Jónsi - Icicle Sleeves

MISSING: 'Hope'. Reward If Found.

It was a little something that had been escaping me,

The sound of it was fleeting and it's face I could not see.

I thought that it might be the winds that blew it far from me,

Perhaps the storms had shaken it and then caused it to flee.

Oh how I hate the storms and winds for taking it from me.

I searched for it in alley ways and in the deepest seas,

I looked for it in friendships- it was nowhere to be seen.

Where can I find that something that has been escaping me?

I read of it in holy books, they promised it would be

An ever-present comfort source in any time of need.

Why does it feel these holy books are telling lies to me?

Exhausted, I gave up my search and made a heartfelt plea,

For I was down and broken and lost from searching endlessly.

So I lay down and held my heart and whispered quietly:

In my darkest hour, will you come and rescue me?

I've searched for you with all my soul, your light I long to see.

Those people say I need you and I cannot disagree,

And those holy books, they promise that you'll never cease to be.

I need your arms to hold me up, your light to let me see.

So in my darkest hour, will you come and rescue me?

Oh in my darkest hour, will you come and rescue me?

I had an impulse, a bee-in-my-bonnet if you will. And suddenly I decided I wanted to paint. So I did. Boy it feels good to do something spontaneous sometimes..

But I'm not finished of-course..

Veronica Maggio - Välkommen In

It's coming to that time of the year again.

School, 60%. Homework, 25%. Sleep, 12%. Time for Anoosha to live, oh around 3%.

Hence why I have not blogged for the whole of March.

And I do apologise.

My first year of VCE is proving to be hell. For any followers not from Victoria, VCE stands for Victorian Certificate of Education, and it runs for the last two years of ones secondary schooling. In a nutshell, everything before VCE was absolutely useless and meaningless and even year 11 is just preparation for year 12- the do or die stage. Year 12 and your performance throughout it has the potential to dictate your future and your career.

Actually no, that's a little far-fetched. But if you totally disregard the importance of study and self-motivation, you could very well find yourself with limited opportunities.

Well that's what's been drilled into me since I was about twelve anyway. I could be wrong, but the adults around me have absolutely scared me senseless, and so I refuse to slack off over the next two years; thus being the reason I have no time to blog

And that was one pointless rambling for you. You're welcome.

The only reason I'm blogging now is because I'm sick and it hurts to do anything else. Not only do I have a cold which has plagued me for the past three days, but I also have some bizzarre kind of stomach pain that comes and goes in waves. I feel like one of my internal organs might be at the point of blowing up, and then occasionally the pain travels down and I feel as if my ovaries are knotting themselves. Sometimes it gets so painful that I cant move, but at the moment I'm well enough to sit with my laptop and blog.

But the pain is kicking in again.

So before I leave to possibly dose myself up on more painkillers and try to sleep the hurty-ness away, I'll apologize once more for abandoning Jack's House and anyone following. I promise to make more time over the upcoming Easter break.

Much love,

Anoosha.