Amelie'), when I felt I had arrived at a new page in the book that`s my life through a certain realization... some days ago something like that happened once more. Only this time it was a REAL DUMB MOVIE! Duh! Anyway, from that day on, I`ve felt different... I can`t explain it... no one else noticed it, but I KNOW.



Anyway, I seem to be exfoliating... darn weird term to use, but that`s the one which most closely explains how I feel. It`s like I`m pruning away excess material and slowly emerging... and each time I`m different, yet more myself than ever. Oh, there`s still LOTS of pruning to do... but I`m getting on with it.



The question is; what will I be when I`m done?


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Odd

10:54 Dec 15 2005
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I am living in a world of phantoms, or animated masks. No one seems really alive. I have a queer notion that if I prick any of you, there would be no bleeding, but only a gush of wind. And I can`t make out why you are like that, what it is that I miss in you.



The trouble really is that I do not clearly know what it is in MYSELF that makes me different from you.


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Confess

08:46 Dec 14 2005
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In a world where all pretend to know where they are going, it is rare and disturbing to find someone who admits that, like you, they have absolutely no idea...


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Changes

08:28 Dec 12 2005
Times Read: 722


Yesterday I was decorating my room for Yule (and I mean Yule, NOT christmas), and I was thinking that I`ve really changed from two years ago. Not changed externally, but internally. A lot. My room used to reflect me as I was before, but that girl is almost gone now, and sometimes I feel a stranger in my own room. It used to be my stronghold and my refuge, and it still is, but not like before.



Oh, echoes of that girl remain in me, but now I`m much harsher. When I was younger I admit I would never have imagined I would become like this. This last year has really been hell and it has changed me. While I was growing up, I seemed to change every couple of years or so. I wonder, will this stop now? Freud considered adolescence to end at 21. Well, I`ll be 22 next Saturday, but I still feel like a twelve year old sometimes. Does this mean that I`m stuck forever in this mold now? Or will I continue to change? After all, isn`t change part of human nature? Wouldn`t an unwillingness to change bring stagnation? Or is this ability to change purely hypocritical? Am I a weather vane?



I don`t think so. I don`t change with the flow. I never have. I go my own way always. So, I guess it`s just my individual evolution.



I hope I never stop changing, growing and evolving... maybe someday, I might even turn into a butterfly... or a swan. Black of course :)


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Birthday

10:15 Dec 10 2005
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My birthday is exactly a week from now. I`ll be 22. Gods, I feel old...



Alexander the Great had conquered half of Europe by the time he was 19. And what have I done? NADA.



I might as well have died in infancy for all the difference I`ve made.



Well, perhaps I did.



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Aun Existe Amor

09:43 Dec 10 2005
Times Read: 732


La indecisorn que hay en mi

Yo la mandar¨ªa a la luna

Para vivir contigo

La soledad de cada d¨ªa

Que entre l¨agrimas crec¨ªa

La alejar¨¦ de mi


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Ongoing play

15:39 Dec 09 2005
Times Read: 735


We are completely ourselves only when we are totally alone. The rest of the time, we are acting. Everyone does it, even those who are not aware of it. I am VERY aware of it. I like acting. The best thing about it is that no one knows you ARE acting. People see what they expect to see.



I love doing that actually. I am who people expect me to be; not who they want me to be. If they expect an idiot they get one, if they prepare for a femme fatal, they do too. Same goes for the innocent ingenue or the girl next door thingy. Lol. This morning I was the femme fatale. Smile slyly and flick your hair and they`d do anything for you. All ages. All types. No exeptions. In the end it got really annoying though. (sigh) In Malta it`s way too easy. And something that easy is no longer amusing.



Lol. It would be sordid if it wasn`t so funny.


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Brightly Burning

14:27 Dec 09 2005
Times Read: 737


CAIN: And what are thou, who dwellest

So haughtily in spirit, and canst range

Nature and immortality - and yet

Seem`st sorrowful?



LUCIFER: I seem that which I am;

And therefore do I ask of thee, if thou

Wouldst be immortal?



Lord Byron; 'Cain'


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Boredom ad Crescendum

08:45 Dec 07 2005
Times Read: 748


Damn, everything seems to be getting on my nerves lately. Every moment of every day, I`m either so irritated as to chomp off the head of anyone who talks to me, or else terribly terribly bored. I`ve even considered going out with someone I know I don`t like, just because he`s a Satanist and that amuses me... Nah, he`s not good-looking enough. Lol. Now I sound presumptious and venal. But I AM... and I rather like it too :)



*laughs wickedly*

Maybe I`ll see him tomorrow. If he amuses me enough... who knows?


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December

09:19 Dec 06 2005
Times Read: 751


The nightmare always starts with that terrifying phrase…



‘Honey, don’t you think it’s time we got the decorations down from the high shelves in the garage?’



My mind goes blank at that deceptively sweet tone.



I know.



It is time.



My father, like a bear with a permanently soar paw, gruffly replies that he’s busy. (In fact, he’s on the computer playing solitaire) I cautiously tiptoe upstairs in a hurry, but I can still hear my mother nagging on and on. Finally, my father decides to unstick his butt from the stool, take out the car, and dandle precariously on the creaking ladder we still haven’t replaced. I hear… all the block hears… muffled shouts and curses coming from underneath layers of dust. Then, a shriek, as my mother tries to catch the boxes and various ornaments and bits of tinsel my father flings down together with a rain of oaths.



I dress quickly, grab the mp3 player, and try to disappear. TOO LATE.



‘Darling, darling!’ Cries an urgent and bubbly voice ‘come downstairs we’re DECORATING!!!’



I hear my father sigh. Then a tinkle. Gods! The Christmas lights! I had forgotten! I go downstairs and find, literally, miles and miles of the stuff trailing everywhere. ‘Don’t step on them’ barks my father ‘I’m testing them’. I already know he’s got hours of that. I hop around downstairs, trying not to squash brightly coloured flowers and blinking birds. My mother is in the middle of the corridor draped in tinsel and holding out the foldable Christmas tree. ‘Come and help me’ she commands, ‘don’t you think we need to buy more gold tinsel?’ I stifle a gasp. More???



She shrieks ‘Oooh I forgot?!!’ and dashes in the dining room. ‘Don’t step on the lights!’ snaps dad. She hops on, and then I groan as I hear ‘Let it Snow’ sung by ten raucous children full blast echoing through the house. Mum hops back to the tree. ‘Now isn’t that MUCH better?’ she gushes. I grit my teeth and hold out the decorations.



After three hours of hopping round and round the Christmas tree. It is finally finished. Fake snow and all. I sigh and prepare to go back upstairs and try to forget ‘Jingle Bells Rock’. No such luck. ‘Don’t you want to put up your favourite decoration?’ asks my mum plaintively. ‘And what’s that?’ I ask, my heart already sinking. ‘Why, the crib of course!’ My stomach heaves. Oh Goddess! I’m not even Christian, and she knows that! That’s why she likes ramming things like this down my throat. I give her one of my looks. ‘Ok’ I say through gritted teeth, knowing it would be worse if I tried to refuse.



I take out the enormous crib, bigger than the one they have in church, and start playing around with the sixty minuscule figures, not to mention hundreds of tiny sheep. And the fake fodder. And the pieces of thyme flying everywhere. And the lights. Suddenly, the dog grabs a sheep and runs off. Shrieks everywhere. I run after her to the sound of my father bellowing ‘Don’t step on the lights!!!’ and some old women chanting ‘Good King Wenceslas’. The least said the better. I catch the mangled sheep and pass an hour trying to make sense of the foresaid crib. What the hell where they selling chickens and flowers in the middle of the night for?



Well, after it’s ready to my mother’s satisfaction, I finally get to scamper away. But the worse is yet to come.



First, the Christmas Cards. I always know they’re writing the list of who to include when all the shouting scares away the birds in the orange tree outside my window. Yes. They actually write a list of all the people who qualify as ‘friends we talk to’. Then, the writing of the cards starts and continues for a day or so. We also have a retour of the shouting match when they mutually realize they have written to people who were not on the list.



Second. The Christmas dinner. Gods! My uncles, aunts, cousins and grandparents always come here for that fateful twenty-fifth, so mother insists on preparing a seven course meal. And guess who’s to bear the brunt of her grumblings, ramblings, and various schizophrenic attacks? Plus who’s to help her prepare the menu, buy the ingredients, and actually cook this feast? Mais c`est moi! Of course! We pour for days on end on cookery books and internet websites. Then finally she decides. Afterwards, come the endless days of visiting the various shops and supermarkets to compare prices before actually buying anything. Then, more days to buy the thingies. In the meantime, as you can imagine, I’m internally inventing new, and really original, swearwords.



Thirdly, the presents. I don’t know what’s worse. Spending money one doesn’t have for people one doesn’t know or like, or receiving always the same bland gifts given over with facetious smiles, and pretending you like them? I not only have to buy my own presents, but also have to go with my mother when she buys hers. More days of shouting in the middle of the street. All the vendors in the capital know us by now. And tremble.



And then, the big day finally arrives…


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