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We covered The Childhood Years in a lecture/workshop on Tuesday. The word "fragmentation" stuck in my head, because whenever the lecturer said it, I could imagine someone in glass pieces. Like someone who was already fragile had been broken. It's probably the best way I can describe how I felt for a while. Frag·men·ta·tion   (frăg'mən-tā'shən, -mĕn-) pronunciation n.   1. The act or process of breaking into fragments.   2. The scattering of the fragments of an exploding bomb or other projectile.   3. Computer Science. The scattering of parts of a file throughout a disk, as when t he operating s

I love February. It's such an awesome month. February 2009 marks the second year anniversary of that decision that has changed my life for the better. At times, I do feel like I need to go back on that decision to cope, but I'm proud to say that I have gone through two years sans any self-harm. I am a much happier person now, than I was then. I feel less of a need to project myself and prove everyone wrong. Loosely speaking, less of a teenager. In some ways, I am still at that developmental age, learning about social rules and learning to love. In other ways, developmentally, I'm hopefully around my chronological age. Last night, I went to

I bought a lens for my beloved G9. A fish-eye lens, which I've been itching to get since forever. I've always loved the effect a fish-eye lens offers. Something about feeling as if you're looking out of a fishbowl that captured me. Wouldn't you just love to psychoanalyse that? Here's a sample of the photos from Le Chat Noir's gig at the Perfect 5th in Taunton http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a321/malimin/Canon%20Powershot%20G9/IMG_1352-2.jpg Should I even say it? Please DO NOT STEAL. I recently (well, not quite recently - about three weeks ago) finished reading a book by Stephen Chbosky called The Perks of Being a Wallflower. It remind