I have an unhealthy obsession with Chickens. I embarked on a journey through Google to uncover as many chickeny facts as I possibly could for your viewing pleasure. Well, Actually I'm down with the flu and I can't be damned to write anything remotely inspiring. Enjoy.
1 - Chickens can't swallow while upside down (No surprise there...) 2 - The left leg of a chicken is more tender than the right leg (I Suppose Mcdonald's have a lot of one-legged chickens hopping about) 3 - Chickens are the only animals you eat before they are born and after they are dead. (Thank God For That!) 4 - Chickens cannot sweat. (Eww..) 5 - Chicken eggs are the same colour of the mother hen's ears. (I Think it has it's fathers eyes...*sniff*) 6 - A chicken's egg takes 21 days to hatch. 7 - In some countries chicks half-formed in the egg are a great delicacy (And I thought My eating habits were weird...) 8 - Chickens absorb vitamin-D through their combs from sunshine (I Want!) 9 - There are more chickens than people in the world. (It's a conspiracy!) 10 - The longest recorded flight of a chicken is 13 seconds. (Before It crashed into a window) 11 - Chickens that lay brown eggs have red earlobes (How embarrassing!) 12 - In Norfolk, Virginia, it is unlawful for chickens to lay eggs before 8AM and after 4PM. (I wish work hours were like this...) 13 - A Cornish game hen is really a young chicken, usually 5 to 6 weeks of age, that weighs no more than 2 pounds. (With or without feathers?) 14 - A chickens' heart beats 280-315 times a minute (It's cos we love chasing them, honestly) 15 - Chickens can have 4-5 toes on each foot (All the better to scratch with, my friend!) 16 - A rooster takes 18-20 breaths a minute, a hen 30-35 (We do the laying!) 17 - 8 Billion chickens are consumed every year (I'm hungry again...) 18 - The chicken was once considered a sacred animal symbolizing the sun. (I See NO Resemblance) 19 - Alektorophobia is the name given to "The Fear of Chickens". (Just reading that makes me shiver) 20 - I Own a rubber chicken, I just hate the fact that its inedible and filled with beans. Chickens. You gotta love 'em.
No chickens were harmed in the making of this post. Honestly.
I feel absolutely horrid. I've got the flu and I've used up all my sick days at work Yesterday (Monday) I had my second last operation, and now I'm flu-ey and Back-achy and PMS-ey. I wanna curl up and die. My voice is acting up, too. It's in four stages, outlined below: Stage 1 - Normal Stage 2 - Froggy Croak Stage 3 - Gone Stage 4 - Husky Stage 5 - Normal Now, sometimes I jump from stage 2, to stage 4, then to stage 3, but so far we've been going in order. I feel too tired to write. Inspiration is not striking me, and neither are my prescribed antibiotics, so I thought I'd just do a quiz to find out which Horrible Affliction I am. The results are In!
Congratulations, you're syphilis! Transmitted by direct contact with one of your infections (usually through unprotected sex), you're one nasty STD! In your initial stages, you cause sores, usually on the genitals or in the rectum, but that's only the delicious beginning. Later on, you'll cause a rash, and then slip away ... but you won't be gone. No no, my friend. You're far too cunning. You'll still pass yourself on to anyone the poor soul you've infected has sex with (anal, vaginal or oral), and you'll start to erode their muscles and nerves! In fact, you'll eventually lead, if left untreated, to malcoordination, blindness, paralysis, dementia and then death! And that's not all - if you infect a pregnant women, you'll also be passed to their child! A single shot of penicillin will kill you, but shhhhh .. I won't tell anyone if you won't.
Wheeeeeee! Graduation and reception for my cousin's wedding both on the night of the 25th! Officially a senior student now. Ain't that just grand :) I got my hair done at a salon and they used 49 pins and TWO cans of hairspray to hold the updo. Honestly, I counted! After an hour I left for Mamta's place and got ready in about 6 minutes flat because we wanted to avoid rush-hour...But got caught in it anyway. Reached the prom at about 7:30, in time for dinner. I loved the noodles and stuff. But it was only light cos I was going to my cousin's reception afterwards so I would have a full-fledged dinner there. I couldn't resist the chocolate mousse dessert though...Heaven on earth. *grin* Then we went round taking pictures with everyone. Entertainment took place in the form of various school bands, ranging from 5 star performances to "Stuff cake in your ears, quick!" performances. Then we had the awards, which were fun...Most gullible, most potential to be a world leader, etc. Fun. Well done to Josh and Sky winning best dressed awards. Cute flowery crowns and stuffed flower sceptres. More dances...A speech...And open up the dance floor! Now was my time to leave. Around 10:30 I got to my cousin's reception. Nobody recognised us (I'd dragged Mamta along cos I was gonna drop her home) so, to quote my cousin, "I thought you two were random people who wandered into the wrong party!". The food here was better. Plenty of chicken *grin* And afterwards I had vanilla icecream with strawberries in syrup poured over, finishing off with a pile of whipped cream and blueberries/raspberries. Perfect. Here's my favourite picture taken on the night:
It was an absolutely Gorgeous night I'l forever remember for the good food, good dance and good fun. Purrfect, Apart from when I took my hair down at 2am and looked like Medusa with a hangover.
(Graduation Song by Vitamin C playing in the background...) This post is dedicated to Lawrah. Gak, where the hell you think you goin!? Ditching us all of your random dutchness and obsession with dutchies and Blink 182 and being my maths buddy. I swear I wouldn't have gotten through the 2 years without you, honestly. All those nights of 'Hey can I copy your algebra homework? O'Donnell's gonna kill me" or "Oh you havn't done it too? Oh good, I won't either, then." Man, we're all gonna miss you. And what's that about you 'loving spanish and it being your favourite subject' on the big screen at the graduation ball yesterday night? nutter. :P Yeesh you've no idea how much Imna miss you along with everyone else... Be good okie? don't turn into a streetrat. And don't take maths for A-Levels, else I'l hunt you down and kill you. *Huggie* Remember going To Festival Walk and watching all those Guys ice skating? :P Fun. I still owe you 11 dollars, by the way :oops: Remember the good times, take em with you to the UK, and don't ever forget the time when Half my file was scribbled with "O when i first did see Abaja, Methought he purged the air of pestulance" and I Love Abaja, and Half my file was your artwork. I still have that file. You can have it *grin* Even the mushroom people will be happy to see you. We gonna miss you Lawrie. stay in touch! Love Ya! And if they don't like you in the UK, then come back to Hong Kong, I'm sure I can find you a bed in Castle Peak Mental Institution. :wink: Always.
My cousin wedded yesterday night. I was sitting down near the door that would lead him to his new life. I was watching the bride and groom...she was decked up in a 18kg dress, him in a 12kg suit. Tsk. They were left to sit on a couch and take photos with everyone (over 800 people) who attended the wedding. Both had been decked up at 2pm, and only after the ceremony were allowed to eat, which ended at 4am. Anyway, we went back to the groom's house afterwards. The bride was busy swapping handfuls of rice with whoever sat down next to her (A custom) and well, the groom was near the door. I was watching him closely. I'd never seen him that serious before... I had this switch I havn't had since I was 12 or so. I literally entered my cousin's mind and looked out through his eyes. I used to be able to read people accurately since i was a child, probably because I spent a lot of time watching and listening. Anyway, What I saw (or rather, felt) saddened me. I was looking through a heavy heart. One last look around what was once called home before moving into their own. I felt deep confusion and daze. Several times that night I had already seen people pat him on the back and ask him if being actually married had 'sunk in'. He's always rather dazed but this time it was so...real. Those very eyes clouded with a veil of tears and I was brought back by a tap on my shoulder. What I saw... Sigh. Poor guy. He just wasn't ready yet. It reminded me of a poem. I've dedicated this one for you, Sunil, even though you will not see this. Congratulations and God bless you and Larisha. Always..
[u]Is It For Now Or For Always[/u]
Is it for now or for always, The world hangs on a stalk? Is it a trick or a trysting-place, The woods we have found to walk?
Is it a mirage or miracle, Your lips that lift at mine: And the suns like a juggler's juggling-balls, Are they a sham or a sign?
Shine out, my sudden angel, Break fear with breast and brow, I take you now and for always, For always is always now.
Here's an old poem I wrote which i thought i'd paste up to entertain you. Try to figure out what it's about (regardless of the title). The answer, below.
[u]Partner In Crime[/u]
You'd think it is so easy, to lie down, and die again, you wouldn't do so, really, but you'd do it for a friend.
to trudge up those dismal creaking stairs, onto a weathered ledge, and look out towards a restless crowd, as you teeter on the edge.
Words are muffled, no sense of sound, no sense of time or place, through not his own hollowed eyes, but of someone in disgrace.
A rough arm on your shoulder, you've committed not a crime, memories replay in an innocent mind, for the final time.
you feel the sandpaper snake, draped and tightened around your neck the floor below then gives away, and everything goes black.
You'd think it was so easy, to lie down, and die again, I wouldn't do so, really, but I’d do it for a friend.
The poem is about trust broken between friends. In this poem I use two thieves as examples of how trust can exist, and even the smallest bond always leaves a memory.This poem speaks about one thief being caught, and is sentenced to death. "through not his own hollowed eyes" speaks of how he knows his partner is to be hanged, and not him, for he was merely and accomplice, but at the same time his mind grapples with the fact that he too was involved, and as a friend (memories replay in an innocent mind, for the final time) he ought to take the blame too. The poem speaks of a bond that is created between everyone you meet, whether it be for a split second glance or a lifetime of partnership in some form, there is always residue in form of a memory. Perhaps, in this case, the memories lead to pain...but there are those that lead to happy memories, too. I believe the first stanza's repetition at the end creates pathos and allows the reader to feel empathic, for we have all been in a sacrificial situation, one way or another.
I'd love to write a nice long thang but, well, as you all know my computer has died after nine years of use (Resting In Pieces) Therefore my other means of communication with the world was my brother's old macintosh...and even that was hopeless as nothing worked on it and it finally broke down too... I'm at a loss. :( I've been busy with the wedding and rehearsing our dances (I'm dancing with babies and leading. Theyre all hopeless) though I could say that they are making the effort... So, Here I am in a cafe my brother found close to home because I live two hours from the city where all the good stuff is (Long story, my parents are anti-social) So, this weekend, I've pulled my calf muscle, had surgery, and been whipped across the ankles :roll: Lets just hope we can dance tricky tomorrow, yes? Final exam on tuesday. Physics. Bleh. :evil: Won't write often till I get the new pc... Sincere Apologies. Not that anyone tabs this blog, but Apologies to myself for pushing the pc so hard, too.
The sun is blazing overhead yet does not quite reach me... Tilling the soil in the garden. lost in thoughts I won't remember, I tug weeds with a fervor only a gardener can explain. Wheres my watering can? I scoot back to retrieve it and topple you headfirst into the rosebush. Oops. The umbrella held over me has been knocked over the hedge and is now lying in a patch of sunshine, upside down. I get up gingerly and grab the watering can and grin wickedly as I water the rosebush and hear you yelp. Laughing, I pull you out and chide you for walking so close behind me. You were bound to fall over! From slight aggression to concern as I check your arms for any scratches. Hmm. I Usher you into the kitchen where I have you sit down and place a plate of strawberries on the table in front of you and command you to eat. No fussing, you have to eat! I putter about and open the various drawers and cabinets. Stop. Wait, what am I looking for? I tug open the oven and take out a batch of hot fudge brownies. Burnt my fingers, forgot the oven mitts. :oops: Oh well. Now I remember! I open a drawer and take out some Dettol and cotton. Turning to you I laugh as I catch you nursing burnt fingers. You grin guiltily. Tsk tsk. :roll: Hold out your arm, then. There. I watch you wince as I dab dettoled cotton on scratches. There you go, all better. :) Feeds you a strawberry. Reaches behind you, grabs the watering can and tips it over your head. Whee! :lol: And I run right out of the kitchen, into the garden and fall, laughing, into the rosebush. Always.
Odd title, but it's something weird I found when walking in the supermarket. It's by this brand called McCormick. I picked up a bottle of the stuff and dunked it into the trolley anyway. I'l put it to good use someday (I Hope) Baked fudge brownies today :wink: The whole house smells so good... Now, all I need is someone to feed it to. I've my Psychology exam tomorrow. Strangely I'm more excited than nervous. I'd better go study. :roll: More later. PoojiPromise.
It was past midnight. There I was, curled up in a pile of blankets, almost asleep with a book on my face (Animal Husbandry, for those who wish to know). My seven pillows and numerous stuffed animals placed strategically to scare off anyone who wished to rob me of my sanity. Suddenly, I heard a creaking noise. I ignored it and flipped over, only to hear it again a few seconds later. It seemed like someone/something was creeping around in my house! I got out of bed and tiptoed to my door, dragging Mango protectively along with me. Opening the door a crack, I heard the noise again. Eek. Then I realised only when I moved did the sound appear. heh. So I did a sort of half jig and woke the people living downstairs when I realised the new bra i'd got creaked. Interestingly, I've never had this problem before. tsk, Annoying Underwire. I dived back into bed and grabbed my phone, ringing up the girls to ask them of this mysterious phenomenon. I was greatly intrigued and just as greatly disappointed when I received very little or no response. The worst of it is not to be put here in case there are young kids around. I suggest a couple rounds in the washing machine would fix it up fine. Lets just hope my washing machine doesn't eat it. It has a thing for lacey reds.
You are Sven. Sometimes referred to as Dark Emperor Sven, although perhaps only in the realm of dreams and fantasy, you serve as Chez Glendinning's Network Administrator and Resident Cat. Sleeping completely random hours every day, nobody's entirely sure when we'll see you, but usually you're greeted with a hug and the offer of a cup of coffee. If only there were more Ben & Jerry's. Your room is a shrine to technology, containing archives of words, pictures and sounds that would put some libraries to shame. In more ways than one. But that's okay, because the libraries will be different, once you rule the world. You can tell the world that it must obey with the following badge of allegiance:
You gotta love this guy. Who else would eat beggin' strips and pickled pork rinds? Check it out! Click Here!
Its getting irritating, having a fake smile plastered on my face for hours on end...must I be so civil with people who've seen me cry and have my diapers changed? :evil: :oops: Something is annoying me, I'm just not sure what. sigh. I messed up my RS2 exam, which felt nice and felt nicer after I realised i'd forgotten my wallet at home. got my friend to drive me down to the clinic for surgery part 2, involving plenty of morphine. The last thing i heard the anesthetist say was 'I need to find the tattoo parlour she went to...' before I sunk into a warm, wet stupor. 4 hours later I was tucked into bed, squirming in pain as the painkillers wore off. Luckily I received a phonecall from a darling who kept my mind off pain except when making me laugh, which hurt more than relaxed me. Slow night. Popped two painkillers and I was out like a light around 2am...receiving a phonecall at 2 14am. nice. I was too stoned to answer, and now i'm glad i didn't. I know you're still mad at me, even though you left that voicemail saying you weren't. tsk. I was to go to work but I conked out in the car and my friend carried me up 6 flights of stairs back to my place because the lift wasn't working...sweet. Thanks luv. That was yesterday. slow and torporous. Today hasn't been much better. Woke up around 10am, cooked brekkie for 26 people... 3 more exams left! I've Chemistry on monday, Psychology on Wednesday and Physics next Tuesday. I'l be in Guangzhou from Wednesday afternoon and will reach home late sunday night. I feel...restless. I want something exciting to happen but, well, nothings happened. Tonight I have to go out to the bar for a bit of work, and after imna hit the bars meself. Just sit and watch the world go by...sigh Melancholy. I've forgotten something important but i've no clue what... I'd better go. this has just been one long day, and It isn't over yet. :roll:
Bang! I seem to have fallen out of bed. lately, this has been happening way too often for my own good (or for my back, but thats another matter entirely). Groaning, i sit up straight and wonder what the hell happened this time. Earthquake? Typhoon? My sleepy eyes slide into focus. I landed on mango this time. Must've kicked Mango onto the floor before performing a free roll off the edge of the bed. No damage done, except a slightly sore tailbone. Up we get, then. Only, i get knocked back down by a small, bright yellow cannonball careening straight at my knees. Wince in pain. Its only my little brother. Grab the edge of the bed for support as I get back to my feet. It feels like i've a lead weight attached to me. I Look down. Not so much a lead weight as a little devil. "Get off my leg!" I howl, as he clings mercilessly, smiling evilly up at me. The only response is a sudden shriek of pain (from me) as his teeth sink into my leg. Its becoming a habit, these monday morning blues (even though its friday). I hop out of the room, dragging my leaded leg out along behind me. Time to surrender. "What do you want now?" *Sigh* :roll: He's cute, you can't resist bending over to pinch his cheek. I do so, only to receive a slap on my ass. Yieee! "Move, you're blocking the corridor. I'l do it again if u don't get out of the way." Sigh. That'd be my other brother. 13 and already developing perverse ways to annoy me. I sidle up against the wall and let him pass by. The yellow, clinging kid on my leg detaches and follows meekly behind my brother. The door to his room slams as I turn away. I hear sniffles. The yellow bug is standing outside the closed door, looking mournfully up at it where once was the back of my brothers head. Smart. "Aiyoh. Come here kichi...come. we go play with bubbles on the podium okay?" I stubbornly push the facts that I have an Exam i havn't studied for in 3 hours, and That i have to cook for 26 people tonight to the back of my head. I love this yellow bug. All his 2 and a half broken sentences i've come across today are... "we go podium bubble byebye?" "No cheese yoghurt fruit fish eating me!" "I want broom" "Pooda also coming down to market?" "(Hysterical screechy noises)" "Goo-bye, So long, to you my friend" (From Bear in the big blue house) "Mam look I want that!" "No" "Gimme phone" and the conversation with Amber ensues..."Hi! Watshup? Okay, Yah. How ah you? Okay Buhbye see you take care buhbye see you! Pooda got food. No in kitchen. No gone toilet..." At this point I snatch the phone away and once again, I have a yellow bug attached to my leg, his teeth firmly stuck into my stockings. Again. Sigh. Now you wonder what old spice has got to do with it. Nothing, actually. Its just been mentioned in too many phonecalls lately. Odd topic, but oh well. ;) Now, my plans for the day. I've surgery again tonight. Decided that instead of going once a week and treatment lasting for 8 weeks, I'll go twice a week and cut down on the pain that way. Well, sort of. I now officially have 26 people living in my house thanks to the upcoming wedding. :evil: I just wish I had a comfier couch...sigh. But, on the other hand, MTV is now my lullaby and I wake up so early I actually get to take my own sweet time in the shower, paying no heed to the 15 or so people banging down the door. Wicked. :twisted: Hope your Mond-...I mean Friday is better than mine! Cheers!
NOTICE: I've decided to start a word of the week (WOTW) feature. The word will be located on the comment board in the lower left corner of my blog. There are two conditions. Firstly, the word is to be used In a conversation with anyone during the week as many times as you wish. Post your most clever sentence with your username on the message board. The person with the most clever sentence will receive the (following) prizes: 1 - a link to your blog/website from mine. 2 - 25 tbucks 3 - A graphic image created by myself to place anywhere you like to show how smart you are :wink: The next word will be posted monday! Watch that space!
I was reading one of the many millions of travel brochures I (sadly) love to collect and I came across something about healing springs. Hot mineral water bubbling and boiling, a couple of waterfalls to pound your back with force. Now I've no clue where that brochure has gone. I think one of my kittens tore it up. Oh yes, the kittens. They're growing splendidly. I found them in a box while only a few days old...7 of them. all females. I doubt they come from the same litter because there are four plain black ones, one pure white and two grey striped tabbies. What confuses me is that the kittens couldn't have come from the same litter, but theyre all roughly the same age. They are now 3 weeks old and growing up so fast... The four black ones I call Mystery, Miles, Nee-Chee and Sabbath, named after the famous Emily Strange's cats. The white one is called Pumpernickel and the two greys are called Dotcom and Dotnet. Courtesy of ThE^UnknowN. :wink: They're absolutely gorgeous. Soft, warm, fitting into the palm of my hand and purring like a bunch of...well, kittens, really. Back to the hot springs issue. I love steam baths, and if anyone knows of any of these little springs in Hong Kong, drop me a line! Clear up my sinuses :P Hehe, just kidding. But it seems fun...all that water, warmed up and ready to dive into. Wow. I'm recovering from yesterday's surgery. Nicely done, i must say, Even though the day itself was horrible. First thing I did was go to work, then I had a biology exam at 6pm, Surgery following straight after. And then the painful two hour journey back home. Sigh. Couldn't sleep until 3am...bloody hell. So i decided to work my way through my phonebook. I got to calling the Letter S before falling asleep. Time for me to go! I've to pick up my cousins from the airport. Complete bedrest for 2 days my arse. As if. More soon! PS: Please chirrup...You know who you are and i'm not going to mention your name, I know you think the surgery was a waste of money but it meant something to me, regardless the scars that follow. Expensive, and I ain't getting no refund *grin* so i might as well finish off the remaining sessions, right? So, if you can't handle it or understand my reasons for doing so, well, thats life hunnie, Like it or slit your wrists. And no, i'm not regretting my decision. It was a small expense. I have enough for my studies and everything else. Stop fussing. And please, please, the next time you call (if ever) listen to my side of the tale too, without simply launching into what you think is wrong with me. :roll: Finally, i'm not, as you say, unhappy. I am happy. i take pleasure in the little things and just because I can't express my happiness the serious way you do does not mean I'm unhappy. I'm fine exactly the way I am. I'm absolutely fine. PPS: Happy Anniversary Sweetheart
Sitting down at a desk, chin in my hands, elbows on either side of a textbook. My eyes glazed over, not quite seeing, staring into what only my mind can see. I hear the chair scrape back against the marble floor, feel myself get up, almost as if in a dream. Movements are slow and easy. I turn, my back to the chair, my hands grasping either side of it as I languidly survey what is my room. My little sanctuary. The usual furnishings, A closet, bed, desk poojified into something different, Unique. I turn around once again, My eyes cast themselves down towards what is placed on the desk in front of me. Freud. My fingers placed gently on a page. I look up, catch my reflection in the mirror above the desk. Who am I? Dark-haired, Inquisitive-eyed and dressed with a puzzled frown before breaking into a grin. I turn and walk over to the window, The crystal gift hanging in it's frame, casting myriad rainbows danciing atop the bed, the floor. No shadows, just colour. I'd probably think 'Id like shadows. The colours of mystery, the anonymity of it all. I lapse into a daydream of dark hues, reds, blacks, royal blues...The sleek furniture replaced with something quite different. Let us see, Dark painted walls, seeming darker through the reflections cast by the black marble floor...A grand four poster to match the closet's polished black wood and bright red interior. Turn quick towards the window, where a bright red and black star does hang, a candle glowing in it's depths like a hot coal, illuminating the room with its soft light. I blink twice. One day, perhaps. Let us wander out beyond this little haven. A kitchen, my own. Grab a chocolate bar from the fridge, a nibble while one surveys the fruit-bowl before we wander past and the spasm of glee subsides to take in an entirely different room. Stark but filled with a richness. The black marble floor is solid and contrasts starkly with white furniture. A mirrored ceiling reflects a soft fuzzy rug, a coffee table, a well placed beanbag or two. There are no walls, just sheets of glass. Bright lights, big city, thats where I want to be. Humming softly we move from one place to another, past the dining table, the spare bedrooms, back to the safety of the room i'm most familiar with. A brisk walk to a mirror, pulling it aside and entering a most beautiful room. A tub so big it'd fit four! A rack with every type of bubblebath imaginable, towels stacked softly. A book-case on hand wedged between the tub and the toilet. Soap, for the chocolate thats melted on my fingers, a glance into the mirror above the sink. Content. Out we go, once again concealing the magic behind a mirrored panel, leaving thoughts trapped inside for another day. Flop backwards onto the bed, breathing in the soft smell, taking in the warmth of the sun, nuzzling up against Mango's much worn fur. Soft, padded footsteps. A fuzzy missile comes purring, pawing to the place beneath my chin. Whispered words in an attentive ear. Look up towards a mirrored ceiling, reflections. My cat and me. All book lovers have cats. I blink twice. My eyes cast themselves down towards what is placed on the desk in front of me. Freud. My fingers placed gently on a page. I look up, catch my reflection in the mirror above the desk and grin ruefully. Who am I? I am to be the world's greatest Psychoanalyst.
I'm craving Justice. this world isn't fair. My computer died, after 9 long years of service. My friend Amber's computer has decided to keel over and resign to the dark side too, for all it does now is do the opposite of what she wishes, causing her much angst and resulting in long hours watching the tube until her eyes glaze over, before she re-enacts whatever she's watched at the end of the day. Another playmate of mine, Mamta, Her internet connection has ceased to work therefore she's prone to random acts of violence...such as chucking kittens across the room. Me, I'm just plain devastated. I've buried myself in a book and refuse to eat. This could go on for two months, I think i feel like hibernating. Yes, thats a good idea, and after that I'm going to go bungee jumping... We're all fine, really. Now, its time for me to go and see if I can successfully shoot Mr Softee's Van. I missed the last time and hit a tree.
It's catching up on me, really slowly...I didn't, havn't noticed for the last couple of weeks, what with my turbo charged schedule, exams, wedding preparations and the like. I thought it would go away with proper food, proper rest, and then the pills. Nothing seems to be working, though. Each day longer than the last, but shorter in its own, twisted way. I've heard that word a lot, lately. Twisted. It's been uttered under ones breath, at the hospital, in a book i'm reading, mails i've read...What an odd word. Ever notice that if you repeat a word long enough, it loses its meaning? It becomes pure sound. Not really lyrical, i'd say, but comforting, nonetheless. Psychobabble. What now, i say. The wait is unbearable. I don't much have the energy to do things. I wish there was some way to channel everything into positive cathartic activities but there isn't much time to do all i've wished to. Whats new? well, its adding to my aching self but i've gone and messed up my left knee, not that it's anything of importance, but its something to type. Even typing's tiring me out now...Whatever happened to that girl...what did they call her now? Aye, i remember...Whirlwind. Yes, thats what they called her. 'Look at her, typing away, you can barely see her hands move!' they'd exclaim. Or, "Wheres Whirlwind, down to spin another sod's pocket? Spin, get it? Spin!' (Laugh Track) Anyway, about this knee...I was walking. Down the road to my place. Night time, glowing moon...Trees turning silver on either side of me. I think this is what they call a boulevarde. Vaguely, this is my own boulevarde. Alone, quiet. You could only hear my heels clopping occasionally on the concrete. 6 inch heels, they were. Sturdy, too. So lets walk...We're walking. Something behind. A tinny bell sound. A cyclist brushes up against me and I lose my balance. Never happened before, nto on 6 inch heels, Na uh. I've practiced since I was 12. What went wrong this time? You know how the drains have slits in them? How one can hypnotically walk and look down on them, regards thrown to the wind carelessly, for who cares when one follows with their eyes to places unknown... So, this drain. Did i mention these 6 inch heels were stilettos? Nice and sharp, could poke a Furby's eye out, they could. Anyway, this drain i staggered onto. Nice, that was. My shiny black 6 inch heel got stuck in that little diamond shaped gap between one stone and the next stone and That bloody cyclist cycled on, taillight glaring at me. I'd almost call it mocking. What'd he know, anyway. Thats when I twisted, when he brushed up against me. I fell, the heel stuck and i twisted to stop myself falling over. Yup. The 6 inch heel snapped, and when I twisted, I twisted my leg around to maintain my balance and Wham! Pain ripped right through and through. So I crawled the last mile home nicely. Well, not crawled...Stupid Cyclist. Sigh, but such a beautiful night. My poor knee was the size of a grapefruit yesterday. Smart, innit? Mmm. Grapefruit. I'l get back to ya'll.
We make our lives into stories to make sense of them. Incidents are given beginnings, middles and ends because that way we can grasp them, we can hold them up to the light and we can analyze them...We can live through them. But, in reality, life is more like a planet-sized pointillist painting. We are merely floating in sea made up out of millions of dots of different sizes, colours, textures...Its four dimensional, because time is involved. Everything continues to change, the colours, the shapes, the sizes...we have no control. And yet, we do. However hard we work at telling the whole story, we pick up only a small percentage of these dots and assemble them into our own words, our own minimalist pictures of how we think our lives have flowed, changed... Only on these occasions do we relate to other people, when we connect, when these dots merge, when we hear their stories and this is when our stories grow closer to reflecting reality. Only then do we come close to realizing the complexity of our lives...But of course, this is something we actively avoid. Our Memories, Our Dreams are just an alternate version of reality. never forget that. Tis all good, Always.
