<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/309239138173277517?origin\x3dhttp://strawberryshortcakeforever.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Friday
ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE, May 5, 1968

I had a wake up call. There was a slight chance I could go back if I did it legally. I wouldn’t be smuggled in by a huge ship but actually be there...exist. I apologized one last time to my mother because I was leaving her before I even settled in again. I packed my bags and said goodbye. Before I knew it, I was at the airport again, no escorts, no anything. The only thing that was in my way was the American Immigration Service. I was bloody nervous that I almost peed in my trousers. Thud! The officer slammed the stamp onto my passport. Thank you! Here I was once more, making a new start. Max waited for me outside the airport and drove me to Sadie’s rooftop concert.

Everyone was there, Prudence, Sadie and Jojo. They were having quite the jam session singing a new song for the loving people below. It wasn’t long until the cops ambushed the whole thing and escorted everyone downstairs; except me. I hid. Where was Lucy? She was close, that’s all I knew. I felt her and I sang for her.

There's nothing you can do that can't be done
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung
Nothing you can say, but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy

There's nothing you can make that can't be made
No one you can save that can't be saved
Nothing you can do, but you can learn how to be in time
It's easy

There's nothing you can know that can't be known
Nothing you can see that isn't shown
No where you can be, that isn't where you're meant to be
It's easy

All you need is love, love is all you need…

I kept singing with my eyes closed, hoping that she would show up. I open them and there she was. The tears spontaneously combusted and would not stop. She was just a rooftop away. She loves me and I love her and I will never let her go again. There she was…Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds.

Labels:

strawstrawstrawberry. 6:24 PM

.:. THIS DIARY BELONGS TO .:.
NAME: Jude Feeny
DATE OF BIRTH: June 6, 1944 PLACE OF BIRTH: Liverpool, England

.:. I LOVE .:.
Me mum, Martha Feeny
Me dad, Wes Huber
Lucy Carrigan...And I love her...
My best mates in life; Max, Sadie, Jojo and Prudence.

links
Developing Expert Voices 2008
Jabbamatheez 40S [Winter 2008]
OUR DEV BLOG where comments work.

credits
1:Jamie
2:Nelsa
.:. SOURCES .:.
All photos courtesy of flickr, creative commons
All videos found at YouTube, property of Sony Pictures, Across The Universe, 2007

.:. ARCHIVES .:.
May 28, 2008
May 30, 2008