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:-) [31 May 2004|12:59am]

applehazelnut
What exactly is this community for anyways? Wouldn't it be easier if I just add all of you to my friends list? There's only like 5 of us... I think I'll do that instead. :-P
5 whispers| speak softly

[01 May 2004|01:23am]

jumplilkid

This is from my regular journal, but I wanted you guys to read it.

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this place needs an update... [11 Apr 2004|08:44pm]

essymadeline
[ mood | thankful ]

I have been bad with writing here... Most of the time when I have something really special to say I just write it in my REAL journal (as in on paper :)). And in my lj I just write about events in my life. But here I am again...

Life has been wonderful recently, and I know for some of you as well. ;) I'm enjoying the joyous holiday of Christ's ressurrection and at the same time I'm also enjoying the front side of the Pacific Ocean. A few days ago I was enjoying the desert.

I always knew that I love the ocean. I felt drawn to it as long as I can remember. And recently I realized that the desert fascinates me as much as the ocean. So I began wondering why...

One day when I was having some solitude time on a top of a hill in the desert I finally came to a conclusion what it is. Both in case of the ocean and the desert. You see no boundaries. There is complete freedom, you don't see anyone nor anything. It's all yours to fill up with your imagination and your own thoughts. You are not bombarded with civilization and you can't really hear any noise, apart from the one that is natural for that place. No wonder even Jesus for his devotions went away to the desert. It is THE place to be when you need to think, pray and meditate.

That is why I love it more than anything. Two very different things, yet they have so much in common. Freedom of imagination, freedom of thought.

speak softly

"The sorceress of iridescent language" [03 Feb 2004|09:05pm]

jumplilkid
[ mood | calm ]

Has anyone read stuff by Francesca Lia Block? If you haven't, you should. The first work of hers I read was Weetzie Bat over Spring Break last year. It was weird, but I couldn't put it down. Then over the summer I read Girl Goddess #9, a compilation of short stories. I finished Echo last week, and now I'm sure that I'm completely in love with her style of writing. I love books.
Also, do any of you have interests in zines? I picked up a few and they seem really interesting and fun. I am trying to put together one of my own.

2 whispers| speak softly

[30 Jan 2004|12:18pm]

essymadeline
Those of you who also have myself on your friends list, I appplogize for repeating myself.

I just thought I would share my favorite poem with you. I just got the English translation, so here it is...

GIFT
by Czeslaw Milosz

A day so happy.
Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
There is nothing on earth I wanted to possess.
I knew no one worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that I was once the same man did not embarass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
When straigtening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.
1 whisper| speak softly

Question! [29 Jan 2004|07:12pm]

cap_virgo_leo
[ mood | stressed ]

Figured it best to ask the ladies... ;)

How do you relax?

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The Portrait Of A Lady [27 Jan 2004|04:50pm]

jumplilkid
[ mood | contemplative ]

Last semester we read this excerpt in my AP Lit class. I was very interested in it and was wondering if any of you had read the book before. Things like this intrigue me, so any other recommendations would also be appreciated.

"When you've lived as long as I you'll see that every human being has his shell and that you must take the shell into account. By the shell I mean the whole envelope of circumstances. There's no such thing as an isolated man or woman; we're each of us made up of some cluster of appurtenances. What shall we call our 'self'? Where does it begin? Where does it end? It overflows into everything that belongs to us- and then it flows back again. I know a large part of myself is in the clothes I choose to wear. I've a great respect for things! One's self- for other people- is one's expression of one's self; and one's house, one's furniture, one's garments, the books one reads, the company one keeps- these things are all expressive."
This was very metaphysical; not more so, however, than several observations Madame Merle had already made. Isabel was fond of metaphysics, but was unable to accompany her friend into this bold analysis of the human personality. "I don't agree with you. I think just the other way. I don't know whether I succeed in expressing myself, but I know that nothing else expresses me. Nothing that belongs to me is any measure of me; everything's on the contrary a limit, a barrier, and a perfectly arbitrary one. Certainly the clothes which, as you say, I choose to wear, don't express me; and heaven forbid they should!"
"You dress very well," Madame Merle lightly interposed.
"Possibly; but I don't care to be judged by that. My clothes may express the dressmaker, but they don't express me. To begin with it's not my own choice that I wear them; they're imposed uopn me by society."
"Should you prefer to go without then?" Madame Merle inquired in a tone which virtually terminated the discussion.

Also, I was wondering what your thoughts on this were.
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Purpose [25 Jan 2004|10:36pm]

jumplilkid
[ mood | curious ]

Tonight's topic of discussion at church was "What is your purpose in life?" Everyone knew that the 'correct' answer to this was "to glorify God," so naturally that was the only answer anyone really gave. But I just don't see why a question so deep has to have such a simplistic answer. Of course my life should glorify God, but shouldn't a true answer contain more detail than that? And isn't each day comprised of individual purposes in addition to the ultimate purpose?

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tattoo [22 Jan 2004|01:59pm]

spirituelle
[ mood | curious ]

A dear friend of mine asked if I would like to get a tattoo with her. We met when we were both lost, and have since then drawn closer to God & become stronger in our faith. She thought of getting a tattoo of seven stars. In the book of Revelation, these stars represent seven angels of the seven churches. In this way, the tattoos would represent something of which we firmly believe. I like the idea & I'm flattered that she considers me such a close friend, but I'm honestly a bit nervous about the thought of getting tattooed! What do you ladies think & what would you do in my position?

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members [21 Jan 2004|06:14pm]

spirituelle
Ladies~

If you know of anyone else who would like to join this community, please let me know & I'll be sure to send them an invitation.
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A movie recommendation from yours truly... [17 Jan 2004|06:48pm]

cap_virgo_leo
[ mood | nostalgic ]

If you haven't already: Go see Big Fish.

Very surreal, whimsical, artsy.... but extremely heart-warming.

Yes. I cried.

IMO, I can see why it has made it to #1 at the box office. I definately thought it was better than 'Return of The King'... (but not better than the entire LoTR trilogy)

Enjoy!

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Hello! [15 Jan 2004|08:00am]

cap_virgo_leo
[ mood | hopeful ]

Thank you for the warm welcome. :) This sounds like a lovely community. :) -- If you're wondering how I came across, I was looking up communities that shared my interests - and this was one of the first ones that came up.

I'll start off by introducing myself...

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This community especially caught my eye because I consider myself a person of sophistication and class - I certainly care how I present myself to the world, and I care what I put into it: I want it to be my very best.

Thanks again for the invite - this looks like a wonderful circle of friends. I hope to hear from you all soon. :)

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Re: Faith [11 Jan 2004|01:28am]

jumplilkid
[ mood | contemplative ]

Honestly I am so excited about this community. It seems too perfect in so many ways. I've wanted to post something in it for a while now, but I wanted my first post to be good, so I waited until I had something important to say first. I want you guys to know a little more about me, so I thought I might share a little about my faith, since that seems to be something important to you all as well. (Which makes me very, very happy.)

Yesterday, a man named Aaron Young moved here. Right after school, I drove to his new house with a couple of friends to help carry furniture and things inside.

When I was in the 6th grade, Aaron and his wife had just moved here from California and began their jobs as youth directors for a small, methodist church in a suburb of Atlanta. My parents said the youth group would be wonderful, and they were right. Over the next three years, Aaron, and his wife, Kimberly, taught me more about myself and about God than anyone I had ever met. My entire middle-school life revolved around church, mission trips, retreats, and bible study groups.

The last time I remember really taking a huge step in my faith was one Sunday, which we dubbed ‘Youth Sunday.’ There were a few youth speakers for each of the 3 services, and I was one of them. It may sound dumb, but I think that was the hardest thing I’ve ever voluntarily done. I shared my testimony and talked about memories and about things I’d learned and about how lucky I was to have Aaron and Kimberly. I remember shaking a lot and nearly crying. I remember the looks on specific people’s faces watching me as I spoke. I remember feeling like God loved me so much, especially at that moment.

Then one day in September of my 9th grade year, Aaron was fired without explanation or warning. He wasn’t even allowed back on church grounds to say goodbye. I remember that day like it was yesterday:

A few of the student leaders had started a student-lead bible study group called ‘The Red Pill’ (as in the path of truth in the matrix.) We were sitting on couches discussing James when a guy came in and told us to come with him quick, we all had to go to Aaron’s house. None of us had a clue what was going on, but no one had answers, so we all piled in cars and drove. We passed around cell-phones and called our parents to let them know where we were going, but nothing was clear even to us. When we got there we all sat in a circle in his living room. He looked shaken. And then he told us. And we cried. All of us. I’ve never been so shocked or so upset. And it was more like a nightmare than real life to me. Aaron and Kimberly had always talked about how they wanted to see us grow up and graduate from highschool. I thought things would just always be like that. I never expected my life to change.

There was somewhat of a riot at the church that night. The preacher talked a lot. We had so many questions. It was informal and unplanned, but it was inevitable. My high opinion of our preacher and of other leaders in the church was crushed and I left late that night, confused, angry, and overwhelmed. And the worst part- my dad was on the committee that fired him. I spent the night with my best friend, Brooke. I have never cried so much in my life. And since that day, nothing has ever been the same. Aaron and Kimberly moved to Colorado.

Fast forward three years and I no longer attend church with my family. I go to a different church on my own. The youth group is good (nothing ever compared to Aaron), and I respect the people who go there. I have finally settled and accepted life as it is, and am determined to make the most of what I have. I have developed new relationships and even love the youth leaders. I am finally happy.

And now Aaron’s back. He’s been hired as the new youth director at the church I am currently attending. So yeah, I don’t really know what to make of it. I am a little afraid even. But I’m excited, because I have missed his voice, his enthusiasm, and his motivation. I know things will never be exactly like they used to be, but it’s kinda cool that he came back my senior year- so he gets to see us graduate- just like he wanted to.

And that’s my story. Sorry, it’s so long, I didn’t mean for it to be.

1 whisper| speak softly

tumbling down [10 Jan 2004|10:40pm]

spirituelle
[ mood | melancholy ]

Will I ever find anyone? Ever? Someone I can put up with & who can put up with me? Someone who will love me as much as I'm dying to love? A man who will take the highs with the lows, the pleasure with the pain? I'm willing to jump into that fire, yet I fear I will never find someone willing to hold my hand through it all. *sigh* I'm so lonely & in such a state of stagnation. I'm trying to make the most of what I have. I'm trying to look on the bright side of things. I'm trying to make the right decisions. So why am I so miserable? Ah, the acute pain of being such a sensitive soul...

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faith [10 Jan 2004|02:29am]

spirituelle
I chose to make this a closed community because I want the foundation of faith to be clear. Our community café must be based on trust & friendship. I was in dire need of such a community. Thus, the creation of *classycafé*! I wanted a safe, loving & friendly environment where I could share my deepest thoughts with fellow classy ladies...and gentlemen! The members of this café will grow slowly, yet surely & our sense of community will be ever so strong!

*+*+*+* Goodnight, darlings *+*+*+*
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New Year's Resolutions... [05 Jan 2004|02:08pm]

essymadeline
[ mood | busy ]

I'm back by my computer... Love to you all, classy ladies, for the 2004! I am thrilled to see that there are more and more of us.

How do I want to change this year, what has been my resolution? (apart from all the little ones that we all have). I decided to treat life and people more seriously. Keep me accountable! ;) I need to figure out what I want to do with myself in terms of school, work, place to live... And my lil boy, Peter... I do not deserve him. Once again I behaved like a b... and he never let go of my hand. He sees a human being in me. Long distance is hard. It will be a shorter distance if I end up in NYC in 2005. Hopefully...

So my options are:
- stay in California and do my Master's there, while I still can work in Hollywood etc.
- graduate from CA with a BA and go to Europe, work for a while and do my Masters maybe later
- similar thing, but instead of working in Europe, work somewhere in Cali
- graduate with a BA and move to NYC for grad school and work
- forget it all and do something completely different...

1 whisper| speak softly

**cheers** [04 Jan 2004|08:40pm]

spirituelle
[ mood | cheerful ]

Hello ladies! This new year calls for many changes. I trust everyone had a fabulous New Year's Eve. I enjoyed a rather mellow night - ideal for reflection & introspection. This shall be a wonderful year, indeed!

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très fabuleuse! [01 Jan 2004|10:29pm]

silentstarlet
I found The Collected Stories of Colette at a local bookstore. I'm so thrilled! This book "brings together in one volume for the first time in any language the comprehensive collection of short stories by the novelist known worldwide as Colette, and now acknowledged, with Proust, as the most original French narrative writer of the first half of (the 20th) century. Of the one hundred stories gathered here, thirty-one appear for the first time in English and another twenty-nine have been newly translated for this volume." Quite a treasure, I must say!
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wonder [30 Dec 2003|06:57pm]

silentstarlet
[ mood | curious ]

A friend of mine called tonight. Scott. I met him in high school...dated a little...and we ended up close friends. He's living in Minneapolis right now & considering going to graduate school in CA. Hearing this ignited a spark within me. Should I return to college? If so, where? How? What should I study? Philosophy? French? Can I even afford to go back? I miss it terribly at times. Such unfortunate circumstances took me out of school. Would I be able to rise above it all & face my fears? Is this truly what I want? Truly what I should do? I know no one can answer these questions for me. Only God...

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true love [26 Dec 2003|04:08am]

silentstarlet
When I feel as though I've been knocked down...

When I feel like my heart's been ripped out...

When I feel that I'm drowning in my tears...

I pray.

(it took me a long time to learn this)

I've learned to look to God in all times. High. Low. Happy. Sad. Bright. Dark.

Always remember: God is Love!
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