Astrophella

Life Stealers

2005-12-04T00:32:00.000Z

Work, it giveth and it taketh away. At this point, what it gives is highly outweighed by what is is taking away! I think I will change this space name to 'Moan-a-Lot' (not in a good way). (was supposed to be on MSN spaces, stoopid no paste function!)

Let's see, I have to work at least one night, ALL NIGHT! 10p.m. til 7a.m., on Christmas Eve! Jesus, that will make Christmas EXTRA Fun. Then with their 'eleven hour rest period', shite! I have tried to explain that subjecting us to less that the period is illegal, but they brush it aside. Then they find that you don't have college for a while and they think 'Oh! So now you can work for us double-time for the same shoddy pay.', not my ideal way to spend my six weeks off college. I come out of that blasted office more annoyed than when I went in! Pretty annoyed going in due to the lack of car parking spaces.

What is this place, Dunnes! I am going to crack, I vowed that I wouldn't work for them again, but I bowed under the pressure. Now I am trapped. I swear I am going to commit a rather gruesome murder using a stapler and some other impliments from the office.

Plus I am the new girl who doesn't care, so I am their excuse for all things that go wrong! Yay, I'm the blame-monkey.

I want to go drinking, and shopping. Possibly simultaneously.Or even do my thesis! There's a plan. Fuck work. LIFE STEALERS.

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~Newness~

2005-04-29T01:35:00.000+01:00

Well I have another new pseudo blog now. Its hosted by MSN Spaces, and there is a link to it here, its called Butterfly Star. Its just another space really. A little more personal and all that jazz. Feel free to visit and say hello! : )

There is a little linkicon to the site in the side bar to the right. Its kinda purple-ish. Just incase the link above doesn't work.

Enjoy!

Remember what the Wise Bunny Says

2005-04-14T12:52:00.000+01:00

Its bunn-i-liocious, and it's also adorable and cute... and its not here, Ill put up the link later!

Ahoy! I am back with the link! Sorry about the lateness. It is worth it. Please visit Bunny. Its just a great laugh.

Sex, Cinema and Politics

2005-04-01T17:35:00.000+01:00

Over the past few days I have been catching up on the cinema that I have missed. Wicker Park, I have the soundtrack and never really bothered about the film itself. I assumed it was about some upstate private school or something. Apparently I was wrong. Its an interesting take on stalking. Josh Hartnett is Matthew who falls for a stranger, Lisa (Diane Kruger). I didn't really take it all in I watched it not expecting much from it, its something to while away the hours. The soundtrack is amazing, +/- :: All I Do, Jamie Wyatt :: Lightswtich and many others. Of course the ever-beautiful Strange and Beautiful by Aqualung.

Then there was The Dreamers, set in 1968 Paris during the student riots. Amazing piece of work. A little hard to watch for those of a prudish nature, pleanty of flesh on show, but not unnecessarily. Micheal Pitt is (Im noticing a theme here!) Matthew, who finds himself living with twins Isabelle and Theo. Its quite beautiful.

The above reminded me of Paris and living there for 14 short days a few summers ago, it wasn't living but holidaying, nonetheless it was such an amazing time in an amazing city. I get such insatiable urges to live in Paris. It is truly beautiful.

Sure Why Not!

2005-04-01T17:12:00.000+01:00

As is.

Stolen

2005-03-03T23:44:00.000Z

New Year

2004-12-31T15:55:00.000Z

To the millions devestated by the events of the past week, may the new year offer hope during the strife, and to those who have sadly perished, may you rest in eternal peace.

Texture Tantrums

2004-09-17T17:34:00.000+01:00

It's just another image. It is an oldish one, well, it wasn't made in the last month anyway. It doesn't hold any particular memories, or mean anything special to me. I just like it.

Looking at it, it is a reflection on the time it was made, all the parts are from the one image but then, they are torn apart and pieces are now missing. Other parts have changed colour and warped. It is similar to how a person can be. Taking the work too far, I know. But it's my blog, I can do what I bl**dy well like.

Started college yesterday, plunged into second year. I have been anticipating with dread, the idea of going back. Deservedly so. It is frighteningly different. All the concentration lies in one place now, and can't be distracted. I so very much, in the past, have relied on being distracted, as an excuse not to excell. Blast and damn it now! Gotta be good a things now. A 'holy sh!t' moment, you are 20 and have to get a grip on things.

I'm sure things will calm down, eventually. Its really hot in the kitchen, I'm not sure I can stand the heat, but going to have to try. The comfort zone has dissapeared and been replaced. So I feel like the picture, a whole, with bits removed, and a little discoloured in places. But underneath it all, it is entirely solid.

'tap on the window, knock on my door, I wana make you feel beautiful...' - Maroon 5
I heard it today while in the back of my friends car, going home. It is just running around my head, I love how he (excuse the ignorance, I do not know his name) sings the line.

Life, Love and Law

2004-09-10T01:05:00.000+01:00

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Nasta Midsommarkransen

2004-09-06T19:49:00.000+01:00

Hej!

I am home from a two week break. I have just got my photographs developed, how primative and non-digital of me! But above is a little montage of the places myself and Jean, went during the time away. We travelled to Sweden, Norway and the U.K..
From London, of course, Big Ben. From Oslo, the Royal Palace near Karl Johans Gate. Finally a picture of Gamla Stan and a museum of history in Stockholm. The couple, in the lower left corner, are just a random couple who were sitting near Gamla Stan station on our last night in Stockholm, we watched the sunset over the sea and city. : ) Truely beautiful places, especially Stockholm.

Return of the Butterflystar

2004-07-09T18:23:00.000+01:00

Thinking thoughts

2004-06-27T00:53:00.000+01:00

It's been a while since I have thought about things. Standing over an empty steel sink, dropping a sodden tea bag into it, to watch it bleed its red brown colour. Not thinking, just observing. Stirring the hot contents of the white mug, clockwise, clockwise. I don't want to go against time, surely things would work out worse, a good life, it is happening, I am sure. Semi-skimmed milk, a sorry excuse, poured in. The beautiful white tarnishes and is corrupted by blood brown, or is the white an enemy loving the brown, raping it. Eventually they cease and are tea.

Dropping the spoon into the dishwasher, and soon after dangling a knife over, and letting it fall. It doesn't make a sound, or perhaps it does, but it is interrupted by the sound of a child.

Closing the grey speckled dishwasher and leaning against it, cup in one hand, and nothing in the other. Looking into the steel sink, and thinking about children. Smaller adults with problems and concerns. Children eh, children. Fascinating. The concepts they seem to conjure from thin air and then sell you. You can be a fairy, a wizard, a time traveller and make fifty euro a week which will buy you a Porsche 911. We all sold dreams. Ultimate self belief, you can do anything.

Strange the things you think of, staring at steel. Its so sterile, metallic, natural, moulded by man, then filled with tea bags, used. Once filled, its a bloody mess, and from blood they come. Sometimes it is mixed with the white of goodness, sometimes, that of evil. Either way, there holds a constant, the assurance... Im not to sure of what. But each child has it. Deep deep down, the belief we are destined for greatness. What ever that may be.

Children are the most amazing tutors, learn from them, they search in ways adults have long forgotten. It's been a while since I thought about things, but now things I think, are different.

Spa treatments

2004-06-27T00:13:00.000+01:00

"Spa treatments are expensive, but you know whats MORE expensive... DivorcE"
A little tidbit of Zen Truth from, one of the Fab Five, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.

It is truly SUPER. (no seriously, it is, fantastic)

California Dreamin'...

2004-06-24T20:02:00.000+01:00

Listening to Mamas and Papas song of the name California Dreamin'. It would be nice to leave Ireland and it's weather for a bit, and why not California, visit some friends and sit on a beach, then drive along the coast from north to south. Oh yeah... sounds sweet. Stayin' the dodgy 'motels' and wearing summerie things. Oh, swoon. I want to go to the east coast really, but hey! Cali, would be fine.

Whale of a Tale

2004-06-23T18:53:00.000+01:00

Finding Nemo

Nemo, annoying little runt of a clown fish. Above is Daddy and Dory! I love Dory, she is so cute.

Bazness

2004-06-23T00:59:00.000+01:00

This is a quote that lived with me for a good while, then I forgot about it for a while and found this picture, made about 18months ago. I think it is very true. As much as you may not wish to believe it.

Baz Luhrmann, director of Strictly Ballroom, Romeo + Juliet and Moulin Rouge.

Take A Picture

2004-06-22T01:04:00.000+01:00

Well, this is my theme, I love Ewan! So, well, here we go.

Taken for Maxim Magazine in about 2002/2003 time. I think it was about the time that Black Hawk Down was released.

Note: you'll be seeing a lot of him, get used to it!

Wood you like a Biggerstaff?

2004-06-21T01:06:00.000+01:00

Rather one of those days, not THOSE days, one that passes with very little to happen. I visited my grandmother in Bon Secour. Blissfully unaware. : ) Now, let's see. Todays thing is pretty much coming from going around my files, I found this...

It is Sean Biggerstaff, from Harry Potter, otherwise known as Oliver Wood. He is just so cute. : ) *pinches cheeks* aww!

Shallow Grave

2004-06-19T22:27:00.000+01:00

I haven't seen this movie in quite a while, but I have been listening to Ryan Tubridy's Full Lounge, and the song 'Happy Heart' by easy listening guru Andy Williams. Now what the hell has that to do with Shallow Grave, well, it is the song that is played at the end as Alex is lying on his kitchen floor laughing and then it all goes blue. ANYWAY, fun song, brilliant film, if you want to laugh. Gotta love the humour, it is so dark.

So from Shallow Grave, directed by Danny Boyle, later of Trainspotting and The Beach fame, bleh oh, and 28 days later, we then get Happy Heart, which is all about love and nothing to do with the movie, its so ironic it makes my skin all electric-y.

Some thoughts:

--Starting to feel a littl unloved?--"When was the last time you heard these exact words: "You are the sunshine of my life"?

--For the Goth in you--"When you get up in the morning, how do you decide what shade of black to wear?"

--Charity Event?--"You didn't tell me that this was for children. I hate children. I'd raise money to have the little fuckers put down. I want me money back!"

--Well isn't it true!--"But Juliet, you're a doctor. You kill people every day."

Such a happy boy!

Get Fruity with Otab

2004-06-19T21:07:00.000+01:00

"Excuse me a moment, you roused me from my slumber and I shall be with you as soon as I am suitably oriented and attired!" he shouted.

To find out more... Otab has some Great Expectorations

Mark, it's a little bit fabulous, I have to say I love how the novel is written, kudos! Lets all get our 'drink-on', in celebration. : )

One of those days... i am sorry

2004-06-19T20:41:00.000+01:00

What can I say? I finally got to sleep at about five o'clock this morning. Im not sure, I just couldn't be bothered sleeping at all. I was rudely woken by the phone alarm going off, it makes such a hideous sound, doesn't it! Having been so cold last night, sitting drinking tea in bed shivering, it was a wonderful feeling to wake up and be at a comfortable temperature. Enveloping myself in my sheets and duvet again, the alarm went off for second time, so I just put a stop to that, 'SNOOZE OFF'. But then I had a fear that I would fall back into a deep sleep so I tried to keep myself semi-consious by fretting. But that failed!

Just one of those days, where you were in bed late, and just should not have bothered getting out of that comfy spot all day. Once you get up, world war three starts and there is world famine and drought, not to mention the world economy crashes. Well, it was one of those days.

I don't know, I knew something would go wrong. I just bloody knew. Having had a comfortable ride into town and all that, things are going well. But something is looming, for having got up late, there must be something. My mum texts me saying that she is going to visit Nana in hospital and will finally be home this evening. By now its two in the day and I have to get a present for fathers day and just do things... there isn't enough time! Rushing back to get some food before departing town... I stupidly am talking to Owen about something which ALWAYS makes me angry.

I don't know weather it was to just put myself in the humour to hide the upset. It just got to me so much, and then there is that moment where you see red, and nothing matters anymore. You care so deeply, and can't see straight. In that time I was late coming home to greet my mum, I felt so bad.

It rained on us, sitting waiting for the 46a.. lashing rain 'perfect end to a shit day', but then the saving grace, with his ability to just overcome my anger with him, offers me a taxi to get home to see my mum. I dont know how to feel, apart from wet and cold from the rain pouring from the sky. But the emotional state is, anger, with many elements, wearyness, sadness mixed with a feeling of love. I can't seem to pick on o'er the other.

Still I am home, I have spoken to my mum, who seems quite upbeat and happy to be in her own home again. She is more calm than I was expecting and a lot less emotional, which is fantastic, on a selfish level, crying parents are something I can't deal with. But anyway, I am so glad that she is happier now. Phew!

Then there was that incident in town, for which I am sorry. I don't know when to drop things, I know this. I do, really. But I get a feeling that I am asserting myself if I don't let things slide, it is just a reaction. I am not to sure what to do now. But, you do what you want to do, like I said.

In short, I knew this day would have to have the unhappy element, I am sorry that it happened to be with you. I am sorry.

--Hopefully I will do this... to sleep

Play that funky music white boy

2004-06-18T21:55:00.000+01:00

Last night, watching television, I stumbled upon a clay animated / cartoon interpretation of the New Testiment. Yes, yes, religion, don't swtich off yet! It was late night BBC2, learning zone. But the start of each of the stories of the testiment, a song was sung which I haven't heard since fifth year. In fifth year our choir sang it, I remember it sounded beautiful. Donna,Amy and Hannah you all may remember this too, that was a FUN class!! But I couldn't remember it's name, so I googled it. It looks Latinate, but I don't think it is, it's gibberish, apparently. It sounds more beautiful than it looks, much like *insert something insulting here*. Here it is:

Adiemus

Ariadiamus late ariadiamus da
ari a natus late adua

A-ra-va-re tu-e va-te
a-ra-va-re tu-e va-te
a-ra-va-re tu-e va-te la-te-a

Ariadiamus late ariadiamus da
ari a natus late adua

A-ra-va-re tu-e va-te
a-ra-va-re tu-e va-te
a-ra-va-re tu-e va-te la-te-a

A-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we a-ka-la...
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we a-ka-la........
ah-ya-doo-ah-eh
a-na-ma-na coo-le ra-we a-ka-la.....
a-ya-doo-ah-eh...
a-ya doo a-ye
a-ya doo a-ye

... etc...
Link yourself here.

-Quality sounds brought to you by your own mind. (c)

Moulin Rouge

2004-06-18T21:23:00.000+01:00

Moulin Rouge

Its a story about love, a love that will live forever...

Photophoto

2004-06-18T20:46:00.000+01:00

Here are some links to some phtotographs,Christmas Time and then more recently in March Jessica's Birthday.

Christmas, a bunch of us were out in Eamonn Dorans in Temble Bar, it was a good night, as Hannah was there, and where there is Hannah on a night out there is usually, PIZZA! It was pretty damn good. Hannah, I LOVE YOU ; )! In the picture you shall find, from R-L, The Classiest of Chicks, Jessica. Then, Teen Dream Jean, looking very Highschool Cheerleader! Finally there is, myself, accoring to Jessica I look like a socialite, party, party, photo, photo, what a life! : p

Then, Jessicas birthday, which was in March. GPO Galway! Funky joint with levels and good music, they played Damien Rice... it was ALL good. : ) In the photo, shall be found, R-L, the lovely Jean, in the middle Miss Fiona QP, and birthday princess Jessica. Smile y'all!

Pretty people become Princesses

2004-06-18T18:15:00.000+01:00

The crowing glory:
I give you my heart,
take it in your hands
and crown it with your

love.

Beauty

2004-06-18T18:12:00.000+01:00

Astrophella's Butterflies and Stars

Insanity City

2004-06-18T00:43:00.000+01:00

Well, I have just got off the phone from my mum. She is staying out in my grandmothers house, with my grandmother (nana), as she is ill. My mum is at breaking point. Absolute breaking point, if she knew I was telling, I don't know, blog, this, she would kill me. I don't know, my nana picked up the phone at some stage during the call and started laying into me about going on holidays. Who was paying for it? Where and when was I going and who with? Then she said she would pay, but I would have to pray to Mary, who would say 'You will wait a week'.
She is going insane. I don't mean that in a funny way, I mean it in it's most sincere form. My nana is loosing it. Mum is so distraught. I want to help and I can't because there is nothing to do. I can be there, but as for to help reverse things, they can't be. I can't describe how strange it feels, it feels like an outter body experience, i don't feel anything myself. I felt angry that this is happening and now I just feel numb. I understand that mum is upset, I am upset with her, but I don't know if it is my own upset that I would feel or is it transfered emotion. Oh, it is just a thing everyone has to deal with, change. Thats what this is, essentially, change.
It's not reality anymore, to me. Maybe it will be when I see her and mum again, i haven't in a few days and just hearing the voices does not really contitute as having had relations. But, basically she is worrying my mum, and that worries me. Nana is quite happy in this world, of self deception.
I am confused, or maybe I'm not. All in all, this is just a hard time. I just seems to be the same thing, over and over. Broken record. Slowly, Nana is going into her mind and leaving us out here, into the past she goes.
All I wish is that my mum could have some real help, but I don't provide that, I want less stress in her life. I love my mum to pieces, and it tears me up to see her having to watch her own mum give out to her from trying to help her, but there is little I can do.
Insanity city is what it feels like. Insanity city.

Wooooooooah, obscure Russian Poetry...

2004-06-17T19:18:00.000+01:00

This is just as it seems, its probably not obscure to the educated one, but, to me, its russian and therefore, obscure... you can see it in Cerilic too if you like!!

Lalla Ruk

Dearest dream, my soul's enchantment
Lovely guest from heav'n above,
Most benevolent attender
To the earthly realm below,
You gave me blissful satisfaction
Momentary but complete:
Bringing with you happy tidings -
Like a herald from the skies.

I dreamed dreams of life eternal
In that Promised Land of peace;
I dreamed dreams of fragrant regions,
Of a tranquil, sweet Kashmir;
I could witness celebrations,
Festivals of roses vernal
Honoring that lovely maiden
From lands strange and far away.

And, with glistening enchantment
Like an angel from above, -
This untainted, youthful vision
Came before my dreaming eyes;
Like a veil, a shining shroud
Screened her lovely face from view,
Tenderly she did incline
Her shy gazes toward the earth.

All her traits - her timid shyness
Underneath her shining crown,
Childlike her animation,
And her face's noble beauty -
Glowing with a depth of feeling,
Sweet serenity and peace -
All of these completely artless
Indescribably sublime!

As I watched, the apparition
(Captivating me in passing)
Never to return, flew by;
I pursued - but it had gone!
T'was a vision merely fleeting,
Transient illumination
Leaving nothing but a legend
Of its passing through my life!

T'is not ours to harbor
Beauty's spirit - Ah, so pure!
It comes nigh but for a moment
From its heavenly abode;
Like a dream, it slips away,
Like an airy dream of morning:
But in sacred reminiscence
It is married with the heart!

Only in the purest instants
Of our life does it appear
Bringing with it revelations
Beneficial to our hearts;
That our hearts may know of heaven
In this earthly shadow realm,
It allows us momentary
Glimpses through the earthly veil.

And through all that here is lovely,
All that animates our lives,
To our souls it speaks a language
Reassuring and distinct;
When it quits our earthly region
It bestows a gift of love
Glowing in our evening heaven:
"Tis a farewell star for all to see.

VASILY ZHUKOVSKY --
1821

Crapus Maximus

2004-06-17T18:45:00.000+01:00

As the title would suggest there is a maximus of crapus, hitting Astrophella's fanus of late. I received a letter from college today, (U CEE DEE), stating that I had NOT got into mode one Philosophy.I am a little sad, but I have hope, if I kill all the other applicants then I will get in! Or just hope they do not take up the offer. If I don't get mode one, it results in a double type degree, with English and Philosophy, English, for the record, is EVIL. THERE IS STILL HOPE. *hopes* The philosophy department is fantastic, their letter to me was so nice.. an awful word, but it's true. They wished me all the best for summer, hearty congratulations on my passing of the exam, also that I will continue to have an interest in Philosophy, which of course I will, I love it so much. *swoon* Aristotle, mmmm. Socrates, OOOOOOOOh. Not to mention, Neitzsche, oh baby! Then there are the lecturers... Dr. Brian Elliott... with wings... is a Demi-God. No question about it. Anyone who can make a Friday, 10a.m. lecture in Contemporary Western Philosophy... and he was cute with his accent. Yeah, so there you have it, I am hoping beyond hope that the other applicants will cease to exist, due to some non painful lobotomy, etc. and will go on to become very successful in their new chosen course in life, Ag. Science. : ) Woohoo. So to all the Gods and people, pray and pray and use mind control to get me in! Also, Alatriel.... her with the Parisian theme-o-. BRING YO' SH1T OIN!Fo' sho'.

Hassle

2004-06-17T02:02:00.000+01:00

This whole blogger thing is a little more difficult than I had imagined, but it is so much fun. Its such a cute little thing. Aww! Note, Alatriels Parisian Focus. Yeah. I have NO focus, NO FOCUS. But completely fantasic is this. Now, lets see. I have just emailed Dawn! Yay! Movin' house. She has a pool now, which is better than any of us anyday. Listening to the crooning of the lovely miss Norah Jones, BEAUtIful! : )

Butterflies and Stars

2004-06-17T01:38:00.000+01:00

Astrophella, is a name created in error. Astrophel, a section of sonnets in Shakesperes sonnets, it refered to the stars, a mystical sense. Astro - star, phella, then I think comes from the Italian word 'farfelle', meaning butterfly. It was a combination of the two that got confused in my head and formed, Astrophella. That is, stars and butterflies. Two very beautiful things, for very, very different reasons.