Sweet, Happy Tear – Post Six-Hundred-Forty-Seven

Happiness comes from within.

 

Au revoir,

Gigi 

A Beautiful Word is One we Have to Work To Understand – Post Six-Hundred-Forty-Six

THE IT LIST

Acquiring an SLR
Acquiring a Polaroid
Finishing ‘The Notebook Theme’
Writing a novel
Seeing Paris in the Spring
Acquiring an old-fashion typewriter
Watching all of Judy Garland’s films
Singing in front of a group
Not speaking one word for a whole day
Learning Spanish, Italian, and French
Riding a Moped
Riding a horse with no saddle
Reading Kon Tiki
Creating my own personal library
Filling out a journal
Reading the Bible cover to cover
Reading Pilgrim’s Progress
Capturing love in a photograph
Starting a photography business
Earning a Medical Transcription certificate
Getting a job
Moving out
Spending a day at the Hawthorne District
Spending a day at the Saturday Market
Tattooing my side with meaning
Riding the bus
Taking a road trip to Forks, La Push and Port Angeles, Washington
Finishing a jawbreaker
Reading 20 books written about Jacqueline Kennedy
Reading “She Said Yes”
Watching the greatest movies filmed in 1939 and reading each film’s book
Watching all Alfred Hitchcock movies
Doing a 365 project
Acquiring a DSLR
Finishing “A Collection of Thoughts”
Seeing the Bodies exhibit
Taking care of a Bonsai tree
Publishing my Poetry as a book
Meeting a Person for Each Birthday of a Year
Opening my Own Gallery of my Best Work in Photography
Taking Art Classes to learn the technical side of Painting and Drawing
Spending a day in a field of red poppies taking a photoshoot and relaxing with my honey
Reading at least one book of all the author’s on the big painting in Barnes and Noble cafes
Creating a Heart shape with Polaroid photography I take
Reading all of Shakespeare & watching one movie for each
Spending a day at Ikea with my love
Watching all of Jane Seymour and Charlton Heston‘s movies
Seeing both of the homes I grew up in years from now
Having Kevin teach me how to use chopsticks
Completing the Marilyn Monroe mosaic puzzle
Filling a jar full of origami stars for each wish or prayer
Learning each of my heritage’s language
Attending a Midnight premiere
Being at Time Square, New York on New Year’s Eve
Being at the Beach when it Snows
Reading every book on the BBC 100 book list
Reading every Disney Classics’ movie based on a book
Not adding 1 item until 7 are crossed off
Having a Pen Pal from a different country
Listing at least 3 things I am thankful for each day for a year
Visiting Claude Monet’s house
Throwing a message in a bottle to the sea
Reading/Owning all of Nicholas Sparks’ books
Playing tictactoe in the sand on the beach
Throwing a dart at a map of the world and going where it lands
Riding an elephant
Posting 1 vocabulary word a day describing who I am for a year
Visiting South and North Carolina
Finding the old truck in the article my grandmother gave to me and taking a photo of it
Participating in Relay for Life
Eating breakfast at Tiffany’s in New York
Reading (at least) 1 book in a different language
Reading all 93 books that Jacqueline Kennedy edited
Visiting my great grandmother and great grandfather’s graves
Reading all (original) Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew books
Creating a 50-line poem with a photo associated to each line
Creating a daisy chain
Sending a post script to Postsecret
Writing a poem in another language
Being a part of the Holi Festival

I think it would be beautiful to write a poem in another language. I’m fascinated with the Hindi language; there’s just something so perpetually graceful and beautiful about it. Maybe I’ll be fluent enough to write a whole novel of poetry in another language someday. (:

I apologize for the nearly wordless, random post about India yesterday. If you didn’t already look it up or figure it out, the Hindi words were the title.
For some reason, especially as of late, I’ve had a passion for India. I want to visit there. I want to stay there for a few months. I think that will be my initial first travel goal: India. Hopefully I’ll be able to make it either a couple months before or directly before the Holi Festival of Colors. I want to partake in that celebration. Did I add that to my It list already? I’m not sure I did. I’ll add it right now.

Au revoir,

Gigi

India, My Passion is in You – Post Six-Hundred-Forty-Five

मेरा जुनून आप में रहता है.
Mērā junūna āpa mēṁ rahatā hai.

You Are Wonderful. I Miss You. – Post Six-Hundred-Forty-Four

Happy Mother’s Day to the best,
most loving,
most caring,
funniest,
strongest,
most fearless,
most beautiful,
most God-loving woman who raised me up to be who I am today.

You are the one and only best Mum God could ever bless me with.
I love you dearly ❤

Au revoir,

Your Little Girl

I Do Believe This is a Silent Day – Post Six-Hundred-Forty-Three

Hello, dears.
I’m quite sure that, once finished with work, I’ll be heading downtown to sketch and take photos. The day is just too nice to pass up. Plus, tomorrow is my day off, so I have no commitments I must be responsible towards. 
How lovely, indeed. (:
What are your plans for this beautiful day? 

Au revoir,

Gigi

Sing, Nightingale – Post Six-Hundred-Forty-Two

I’ve lost a love,
& loved during a loss.
The pain of a story untold,
Unbearably cold and trite.
A Nightingale in the night,
Her mournful song portrays
Those who’ve relinquished their fears
Upon a storybook revelation.
The tearful girl, she ran away
The searing pain too ruthless for her tender heart.
The Nightingale, she sings again.
Mourning the loss of tender innocence and love.

 Au revoir,

Gigi

Oh I Miss the Comfort of This House – Post Six-Hundred-Forty-One

How I love band finds.
I love their simplicity.

Just so you all know.. you may get a bit of film photography heading your way, depending on if I can spare the $5 it takes to develop it at good ol’ Freddy’s. Let’s hope. I’m excited to see them. (:

I’m feeling much better. I know God is always going to provide, no matter my state. As long as I keep Him in my heart and mind, I’ll always be safe.

Au revoir,

Gigi 

I’ve Come to a Conclusion – Post Six-Hundred-Forty

I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to get the hell out of this town.
I need to travel. I need to feel out of control. I need to move to some distant place that I’ve never been, where no one knows me, and where I can just breathe and be by myself away from everything I know.
It sounds lovely.

So, what’s the plan, Stan? There is none. I’m going to leave it to God. When He decides it’s time, I’m going to pack my bags and go.
And write. Write all the time. And photograph. Photograph everything.

Au revoir,

Gigi

Stubborn Love, Hopeless March – Post Six-Hundred-Thirty-Nine

Listen, sweet love
To the terror of her heart
As you sweep in too close
Hopelessly she closes her eyes
Feeling the breath of a lover upon her lips
Her fear is relinquished, the damage is naught.
She’s fallen again, though to fight she ought.

Listen to this song. It’s so wondrous. I love new discoveries (: any one of you have any suggestions?

Au revoir,

Gigi

P.S. Poem located below video is my own. 

Art, Poetry, Love – Post Six-Hundred-Thirty-Seven

Ever since I found out how to open the back of my AE-1 I’ve been taking photos as often as possible. I missed film so much. I cannot wait to see the outcome of these photos.

On top of that I’ve recently been accepted to 2 different part time positions and, as a result, am exhausted beyond belief. The good news is, though, due to the many hours spent riding Trimet, I’ve had more time to read. I recently finished “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”, which I adored (I love British humor.) I then began to read “Tarzan of the Apes”, which I’m three-quarters of the way through. I find it a tad peculiar, but I’m still enjoying it immensely. I’m so happy about being forced to take the time to read, otherwise I’d be awfully bored on those long bus rides to and from work.

Au revoir,

Gigi