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Pamela
- London
- Last Record: 2013-05-13 17:05:55 +0100
- Joined: Aug 05, 2010
- http://twitter.com/pam...
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As much as I love cities (they are new, busy, loud, crazy places for me after a lifetime in the country), a little bit of me will always love the peace and beauty of the Highlands of Scotland. I ha...
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A little girl was cutting her heart into pieces.
“What are you doing?” said an old man. “I am cutting up my heart and sending it out into the world. Some might discard it, uncaring. But o... |
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My mother doesn’t have many regrets, but she says that one of them is the fact that I never knew her father properly. “You didn’t know him like I knew him,” she says.
My mother’s family is Mex... |
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What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
- Vincent van Gogh |
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Confused about life?
Don't worry. We're all just winging it. |
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The Echo just wanted to talk without being constantly interrupted.
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The text of Rudyard Kipling's beautiful poem, that I have used in a video I made for HitRecord.
IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losi... |
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Classic, dramatic, operatic love.
From Saint-Saens' "Samson and Delilah" Unashamedly sentimental and romantic! Mon cœur s'ouvre à ta voix, comme s'ouvrent les fleurs ... |
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The Hokey Cokey is really NOT what it's all about.
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There
is a whole lot of MAGIC at your fingertips! |
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The match was made in heaven.
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“Lick me,” said the Funny Bone.
Mouth hesitated for a moment. Then, after a discussion with Head and Neck, Mouth crept forward. Down past Wrist he trundled. |
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What if you slept?
And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And ... |
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The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere - The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial... |
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I am BRILLIANT. I just haven't quite figured out at what...YET.
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A timeless face,
On a clock. |
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I don't quite know how this would fit into the final collab, but I thought I would throw it in here anyway...who knows, someone might ReMix it into a wee gem!
I remember Aesop's Fables from my... |
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Hi Guys,
So, this is an idea that I thought about. I have no idea whether A) it would work B) if people would be willing to collaborate C) if we would even be allowed to d... |
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I am sat on a bench in Princes Street Gardens, looking up at the Old Town of Edinburgh. It's morning; there is still a whiff of damp mist in the air. But Edinburgh's main shopping precinct is alrea...
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Yesterday Steve was trampled by a dinosaur, somehow.
Ieri, in qualche modo...Steve e' stato calpestato da un dinosauro. |
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I love my legs.
My legs may not be skinny. I have big knees and bruises and a scar from where I fell many years ago. My legs may not be 38 inches long, or look great in ankle boots. But t... |
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Hi Everyone!
So, I have an(other) idea to propose to you all. Any feedback/comments/criticism would be really appreciated. I am still a new member of this wonderful website an... |
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I often wonder:
Do the things that remind me of you...remind you of me? |
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An idea that I was thinking about, which might now tie in quite well with the call for Writers for the Fall Formal!
Imagine a large game of Consequences..you know when you Write a senten... |
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"I'm not lazy," sighed the runner bean, shifting awkwardly.
"I just....quite like walking." |
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I can Video Edit (Only Windows Movie Maker, but it's worked out OK for me so far!)
I can write (although I don't do much, I should get back into it!) I can speak foreign (French, Spanish,... |
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Wow, this seems really long, so I apologise! I just seemed to have quite a lot to say!
Who are you and what do you do? Helloooo I'm Pamela! I'm 22, and I live in the Highlands... |
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Hi Family,
So, I think the past 2 weeks has brought us all closer together as a community. There is a new sense of solidarity, of purpose, of just allround, general love that is inspirin... |
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A poem written in 1902 by Rudyard Kipling. Watched LilacAmy11's beautiful Seaside Medley and thought of this!
Who hath desired the Sea? -- the sight of salt wind-hounded -- The heav... |
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My first poem on HitRECord. To my brother, who will very soon be entering a world filled with war, but also bravery. Through darkness he sees light, and on the 11th November, I applaud his unshakea...
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Dear HitRECord,
It is 11/11. I am 3 and 1/2 months old. I am a baby. I am a learner. You are all my teachers. Thank you. For showing me that art has no boundaries, only welcom... |
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I couldn't sleep without pouring this out of my brain.
It's not poetry....it's not prose? ___________________________________________ To believe is not to place naive fan... |
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An idea that has developed from TinyChat :D
So, we are a community, almost like an online country aren't we?! So, it figures, we should have a NATIONAL ANTHEM! Now, I am dream... |
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I like flying at night.
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Oh the nightmare, it comes again.
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I woke thinking I’d find you there |
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Hello! So, a little voice over request: I love a good bit if text --> video remixing, and after seeing tori's wonderful remix of Sonnet 29, I wanted to play around with some more ... |
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Tuesday was hopelessly indecisive!
(this might only work if you say Tuesday like me....Choose-day? ^____^) |
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Did you know? That when a star is sleepy and ready for bed, They look down And wish upon a person instead. |
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As they flashed through space and time like meteorites, I floated behind, sifting through the cosmic dust of their creativity.
<... |
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(Don't know whether the photo will be good enough quality :-/)
I’m Pamela.
By day, I work in a shop selling things to people who have a lot more money than me. I graduated last year, and like so many others, I am still on the hunt for “the” job. I feel constant pressure to get a career, earn money, pay off the loan, become financially secure.
Sure it would be great to be free of the £20 000 debt that my education has caused...but at the same time I don’t want to feel guilty that I haven’t decided what I want to do with my life. I went to a great university, I studied hard, I had a lot of fun. But at the same time, people need to stop thinking that that guarantees me a good job, and the only reason I haven’t found one is because I am not trying hard enough. I am just one of a hell of a lot of fish out there.,
I have so many dreams, and there are so many things I would like to do. I would love to work in advertising. I’d like to be an interpreter. I’d like to go back to live in Rome. I’d like to make people laugh. I’d like make the montages for the BBC sport coverage, like those dramatic 2 minutes epics they play before the Wimbledon final.
I want to move people, to inspire them, to help them, to love them
That is how I have learned to move, inspire, help and love myself.
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The sky is a stark blue, stretched Like a starched sheet Across the belly of the stars. Nature is loud here; Water is clattering past m... |
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Sometimes, ... |
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I could tell you how I love you.
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I walked, alone, in too many layers
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The sky is filled with yesterday’s oceans; Clouds, fat like balloons, sink towards Our naked heads. Too close, and the mountains will prick ... |
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If I were a little prettier, a little stronger, And cared a little less [Or maybe a little more], I would have stood up And asked your... |
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I have not seen the stars for weeks now. And it is in the quiet Of those muffled nights That I remember.
In that clouded ... |
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I am cocooned In a blanket, lazy, indulgent Against your shoulder.
It's raining outside and we have nothing But nothing |
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We'll do Paris in Winter, Alone in the Jardins with the frost on our fingers. December is our month and we'll live it Loudly, Shamelessly,&n... |
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I can smell Paris on your skin.
All frosted streetlamps and coffee. The beer in the snowy garden and The mannequins in the windows |
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It was hot you would have been forgiven For thinking it was June, Or you were somewhere abroad Until you caught Autumn, ruddy faced, Peeking... |
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Each bookshelf was a story, Each story was a tale, Each tale became a building, A house where dreams could dwell.
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I wish that tonight There was snow on the globe
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He was used to doing Hammerheads, As the enemy cried for mummy, But the only Barrel Rolls the aviator sees now Are those that protrude from his tummy. |
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"The next chapter's called 'You & I'." "I hope there's a happy ending." |
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The early bird catches the worm. The bird who is late has a deadlier fate. |
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Sugar coat, take it Have your cake and eat it O... |
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Heavy is the night and the hand that holds it, Be brave! Be brave! Be braver! Than the trembling light That hangs, suspended, In the reaches of my... |
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I don’t know what it is About the rain on the tarmac, |
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The reality hit me during my first tube delay. Here I was, stuck in a tin can underground with hundreds of snarling, groggy commuters. My situation... |
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*Late night REC button* Inspired by the "Daughters and Vultures" text by TheSerpentTheCharmer and tdolan's incredible images. I imagine this being turned into an Appalachian style so... |
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Uploaded it as an image record, because it kept getting formatted funny when released as a text record. Some thoughts from my 6 hour train journey home :) Massive thankyou to missamerica for her help :D
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I’m lucky, they tell me. Lucky.
Come back to me in ten years. Actually, come back to me tomorrow, when you’ve tried to live thr... |
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Ring ring ring Ring ring ring Don’t pick up, Please, Don’t say a thing. Ring ring ring |
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