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(no subject)	[Sep. 30th, 2008\|02:29 am]Hana.
for anyone who hasn't seen the video clip: my night as vince vom and regrets
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(no subject)	[May. 26th, 2008\|08:45 pm]Hana.
stroll in 11am. "i fucking love the new hana". so do i
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(no subject)	[May. 19th, 2008\|10:57 pm]Hana.
the shadows will break your heart. you can see them float and they don't know. can i get a witness?
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(no subject)	[Mar. 26th, 2008\|10:10 am]Hana.
when dreaming takes you where you want to be, picture where you'd like to gotake your time but always know you're there
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(no subject)	[Jan. 10th, 2008\|09:27 am]Hana.
thank fuck. something to make my day.cocorosie in march. i couldn't be any more happier and excited right now
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(no subject)	[Dec. 18th, 2007\|09:28 am]Hana.
i'm prepared for everything.
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(no subject)	[Dec. 8th, 2007\|09:48 pm]Hana.
nam myoho renge kyo.
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(no subject)	[Oct. 1st, 2007\|09:05 am]Hana.
i'm in japan at the moment, and i'm so glad i'm at that age to truly appreciate the beauty of everything and how incedible it is here. yesterday was my obachan's memorial service. it was at the old temple we all grew up in, and as soon as mark and i walked in through the doors, we realized it was a lot smaller than we had always thought. scary. we even saw some of our handmade baseballs still in the lighting on the roof from when we were 8. so many memories at this place!! but the new priest has nothing over my otousan. otousan's prayers were always the most beautiful to listen to, even how he would hit the gong so nicely. many priests came from shizuoka for the service to help, and afterwards we all drank lots of sake and beer and smoked lots and lots of cigarettes in the tatami room. i met so many people of my extended family, and they had never met any of us, or haven't seen us for 15 years and it was just really amazing. we all got really drunk and it was the most fun i've had in a long time. & i knew they were both there.we are about to go to tokyo now and go shopping and take photos. so i hope everybody is having an amazing time, and everyone in melbourne go to barkly street and take care of my wozzzza&fams. i love ya. xx
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[Oct. 1st, 2007|09:05 am]Hana.

i'm in japan at the moment, and i'm so glad i'm at that age to truly appreciate the beauty of everything and how incedible it is here. yesterday was my obachan's memorial service. it was at the old temple we all grew up in, and as soon as mark and i walked in through the doors, we realized it was a lot smaller than we had always thought. scary. we even saw some of our handmade baseballs still in the lighting on the roof from when we were 8. so many memories at this place!! but the new priest has nothing over my otousan. otousan's prayers were always the most beautiful to listen to, even how he would hit the gong so nicely. many priests came from shizuoka for the service to help, and afterwards we all drank lots of sake and beer and smoked lots and lots of cigarettes in the tatami room. i met so many people of my extended family, and they had never met any of us, or haven't seen us for 15 years and it was just really amazing. we all got really drunk and it was the most fun i've had in a long time. & i knew they were both there.we are about to go to tokyo now and go shopping and take photos. so i hope everybody is having an amazing time, and everyone in melbourne go to barkly street and take care of my wozzzza&fams. i love ya. xx

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(no subject)	[Jul. 22nd, 2007\|02:19 pm]Hana.
sometimes i get up early and even my soul is wet.far away the sea sounds and resounds.this is a port.here i love you.here i love you and the horizon hides you in vain.i love you still among these cold things.sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vesselsthat cross the sea towards no arrival.i see myself forgotten like those old anchors.the piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.my life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.i love what i do not have.my loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.but night comes and starts to sing to me.the moon turns its clockwork dream.the biggest stars look at me with your eyes.and as i love you, the pines in the windwant to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
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[Jul. 22nd, 2007|02:19 pm]Hana.

sometimes i get up early and even my soul is wet.far away the sea sounds and resounds.this is a port.here i love you.here i love you and the horizon hides you in vain.i love you still among these cold things.sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vesselsthat cross the sea towards no arrival.i see myself forgotten like those old anchors.the piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.my life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.i love what i do not have.my loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.but night comes and starts to sing to me.the moon turns its clockwork dream.the biggest stars look at me with your eyes.and as i love you, the pines in the windwant to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

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(no subject)	[Jul. 8th, 2007\|11:43 am]Hana.
in a big big way, i am really small.
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