Sunday, January 31, 2010

Where the Bluejays Sing


There is a place, West of the sun, where the bluejays - hidden among the trees - never stop singing, and where faeries slip in through your windows at night, sending you sweet dreams of butterflies gliding above the gossamer lake. When the Earth says hello - you will smell the scent of honey syrup - for it's the fire elves' doing, stirring up sweet honey for your delight.
You will find yourself lying in the field of a thousand summers, relishing in the Earth as you listened with your eyes cloed, to the trees telling you its innocent stories, ringing even long after - in your ears.
Or perhaps you'll be lying in the field by Gossamer Lake, transfixed upon the waternymphs, whose voice lure people into the murky waters, devouring them up like a wolf.
Before you go to sleep, you will sit out in the open air by the fire as millions of fireflies dance around you like tiny eyes - winking at you. The place where you can reach up toward the sky ad touch the stars. It's magical.
'So where is it?' you ask. Oh, but see - I cannot tell you the secret. This place where the bluejays sing - hidden among the trees in your backyard. It's there.
Waiting for you, always...
All you have to do is close your eyes
and see.
It is always there. The place where the blujays sing...
[Copyright © 2010 by Candice A. Anderson. All rights reserved; no sticky paws!]

Well hi everyone. I hope you like the photos and the piece I just shared with you guys. I actually took those photos a while ago but I just wanted to share them with you guys. (The piece of prose, too.) The new year has brought me a lot of happiness recently. For some reason I feel revived, new, and refreshed this year. I remember last year there were a lot of ups and downs (mostly downs) for me but so far this year life has been truly wonderful. (Yeah I know I sound really cheesy saying that.)
Yesterday Tori and I participated in Solo & Ensemble Festival. It's a place where band students all across the county play pieces for judges and see how good they are. The highest rating you can get is a 1 (blue medal), the next highest is 2 (red medal) and 3 (no medal). I did a duet with Tori. She played the trumpet and I played the flute and we got a number 1 rating! Phew. I know I'm definitely relieved that we got a 1 because know we both know that our hard work really paid off. Now that that's over with...
Midterms are finally over too. Wanna know what I got on them?
Math: 80% B-
Social Studies: 100% A
Science: 100% A
Language Arts: 98% A (She marked me down two points because supposedly "I needed to make more eyecontact & talk louder? Wow.)
I mean I'm really happy that I got mostly A's but I'm not satisfied. I could have gotten an A on math and 100% on the Language Arts "exam". It's odd. Math is my favorite subject and it was the lowest score? Go figure. I just wish I could have gotten better scores on math and at least two points better on the Language Arts. Haha. It's this thing that comes with being born into a 100% Asian family. Academics are a big thing.
Anyway I'm sure you don't want to listen to me blab all day. So I'll talk you yall people later.

All you need is love,

Friday, January 29, 2010

i'll watch the sunrise with you.

"How do you spell love?
"You don't spell it,
you feel it."

+In case you forgot who you are,
turn around to the people who loves you.
They would remind you of how beautiful
you are.
+What if you could run away
and leave it all behind?
+Love is blind.
That's why we kiss
with our eyes closed.
+You make me happy,
and I'm glad.
+I believe in magic. Do you?
+You've got me smiling again.

All you need is love,

P.S. You guys should check out Chocolat Dreams & Strawberry Kisses (Tori) - she's pretty awesome. So go,go, go check out her blog!

Sunday, January 24, 2010

*Unto the pure all things are pure.


"Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be
something very different from the man of to-day. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism, it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother
in its own soul." -Francis Thompson


*Bible, Titus 1:15

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Secrets Whisperer.


It whispers to me. At night it tells me stories, telling its secrets to me in hushed voices, singing me lullabies at night, dancing, dancing, oh so gracefully in the starry midnight sky. Every night I listen, hoping - hoping - hoping, that it will come back. But she is a wanderer, a chaser, a dream-drifter who laughs and sings and dances in the wind. Almost invisible. Sometimes I see her from far away and think of the nights we had together - just the two of us. Telling stories by the fire. And then when the Sun came out, she would leave - for, you see, she wasn't so fond of light, but for me, she left behind her a trail of colorful dust in the sky. Her symbol every time she ventures off into the world. Oh how I love her and wish she would stay with me forever.
But she is a drifter.
Mesmerizing those who she meets. Some nights I hear her in the distance, little traces of her in the grass, on the flowers, frozen in crystal forms.
But she is never there.
And she's always there.
And if you're lucky, you'll see her today, dancing, dancing, dancing, so gracefully, with the wind.
I saw her today. So beautiful. So graceful. But she did not see me.
She fell that night. For I forgot to tell you, her name, is Rain. And just this morning, before she left, we danced together. Out there on top of the glass hill.

[Copyright © 2010 by Candice Audrey Anderson. All rights reserved.]

Monday, January 18, 2010

Do you know where the sidewalk ends?


There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

[Shel Silverstein]

Do you know where the sidewalk ends,

P.S. I decided to name my guitar Aiden. Thanks everyone for your help! [:

Saturday, January 16, 2010

In the Light of the Moon.


I'm sure I'm not the only one who is happy that we have Monday off (if you live in the US). A three day weekend is just what I need! Especially with midterms coming up. I'm a little worried about Math, but whatever. I'll just cram. Haha. Or... maybe not.

This month has been going incredibly well for me. I feel so free and happy and I don't remember feeling sad or down even once. I feel so bubbly! It has to do with the fact that I'm keeping my resolution so far and being more social. I really have gotten to know plenty of people since January 1st and I love it. Even though life is still pretty boring for me, it's going pretty well - smooth & relaxed.

I've been learning guitar. My dad is amazing at guitar and he's teaching me lots of stuff. Most of you probably already know that I've been playing the piano since I was five, and flute since 6th grade. So why am I playing the guitar too? Well... I guess I have a calling. It's a natural talent, I guess, like some people have a natural talent for sports/ or they're naturally athletic. It's that way with me when it comes to music. It's a way for me to get out there and just let it go.

There's this thing guitarists like to do and that's naming their guitar. Why you ask? It's so you would become attached to it & it would make you practice even more. I like naming things so I thought that I'd do the same thing. (Don't laugh!) Except - if you know me then you'll know that I'm very indecisive & I haven't even decided whether I want to give it a girl or boy name. Haha, I bet you're thinking I'm crazy for wanting to name my guitar. "It's a guitarist thing you wouldn't understand." *Sticks out tongue* Therefore, I need your help. Choose one name from the choices below. It's a pretty honey-coloured Takamine (it looks something like the picture above). Choose wisely. (:

*votes so far
  • Eleanor (after the Beatles' song) *0
  • Luna (after the character from Harry Potter) *3
  • Alice (after the character from Lewis Caroll's book) *1
  • Aiden *3
  • Jason *0
  • Luke *1
It would be nice if it was a boy name because... Well I'm okay with a girl name too but it'd just be nice if the result turned out to be a boy. I'm going to make this into a poll. Go go go! Choose wisely. ^__^

Don't forget my name is,

P.S. I just finished watching the movie Carrie based on the book by Stephen King. So. Freaking. Creepy. They just don't make movies like that anymore.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

I Walk With the Sun

I walk with the sun
by my side,
through fields of 
golden sunflowers
and storms that
collapse as we walk.
I see faces 
of the common people,
they glare at us - 
my step in sync
with the sun - 
striving to steal the sun
away from me. 
And I ask,
"Why do you do this so?"
But they don't say a word 
as we walk hand in hand
towards the light 
on the mountain.

The Hidden Answer.


I want to have some fun with you guys so I've decided I'm going to have a riddle contest. I'll be putting up about 5 riddles and whoever gets at least 3/5 right gets a surprise. Are you ready? :D

1) What row of numbers comes next in this series?


2) A man was to be sentenced, and the judge told him, "You may make a statement. If it is true, I'll sentence you to four years in prison. If it is false, I'll sentence you to six years in prison." After the man made his statement, the judge decided to let him go free. What did the man say?

3) If I say "Everything I tell you is a lie," am I telling you the truth or a lie?

4) Why wasn't Bertha put in jail after killing dozens of people?

5) How many letters are in the alphabet?

Good luck, kid!

Don't forget my name is,

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Don't go back to sleep.


*The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you .
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
Where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.

*[Awake by Rumi]

Today: Try to dream more while you're awake.

All you need is love and,

Monday, January 11, 2010

To ramble on and on...


We're going to have midterms soon. Oh joy. I'm not too worried about Science or Social Studies (the subjects I hate), but I'm sort of worried for Math/Algebra (which I love.) Peculiar. Oh well, at least I know I'm not going to have to worry about the LA "midterm". We're just making word snapshots in that class. In case you don't know what that is, it's a big poster board & all you have to do is decorate it with words about your favourite movies, music, books, etc; your likes and dislikes, your hobbies, & then doodle and make it pretty. That's all. It actually sounds fun. We should do that for all of our midterms, don't you think?

I went to the dentists today. I hate the dentists office. Who doesn't? I fixed one cavity. I have 3 left. Joy. And it's supposedly really bad & deep now. My tooth is still so numb; I just hope after the numbing goes away it doesn't start to hurt. At first it really hurt. I had to start making lists to keep my mind occupied so it wouldn't hurt at much. Somehow, making lists always help me through stuff. But three more cavities to fix! Okay fine. It's my fault. I can't help it though. I have a sweet tooth. I probably have to add another thing to my resolution of 2010: No more candy, sugar, or pop! *Sobbs* I'm scared to brush my teeth in fear that it might hurt. Gosh. It's not going to be a very good month for me if I keep having to go to the dentists office & having to think about my teeth.

Today started off badly. It was snowing really hard and the frickin' bus driver was late. So we had to stay out there in the cold & freeze our butts off.
I'm not sure how to end this post. Sorry for my blabbing. I just feel that I can always tell you guys anything. You guys are like my cyber-family. Rambling on to you guys always make me feel better. I'll try to post something more interesting tomorrow. But for now - I have to go do ... stuff.

Yours truly,

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Mood:(insert mood here)

*Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

*Poem by Dylan Thomas

May the [mass times acceleration] be with you,

P.S. Get it? No...? I guess I'm a dork after all. *sticks out tongue* Mass x acceleration = force. Haha. It was on a funny t-shirt. Just click here! I dare you.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

I Dream of Monsters

I dream of monsters,

except when I awke
they are still there
hovering over my bed,
a chelsea smile on their crooked faces
In the mirrors they lurk, 
taunting me 
with grim smiles.
I see my own face
among them.
Pale faces and purple lips.
A face I do not recognize.
I dream of monsters.
They lurk inside me, 
and I know them all 
too well. 

The a-n-g-e-l on the stairs.


"Tonight the s k y above
Reminds me how to l o v e
W a l k i n g through wintertime
Where the stars all s h i n e

The a n g e l on the stairs
will tell you I was there
Under the front porch light
On a m y s t e r y night

I've been sitting w a t c h i n g life pass from the sidelines
Been waiting for a d r e a m to seep in through my b l i n d s
I wondered what might h a p p e n if I left this a l l behind
Would the
w i n d be at my back?
Could I get you off my m i n d
This time....?

The neon lights in bars
And h e a d l i g h t s from the c a r s
Have started a symphony
Surrounding Me
The things I l e f t behind
Have m e l t e d in my mind
And now there's a p u r i t y
Inside of me

I've been sitting w a t c h i n g life pass from the sidelines
Been waiting for a d r e a m to seep in through my b l i n d s
I wondered what might h a p p e n if I left this a l l behind
Would the
w i n d be at my back?
Could I get you off my m i n d
This time....?

I've been sitting w a t c h i n g life pass from the sidelines
Been waiting for a d r e a m to seep in through my b l i n d s
I wondered what might h a p p e n if I left this a l l behind
Would the
w i n d be at my back?
Could I get you off my m i n d
This time....?"


Song: This Time by Jonathan Rhys Meyers [August Rush Soundtrack]

*Wanna listen to this song? Scroll to the bottom of the page for my
music player. It'll be the very last song on the list.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

The Beast

Pack up your things
Your work here is done
A slave to the beast
No mercy with time
No mercy with time

They brand you with the fire
Then push you into the sun
They want the free land to expire
They want everyone to be numb
The worlds drinking from a cup that no one wants to share
Words from the king that no one wants to hear

Don’t be running late are you on time today
Don’t be running late are you on time today
Don’t be running late are you on time today
Don’t be running late are you on time today

Retrench me because of machines
Kids trading roses for guns
Track marks under the sleeve
I can’t talk I need to run
Loves thrown away the ring
Not knowing what to say
Mama won’t you sing
It’s like you’re cut by the blade

Don’t be running late are you on time today
Don’t be running late are you on time today
Don’t be running late are you on time today
Don’t be running late are you on time today

Don’t be running late are you on time today
Don’t be running late are you on time today
Don’t be running late are you on time today
Don’t be running late are you on time today
Don’t be running late

Don’t be running late till the end

*SONG: The Beast|ARTIST(S): Angus & Julia Stone|ALBUM: Big Change - Songs for FINCA

Monday, January 4, 2010

I Walk With Death

I walk hand in hand

with Death.
He is my soulmate
and I am his mistress.
We cleanse one another 
with the blood 
of a thousand innocent victims 
smiles on our faces
as we commit sin.
Our nails tearing through
her human flesh,
blood pouring from her heart of blackness.
The end.
of everything.

Rawr! Fear me.


When the going gets rough and you feel like you may fallJust look on the brightside - youre roughly six feet tallDid it hurt when you fell from heaven?/Did it hurt just to know I was right here waiting?
Hellothere! I just got back from school about an hour ago and I am oddly very very hungry. It probably has to do with the fact that lunch for me is at 10:30. It's not even lunch! (It's more like...brunch.) I'm not sure why I decided to put up the 3 pictures of myself. Just for the heck of it, I guess. It's me as a hippie! Whoo! Haha. That's what I wore to school today. Sigh. Today. Was the first day back from break. Midterms are just 2 weeks ago. Spare me the pain please? This morning I was ready. I was happy and bold & while I was in school everything seemed to be going exceptionally well.

Looking back, I'm not so sure. I'm beginning to feel a little bit annoyed, but that may just be because of my PMS and hungry stomach. It has been extremely cold these past few days; like, negative a million degrees, perhaps? Okay, now I'm just rambling on and on because I'm not sure what else to do. I don't have any homework as of now. I feel like telling you whatever comes to mind. 1) I hate Social Studies; it's so incredibly boring & my teacher is making us do a project where we have to teach the class something; I hate public speaking period; I absolutely hate going up in front of the class. 2) This girl in my Social Studies class is really starting to make me hate her a little bit. She's always bringing attention to herself and whining about crap that she thinks everyone should care about because it's about her. Just for attention. And to be honest - she's sorta mean; but no one else seems to notice or mind. It's probably because she's "popular". 3) Why am I rambling on and on? I'm sure you'd rather be doing something else, rather than just reading what I have to say (or write.) 4)Christofer Drew Ingle is amazing. He's doing a tour sort of near where I live and I really want to go! It's on May 6th. I hope I can go. It's on a Thursday though. 5) I am really annoyed with Sophia right now. 6) I should stop being so nice to people. 7) I really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY want to see Nevershoutnever! on the May 6th tour. (The tour along with The Cab and Hey Monday...)

Well, goodbye. Gonna go get something to eat and then make a phone call.

Candice; Candy. ♥
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