TOK is actually influencing me?!?!

I am listening to Imogen Heap! Alas, I have found an indie techno band that of which I looooove. :)

One more thing to note: I got a journal a few weeks ago (Eco friendly, of course: made of sugarcane!!) which has remained blank for quite a while (aside from two of my favorite songs; ones that I have written) ..... But I've finally figured out what it will be used as.

No so much of a journal...
But a keepsake of memories, thoughts, and perceptions.

Pretty much my brains romantic thoughts on life. Looking at the deeper meanings of things and such.

Man.
I sound like an IB TOK nerddddd. XD

http://salutlebonheur.blog.com/

I have started yet another blog. :) For my more...'serious'...pieces. :) 


Check it out. Enjoy. 


Peace, Love, and Granola,
Jazzy. 

I'm In Love.

With Yann Tiersen ;)

He's a composer, no worries. :)
Best music I've heard in a long time. It's so captivating....enthralling....makes me want to dance...it's exhilarating.
I feel like going on adventures, skydiving, running and never stopping when I hear his collaborations.

Spinny
Swoony
Loving
Luring

It is just so very inspiring.

Questions II

To add to what I said earlier....titled Questions...
well.
Here.

See, I just read my devotions.
Man.
It's like God was talking directly to me.

"The more difficult your day, the more I yearn to help you. Anxiety wraps you up in yourself, trapping you in your own thoughts. When you look to Me and whisper My Name, you break free and receive My help. Focus on Me, and you will find Peace in My Presence."
- Jesus Calling by Sarah Young

Hvers vegna get ég nennir jafnvel?

Questions.

I've come upon yet another questioning stanza in my rhyme of life.

Only....it's not whether or whether not I've made the right choices.

No...
Nothing like that.

More like.....
Why this?
Why that?

I'm trusting God.
Knowing all will work out.

Knowing...Praying...and Hoping....that I can soon dig deeper, rather than just scratch the surface.

Ég er því miður.

Riding the Tides

Virtually.....Life is like a glass bottle. We....are like glass bottles.

We float in the tides waiting to reach dry land.
We ride the waves...
We sink....we float....we crash....

And sometimes we break.

Say someone finds our broken pieces, though. Say someone (of a greater being) melts our pieces with his own creation....with his own fire.
Say.....let's say....he makes us new again.

Say....he puts back out in the water again....but this time....He controls the water.....He controls the tides.....
and we float with the strengths and abilities....the density and being that which he has given us.


Life is like a glass bottle.
I am a glass bottle.

And...right now...
I feel like floating against the greater tides.....so....I'm rising from where I've sunk....and I'm going to ride them waves.
I think the only way I'll be able to float up from the depths I'm in....the only way I can get out of this current that's dragging me on to no purpose....is to call on my Maker.



Bring 'em on, baby. Bring 'em on.

Note.

Note that I'm going to postpone that blogpost.....I forget what number it is.
But I'm not ready to write it.
The one about what's in my bag.

I want to wait until I find a messenger bag and do a funky photo........If I don't find a side messenger bag by the end of the next two weeks (I'm on spring break) I'll just letcha know what's in my bag and get on with the thirty-day challenge.

For now.
I will write.

I'm Racist Against that Racist Coffee.

Why are you reading this blogpost?
You shouldn't be.
You should be watching this amazing video:
http://www.youtube.com/user/juliansmith87?blend=1&ob=4#p/u/16/APyr48GACzc

You Need to Watch This.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igCj3jsbcqs&feature=player_embedded

Oh boy.

"Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart." ~Martin Luther King, Jr.

When I had read this quote sometime around last year, I rotated the word "love" around, and managed to impliment it into the sentences. I loved it. It's a super quote if you're going that way.

But what of....broken love?
That is what came to mind yesterday.
Broken love.

 have a lot to say about this idea....(so to speak....of broken love.
But I will not state my opinions as much as I want to.

However, there's this one flaw:

Achieving the "unutterable--" -Wait.....fulfillment?
Is there any fulfillment in broken love?


My opinion: sometimes.
Why?
Because if you continue to hope, grow, and have faith....sometimes you can find that thing called perfected love, which you may have only come to terms with if you had found broken love....

Does that make sense?

How Do You Like My Bugs Eye View Pics?

I am in photography class and had the onus to upload my three edited bug's eye view pictures.

Thank you Adobe Photoshop Lightroom 3.2 for making this possible.