tell me about it

A panorama that I took and stitched together in Photoshop. You can see the Dome of the Rock just off the middle on the left. Gosh, I miss Israel. Innit pretty :) Look at the blue blue sky…

All those stone things along the bottom of the picture, incidentally, are tombs. A wide swath of graveyard surrounding the Holy City.

R2Bing2 says:
eeee joel is so cute!

:D

(more…)

Yeah, that’s me – emotions-wise.  I wear my heart on my sleeve and my feelings on my face.  I’ve never been an exceptionally good liar nor able to hide something for long.  I bubble over.  I share.  I don’t keep things in. I guess that’s just my style.

I guess I just might be a lifetime member of the bleeding hearts club!

But aren’t most women like that, anyway?  Sensitive; emotional (And occasionally over-sensitive, and too emotional, but who am I to talk).  That’s us.

All I want, really, is for someone who will love me and cherish me, who’ll hold my hands through the years and tell me I’m just as beautiful at 50 as I was when I was 18 – no, even more beautiful.  And I’ll laugh, and shake my head, and tell him he’s still the handsome charmer he was when we were young, that things never change.

Even when things change, we’d weather them together.  Someone I can pray with, who will encourage me and support me in my spiritual life (and vice versa).  Someone who’ll be a great father to our children.  I want someone who makes me laugh, someone who smiles more than he frowns, who will hug me when I cry.

And I want to be able to make him laugh.  Someone I can share a lifetime of love with.

Well, that’s all I want, really.

I wonder what you’re doing right now.

Found a reference to one of her songs in a fan fiction I was reading, uh, at work :D followed it to this one.  Pretty.

To some it’s just another plane
Rolling up to the gate
It landed in the pouring rain
Twenty minutes late
Stopping right on the mark
And they do it every day
It’s just another boring Monday morning
Just another plane

I hear the sound of those big jet engines
Shut down and fade away
The time it takes to open that door is just insane
There’s someone on board I’m waiting for
It’s so much more to me
Than just another plane

This can be such a lonely plane
Yeah I remember I was standing here
Tears streaming down my face
Watched him disappear
Nobody looked me in the eye
And they all walked away
Everybody cries in airports
It’s just another plane

I hear the sound of those big jet engines
Shut down and fade away
The time it takes to open that door is just insane
There’s someone on board I’m waiting for
It’s so much more to me
Than just another plane

They say if you love someone
You’ve got to set them free
And let them fly away
And if he was really yours
Then he’ll come back someday
There’s someone onboard I’m waiting for
And he’s home to me
That’s not just another plane

To some it’s just another gate
Rolling up to the gate

Things that make me happy early in the morning:

- seeing that Liverpool is now on par with Manchester United in terms of points in the Premiership table 

- seeing that Liverpool has beaten Manchester City with a 1-0 win

- seeing that Harry Kewell scored the only goal!

I and my number seven jersey are vindicated.  Ha.  Kewell rawks!

Happy birthday Mommy :)

They dance.

Sunday lunch – salad with feta cheese and vinaigrette, smoked duck, egg mayo and bread, with Earl Gray tea :)

The book I bought for her birthday…

…and she likes it (so do I)!

Dinner at Borshch* (not good in Scrabble; accepted spellings are BORSCH, BORSCHT, BORTSCH, BOSCHE) then dessert at Ice³. My absolute favorite ice-cream place in the world.

That’s all for today :)

I can mend. I can sew. Holes in fabric I can patch, snapped things I can glue together. Paper can be stuck back with tape.

But there are some things I can’t mend – broken bones, broken hearts.

Broken dreams.

You’d think I’d have the good sense to stay away from those.

Why do I find myself ruefully smiling and wondering where I found the strength to say those words?

God knows what He’s doing, even if I don’t!

So…I’m not going to worry (too much). :)

…more than I thought, less than I expected, and more than you will ever know.

It isn’t easy.

The heart is a lonely thing to lose in the dead of night
The heart is a sad thing to lose in the throes of a fight
The heart is the match to the fire
And the embers of desire, to keep it burning

I am a shell of the manner and the means
Mine is a story of nothing as it seems
But when we have come this far
And still don’t know who we are, does it keep burning?

When it’s over, and you see it with your eyes
Would you rather have the truth or a lie?

I call for angels to breathe holy on this rust
I call the snakes to come out slowly from the brush
I need a massive overhaul
A revival to fall, to keep it burning

The heart is a costly thing to sell in the prime of the years
And my heart is thinly veiled in the usual fears
The heart is the dream, and the kiss
That there could be more than this, to keep it burning

You know, I suddenly remembered this suggestion you made before, but we never carried out.  You’d said it would be fun to go to a photobooth – no, not the Neoprint ones, you laughed, those instant passport photo booths, you know the type; and I nodded and smiled – and take a strip of photos, just for fun.

We never actually got round to doing that, but I just remembered it, and I wish we had.

Yeah, it would have been fun.