My monitor has died. and Im back to using my brother's ratty old macintosh again, which hisses. literally. I promise to respond to your comments soon! Sincere apologies.
I walked into Page One (Bookshop) and was assaulted by a shelf of books with titles such as 'Once Upon a Potty', 'Do you want your potty?' and the infamous 'Potty party!' I fail to see the logic...but I do see the humour. :lol: My baby brother seems to think his little first potty is a hat. He refuses to sit on it and wears it around the house instead. :roll: I was discouraged from this type of behaviour because this is what my first potty looked like:
Yes, my toilet was a duck. Stop laughing. On second thought...I think its a goose.
Watcha all think bout this pic? did it about 8 years ago. 8) Wheeeeeeee *laugh* I got third place on Fallinangel8587's contest! *sniffle* I'm so...overwhelmed. =) Life is good. Picked out my stylist yesterday. Eric, apparently. Nice. When I said 'trim' he understood. *laugh* and didn't lop off 5 inches. Smart guy. Got caught in the rain wearing white yesterday. Tsk. Felt like dressing up today. Maybe it's cos I slept long and deep. We had a horrible thunderstorm yesterday night. I've a phobia with thunder. Associated with (I Think) an earthquake that occurred when I was little. All the crashing noises... I had 4 blankets heaped over me and my headphones on and I was Still shaking! :oops: Nutter, I am. So I thought of asking ya'll...What are you scared/terrified of? Comment box has had its red ribbon cut! Drop a line!
*Pats her tummy contentedly* Sushi for lunch *grin* Anyway, yesterday night before bedtime I was pondering the word smouldering. I don't know why, but I just was. It reminds me of...dark skies...smokey fires...stars...orangey reddish glowing colours...and so forth. Randomisationismology. I just finished signing the visa papers and such. Looks like imna be in Singapore and Malaysia for about a week in total. Finally, a holiday. :) I've been modifying my clothes. Cutting them up and such...sticking things together. Nice. I'll never eat another sardine in my entire life. Ever. Don't ask. That's all, folks!
I love this song...It was mentioned in a book I was reading and I was intrigued by the lyrics.
Whiskey Lullaby - Brad Paisley
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind Until the night 1st Chorus He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger And finally drank away her memory Life is short but this time it was bigger Than the strength he had to get up off his knees We found him with his face down in the pillow With a note that said I'll love her till I die And when we buried him beneath the willow The angels sang a whiskey lullaby (Sing lullaby) The rumors flew but nobody know how much she blamed herself For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath She finally drank her pain away a little at a time But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind Until the night 2nd Chorus She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger And finally drank away his memory Life is short but this time it was bigger Than the strength she had to get up off her knees We found her with her face down in the pillow Clinging to his picture for dear life We laid her next to him beneath the willow While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby (Sing lullaby)
Gorgeous, Innit? The day has hardly begun. I'll post more in time to make up for my unblog yesterday. PS: Updated yesterday's unblog. Aight. More on the news. Something is dreadfully wrong. I can't believe I did what I just did. This is something I absolutely never do unless i'm forced or catering...Odd. I ordered pizza. Stop laughing! Maybe its a PMS thing. Tsk. I'm in the mood to cuddle up on the sofa with Humphrey and Mango, A large cheese pizza (stuffed crust, obviously) and a can of coke (I havn't touched a soft-drink in almost 5 years) and watch TV (I Don't do that, either) Something's wrong. I was flipping through the mail, and came across the Pizza Hut voucher or something and without thinking I was blurting my address out and giving this order...I wasn't in control. Tsk. Oh well, might as well enjoy it now, innit. 8) *grin*
Whoa thats a lot of views. a thousand by me, though, I suppose. So I went shopping. bought the entire Sims series. I must be insane. But its good stuff, honestly. And secondly, why can't you leave me alone and why are you so bloody persistant? Sigh. On to happier matters, I've reserved most of the books I wanted. Bambi is out of print. I feel horrible about that Tired. Will blog more later. Satay for dinner!
Alloz :) I already showed this to you earlier but I think it's nice to give it a blog dedication, even without your consent. :P My right. I did write it, didn't I? :twisted: This one's for you.
[u]Once[/u]
Once, a while ago, I had, quite close at hand A person dear to me That never did i understand.
He started off young as all must do, Before time intervened And before I even knew it Thing weren’t as they seemed.
Change is a good thing I’d always say And on that fact I’d be keen But now I must admit that its Only For the vending machine
That’s a separate thing to speak of For now we’ll focus on this soul For I saw him once enter a room Stop, turn and stand still.
The changes that took place Are too big for I to comprehend Yet though the balance had not changed The memories remained to bend.
I wish I had much more to say I wish I knew more to sow But to quote just for that silent soul Always is always now.
I borrowed the last line from Larkin, but I'm sure he won't mind. I do have writers block, after all *grin* Cheers.
I'm hooked to the music from the Blode episodes from the RatherGood website. http://www.rathergood.com. If you like rave, then get the song. It's called I can't stop raving by Dune. Cute. Sort of. I adopted a fetus at last. It was a tough choice between the shrimp, pirate, grim reeper, cat and goth fetus's.
UPDATE! This fetus has been bestowed the name Derick, by freakykat, as freakykat was the first to comment on this post. Derick...Derick...I Like the sound of that! :D Cheers
And this has got nothing to do with Seamus Heaney. I got a feather quill pen today. Feather black as ink. I've writers block, but Here's the first poem I scribbled in about 5 minutes.
[u]Poem[/u]
Won’t you cast a glance as to what resides outside your very window?
As seasons change to their red and golds of places, people and things unspoken?
for you, the harsh white that follows on every second year of being?
will you, won’t you look the other way.
Again.
I havn't edited this. It's posted up as I wrote it 5 minutes ago. No changes whatsoever. :) Comments are welcome.
UPDATE! As requested, here is a literary review of this poem. I speak of time, once again, as a lot of my poems are based on. The first stanza speaks of how time can stand still if you take the time to make it do so. I refer to the time I wandered into the basement and peeked out through one of the windows, watching people's legs walk past. The silence, the sunlight streaming through that little rectangular window speaks through that stanza, personally. Imagine a time when you too were lost in thoughts, and apply it to your own memories to understand what I mean. The second stanza speaks of how time flies. The reds and golds of autumn come and go. How we overlook simple facts and take other small ones for granted. How simple words such as Please and Thank You are embedded into time, small as they are, convey so much. The third stanza again refers subconsciously to a personal memory. Seeing snow two times in my life. "Every second year of being". This line speaks of how we look back periodically, to see what has changed, and what has changed us. If you think about it, it makes sense. I can't quite explain this sentence in a full manner. "Will you, won't you/Look the other way" is a sentence I associate with the two headed roman god Janus. One head of his faces the past, and another, the future. These two lines relate to the previous stanza. We often tend to look into the past than towards the future. Its a simple reminder to look both ways. It also relates to the law of cause and effect and/or karma, depending on your belief. The last word, "Again" is a more gentle reminder that we must maintain equilibrium, yet at the same time allowing us to understand the fact that it will always be so. Depending on the situation, our memories/thoughts will be focused on the past or present, and that it is an endless cycle. So, Thiefy, there you have it. :) Hope you didn't fall asleep.
In other news, I feel like shite. I'm two days early and i've been curled up in a fetal position four hours after my usual wake-up time. sigh. :(
Yesterday night I did a bad thing. I took my blunt knife and plunged it into somebodys heart. Again. Someone tell me that wasn't a nice thing to do...right? But honestly, it was self-defensive. No matter how much I warned that particular heart to lay off, Nooo, it didn't listen. Look where that got you now. Tsk. I've no sympathy on account of PMS but I'm sure I'l feel guilty enough to apologise a week or so from now.
So now that my guilt conscience has nicely piled its guilt into this little post, I can continue. No, wait. I can't. Okay, I feel horrible. I owe you an apology but I'm too proud to give it to you. I once referred to you in a post back in June. Yeah, The one titled Sex In The Shower. The PS part was for you. Tsk, Ignore the title, hun. Here's a recap.
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. 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.
There. I warned you back then, And i'm sorry I had to break it to you yesterday night, but some things are not meant to be. You left me asleep in my pile of guilt. Seven words and the 3 minute silence that followed was all it took to sink in. I hope you get the point now. I Hope you do, cos this isn't the first time, And if I have to do what I just did again, I will. So Sue Me.
For those who missed the link for "We Like the Moon" Here it is. http://www.rathergood.com/moo... And Hey, I found the lyrics! *grin* Lets sing along, shall we!? :roll: I sound like The Wiggles on coke.
[u]We Like The Moon[/u]
We like the moon coz it is close to us we like the moooon! but not as much as a spoon cuz that's more use for eating soup and a fork isn't very useful for that unless it has got many vegetables and then you might be better off with a chop-stick unlike the moon it is up in the sky it's up there very high but not as high as maybe dirigibles or zeppelins or lightbulbs and maybe clouds and puffins also I think maybe they go quite high too maybe not as high as the moon coz the moon is very high we like the moon the moon is very useful for everyone everybody likes the moon because it lights up the sky at night and its lovely and it makes the tide go and we like it but not as much as cheese we really like cheese we like zeppelins we really like them and we like kelp and we like moose and we like deer and we like marmots and we like all the fluffy animals we really like the moon
Heh. I can hardly believe that was me. :roll: Sad Fact: I wore frocks until the age of 11! Now, looking at that picture, I sense extreme frill benefits and discomfort. How do kids put up with the frills!?
So i'm locked into my room, listening to the sound of rain pattering on my windows. They've locked me in. Bolted the door from the outside. :roll: Dez sent me an interesting link. Check it out here. The lyrics absolutely cracked me up. http://www.rathergood.com/moo... I find that this song (Meredith Brooks - Bitch) has replaced 'My' old song (Krystal Harris - Supergirl). This song is all me. Honestly. I wish it wasn't raining. I wish they'd unlock my door because I'm really hungry. So, I finished reading the Nanny Diaries. Lovable. I'd read it all over again if I hadn't a couple more books I want to read. I've been blowing balloons while reading. *Laugh* My room's full of them now. About 50 or so. 8) I want something to happen. Something out of the blue, something exciting. Something other than picking fights with my parents and having them starve and isolate me. I wanna go run about in the rain. *Looks out the window mournfully* come home, soaked to the skin and take a long bath. My days are blending horribly into nights that are just as endless. Its a vicious cycle and I'm bored already. I've run out of tealights. My burner has ran out of oil too. I'm slightly annoyed. Air-Conditioner residue has infiltrated my room. It still feels damp even though I turned the aircon off about 7 hours ago. Damned wallpaper. Ah well, thats enough of a rant today. I'm feeling goth. Heavy eyeliner. I Hate the world today.
My civil war occurs between my heart, mind and soul. They Never agree on anything! Sigh. I cannot be bothered to elaborate. No, not now. Here's something to keep your eyes busy:
This was done in Primary 4. 8) Look at my likes. I absolutely adore books. To this day, 9 years on from that drawing. They are my escape from harsh reality. My way to travel worlds, to meet new people...To get to know them, yet not so deeply as to stir up emotions on their behalf. Thats what I like about books. You get to know each character within them, and however dear you hold them to your heart, they will remain a constant confidante, holding your secrets and theirs. Books are much like swimming underwater. You can drown in them, and its ever so hard to control yourself when you're dragged back to the surface. To quote from one of my favourite books:
[i]She was so far away from the schoolroom that it was not agreeable to be dragged back suddenly by a howl from Lottie. Never did she find anything so difficult as to keep herself from losing her temper when she was suddenly disturbed while absorbed in a book. People who are fond of books know the feeling of irritation which sweeps over them at such a moment. The temptation to be unreasonable and snappish is one not easy to manage." - A Little Princess (Frances Hodgeson Burnett)[/i]
One who does not read loses so much...There are televisions and other means, but none of them nostalgic or incredible as a good book. They could be anything. They could contain anything. They allow me to dream, if only for a little while...just a little while. :) Create some time for yourselves to immerse into whatever you like to read. If you don't, then have a try. Just browse in a bookshop and see what you find! You never know what might happen...
Opening Scene: Me, asleep. Krish silently turning the doorknob and watching me from the end of my bed. He waddles up to me and climbs onto the bed, sits silently beside me, watching me sleep. Krish kisses me on the cheek and says "Good morning!" I turn my face towards him and I open my eyes...To see him looking absolutely appalled. "Poojie! Your Eyebrows!" He exclaims, and then starts smoothing them out with his fingers and pretending to pluck all of them out while I try furiously not to laugh. "Get off me!" I laugh. He stops, gets up and runs backwards out of the room...and crashes into the door, causing all the clothes to fall onto him. Smart Kid. I cracked up laughing while he sat there bawling his eyes out, before I picked him up and we sat on the window seat. Sweet morning, that was. I love waking up to Krish.
Bro: (Picks up a candy) Cheeku? Me: Yeah, the fruit that tastes furry in your mouth (Bro drops candy with look of disgust and we both crack up laughing)
I am so over and done with with waking up at 4am every morning! AND I'm not going! Details Later. I'm ecstatic. Today's funny convo of the day: Phoebe: Simon Says hop on one leg. Me: Yeah Ya'll, hop. Phoebe: Simon Says hop on both legs! Me: Erh..Phoebe...Thats jumping. Phoebe: Oh, Right. (Cracks up laughing) Woop Woooop. To quote Muffbug. I'm happy. I'm so happy I could explode. August...Here I Come!
Fusion Smoothies is our new hangout. They have a door built in to the wall which looks like a wall. Apparently the employees change into their outfit in it. :twisted: Erh..Nevermind. Anyway, I had a banana in my bag, So what Chris did was lift up the seat and put the banana under it and then proceed to sit on it. Aiyoh. Banana Mush for whoever has to clean that mess up...I couldn't stop laughing though :P Mean as it was. It looked so..Unbanana-ey One more day of this rotten job left, I volunteered to stay an extra day until they find replacements because Bique's leaving on short notice! :cry: Its SO unfair. She's the life of the party. Bique: Goooood Morning Everyone! Isn't it such a gorgeous day!? Us: Erh...Bique...Its a Typhoon... Bique: Just a little bit of rain now, the sun will be out soooooon (starts singing) You see? Sigh. Shes the only thing that can wake us up from 6am blues. Lynds Bit Chris on the train. 3 times. Other than that...I need more sleep. I look like Dracula On Crack. :roll: Thanks for putting that so eloquently, Lynds.
Do not cry, you are really a beautiful potato. :? I got a new mouse. In other news, Pumpernickel, Sabbath, Mystery, Miles, Nee-Chee, Dotcom and Dotnet have all been adopted to loving parents. I'm content, but I'll miss those cats. Someone stole my lingerie again :( The typhoon's gone and I'm hungry again. Bad spell. Flu, perhaps. Oh, If you're indian in HK, you'll sometimes find that when you walk past another indian entwined around a (lamp)post or street sign, They usually burst out in song if you're dressed cute enough. :roll: And its usually an indian song. Usually I doubled over laughing. You're not to look at them...just walk past. Never, EVER stop for a man-whore (Thanks, Mamta, for the word of the week!). Happened to me yesterday. Bought a new bellyring and walked past this TST-ian guy round a lampost, and he burst into song for the girl walking a few paces in front of me. I cracked up laughing when My friend pointed and said 'Oh look, the Whore's are singing again!' He went so red in the face... :twisted: More Later. I'm late for work.
Typhoon Protractor. Yup, I'm not kidding. I was wearing a white suit, and Work was called off when Typhoon signal number 8 was hoisted (T8) I walked home in the rain cos I forgot my umbrella. Supposedly its T8^. Will rise to T9 or possibly higher. Sigh. I got hit by a falling twig on the way home. *Sigh* And I keep thinking of cats with lit firecrackers up their ass. We had fun. Phoebe, Me, Lynds, Chris. Ate at pizza hut. Stuffed crust and seafood fettucini and one Hot chocolate. You know how you can split open the stuffed crust and eat up all the mozzarella inside? eventually I was left with a pile of open crusts. Chris wrote 'Your ass' on a piece of tissue and we dipped one of the open crusts into the now-tobascoed hot chocolate and left it on lynds's plate. :roll: We also ended up messing with the mushroom soup, the tabasco ending up in our water glasses and the hot chocolate. Ended up with a few good wads of tissue paper in each glass. Tsk, We were all high on yesterday's drinks. Me with my Peach Margarita smoothie, Lynds's Banana Baileys, Phoebe's Random Drink and Chris's Russian Roulette. All yummy smoothies. Yay I got to come back to the house early today because of the typhoon. Can't wait to see how bad it will get. :twisted: What else...Oh, right. Hey Chris! Cookie! *Cracks up laughing* I don't know why you got scared when I did that...:P Okay, I'm going to go and celebrate my 2 hours early freedom. Ta
Thats an angry noise, by the way. I'm very sleepy. I think I usually sleep by 8:44pm nowadays. Oddsbodikins. I'mna nap. I promise to post longer posts once my working hours are fixed. PS: Liquids don't work. Excepting Water.
4am to 7pm. Nice. I need to nap... I still can't keep food down. sigh. Well, a little. I'll eat a bit, but it just gets retched back up...This situation sounds familiar. I just hope I don't pop the veins in my eyes this time around. It gives a whole new meaning to the meaning bloodshot. Heck i'm still alive though (unfortunately), I must be keeping down some of what I eat, I suppose. I recover from withdrawal from AD's and get put on them with twice as vehemence the second time around. Smart. Heh, I'm going to sleep. I can hardly keep my eyes open... I just realise I've to work Saturday and Sunday. 4am-7pm. Sigh... I can't attend Eggies/Tez's joint Bday party thanks to the fact that I've to work...And they're going to Dan Ryans! Its funny, I live in HK and i've never eaten there. Honestly. Sigh... Naptime.
Yup. I'm not kidding. exactly what the title says. http://www.furnitureporn.com :roll: Too much spare time, I'd say. I miss yum cha-ing. I'm exhausted. Work requires getting up at 4 in the morning and sleeping at midnight. Tez/Eggie canceled the Ocean park trip. damn. Well i'm quitting the camp job this week. full one weeks pay though..good enough. I'l go splurge on MK. Parents dragging me to India on monday. God knows where. We'll probably be stuck in a tour bus, in the 45 degree sun, or be soaked in the pouring rain. The bus'll probably break down, too. Feck. Someone explain to me the logic of touring around a state you don't want to visit? I'd rather stay here and work. Speaking of work, I'd rather work here and not go there...I don't need a vacation. The best way to chill is to slog it all out, seeing as I don't take kickboxing nomore. Cathartic, I'd say. I've been asked 3 times in the last couple of hours why I choose to work or read during lunch instead of eating. Simple answer, I've not the energy or the time. The last meal I had was Yum Cha the day before yesterday, In the afternoon. I can't be bothered to eat, nothing stays down, anyway. So, I'm going to have a good weekend before I go off to god knows where. Get my Michael Kors, all the books so I won't die of boredom (A month! Damnit) and whatever else I mentioned on the list a while ago. I can't be shagged to copy paste it all again. Horrible week, hopeful weekend. I'm going to go chuck a couple of penguins in the air now. Be good, Dahlinks. PS: Can all the people mad at me, become unmad? Cos I don't have the patience right now. Trials, and I'm back on 28 a day. Thats what you get for having a chinese Psychiatrist. That and weird stories about dragons and catflaps. See previous blog. PPS: Been reading Philip Larkin again. Here's one that caught my eye.
[u]This Be the Verse[/u]
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself.
-Philip Larkin
Oh feck. I just finished reading a book called 'Bookends' by Jane Green. Thanks Dikshya for lending it to me...That book...I feel so flooded I can hardly speak. I can relate to Cath...Her fears...I Can relate to Lucy, her mothering. To Si, his pain. To Portia, her coldness, and to Josh, his lost bewilderness. I really shouldn't cry this often, you know. Though tears don't much say how weak but how strong you are to be. But honestly...The ending...My family of choice. I even warmed up to Ingrid, the au pair, and Max, the Krish replica. Its almost 10. I tried sleeping, meditating, a hot bath and lavender. Nothings working. I've an aquarium for a brain and thoughts do swim, occasionally bashing into the glass so hard I wince. Dumb little things, aren't they? Aimless. I just wanted to write about the book, tis all. I'm going to go try and catch forty winks, and hopefully they won't be interpreted as fishfood. Thoughts that swim at the bottom of the tank may very well swirl to the surface and mess with the biological aspects of sleep. I wish for a dreamless sleep. Goodnight.
White, to protect you. Red, to bind you from committing harm to yourself and others. Purple, to calm and relieve you. I cast. Please be safe. the white is snuffing out...don't fight the protection I sent. Be safe. I caused you pain. I promised to look after you...I am as of yet still unforgiven for all the harm I caused. My borrowed strength will last a little while alone. I will watch over you till I deplete... I hope my apologies and prayers are not futile. Be safe querido...
There is nothing left. I came searching for you, yesterday night. A bond through our way of life being the only connection. I waited, albeit impatiently, to break the news to you. To coin a phrase, my heart ached to contrast my pain against your happy news. I was happy for you. I waited till you came back, and broke it then. And unleashed whatever I held back for so long. I laughed as a second wave of tears broke over me. Miles away, you felt my pain too, didn't you. Each tear a pinch, a sting, yet you lent me a shoulder, you let me vent and rant until I was completely spent. You knew I was calmer before I spoke, and through it all, understood everything I typed...everything. Thank you. To you I have two pieces of advice. Hang on to what you have right now, for I just know it's the best thing that will ever happen to you. Second, control yourself. Saltwater tears. Saltwater burns well. I had them roll silently onto the then spitting purple candle. Lavender. The colour, the scent to make one heal. I burnt my finger. Foolhardy. I cried myself to sleep that night. A black torrent, like you said. My version called The Can. I laughed everytime a second wave engulfed me, wondering why I was feeling this much, when I should have remained numb. My usual stance. Sleep was welcome, however fitful. I soaked this morning in a bath so hot I scalded myself. A living lobster. A conversation replayed in my mind... ."What was your reason to do that?" "What was yours?" "You're avoiding the topic. Aversion is never a good thing, you know that." "I Know" "You are here to heal." Silence. "Another prescription, perhaps" he declared, thoughtfully. "If you say so". She shrugged. Went back to looking out the window. "This is entirely unprofessional but-" "I'm paying you. this better be worth my time." "I believe your ch'i, your energy force is stuck. You spoke, once, of walls built. You are born of the dragon sign, Is it not? Your spirit's energy was bound to burst through a wall. You cannot hold one captive. Its your energy force. It will not stay dormant, and will stagnate." "Point being?" "You have to, pardon the expression, build a catflap. You are sure to understand this. You and your cats will understand this. Give way to what you feel, once in a while. I will once more refer to what you have said in the past, about a vo-" "A catflap." She snorted disdainfully, and he carried on. "About a void. Your dragon has decided to stagnate there. You have filled it with nothing but yo-" "Enough." End of conversation. My dragon. My ch'i. Perhaps...just perhaps. I dressed, I went to work. Worked overtime. No night job tonight. I'm drained. Wendy will call me. I handed in my resignation at the bar. It will now be stored as a memory in a nook of my mind. Its a soothing feeling, to feel empty. Drained. Hollow. What aches only makes you stronger with time, yes? So i wake up slightly puffy eyed. None the worse for wear, 2 hours later. Though really, I am, in fact, Just on the brink of sleep itself. Tonight I will be consulting my spirits. I wish to write what I can here, so I can look back, someday, with pride of mastering the plane I am on currently. Its difficult to say when I began meditating. It was first to distract, to drown out the noise. Then I could attain peace. The plane I am on right now does not energise me, like the ones lower down, but in fact, drains me. This plane is different from the rest. It has...things. Spirits, perhaps, with no body forms. They have voices to soothe. to calm. They will point one in the right direction. Answer your questions in a way allowing you to answer them yourself. Time travels much more quickly on this plane. You will find yourself tiring, 10 minutes into the conversation. You will return and find more than 6 hours have passed by. Your energy drained, you will usually sleep for hours, a dead sleep. Dreamless. There is a sensation that if you stay on this plane too long (my longest, 14 minutes) you will not be able to return, for your power drains away, and you need to save it for the ascent back down. I have a theory, to allow myself to stay on this plane longer, to ascertain other planes. Higher planes. To do so I must be able to draw from an energy source while on the plane. This requires both ability to control the higher and mortal plane at the same time. Perhaps, draw energy from a plant to keep my energy up on that plane. A tree, an elder tree. But I must learn, first. I will be consulting the tarot for you, sometime soon. Tonight I am much too weary, and I crave sleep. It has begun already.
Actually, its evening at the moment...woke up to Krish's shrill screams. He got his arm stuck in the vacuum cleaner. Again. :roll: I had to be his princess in the purple blankie and rescue him...thing is, my blanket got sucked into the nozzle, and I almost lost my last bit of modest clothing as I wrestled frantically with that vacuum cleaner and my now stuck cloth blanket. Then it went dead. I look up to see Krish holding the plug in his hand. Smart Kid. Can't live with him, can't live without him. And stop thinking whatever you're thinking. Yes, I do spend sunday morning in an apron alone, and thats only when im in the kitchen. So there. Now shut that dirty little mind of yours before I bombard you with the intricate details of hot oil and the wonders of a frying pan. :wink: I finally lit my large purple lavender and white swirly candle. Recently i've been boiling juniper incense in my candle burner. just hot water and bits of powdered incense because the pieces are too small to burn. Here, I got a recent picture of Krish clutching my leg Cute, innit? You could drown in his eyes. 5 times in the span of 4 hours. I need to nap.
So much to say yet so little energy... The day was okay. Went for Yum Cha *grin* Had stuffed rice intestines, radish cakes, dilumpilings and lots and lots of Jasmine tea. Of course we all found it Impossible to work after that heavy meal, so we ended up working anyway (Yes, that Purposely made no sense) *grin* Twas all good. I'm stuffed and very sleepy. Finished reading 'She's come undone' by Wally Lamb. About 450 Pages. In 4 and a half hours, I think that's quite an accomplishment *struts about proudly* Entertained everyone with chicken facts. Fun. Hi to Headphone Confused Dikshya, Cha Siu Bao Loving Rebecca, Chopstick Wielding Lyndsey, ParkNShop Turnstiling Chris, Knees-And-Ears-On-The-Gro und Peter and Monchichi-ish Angel. I'll try sheep facts next time around okay? And Yes, When I sneeze it means you should turn the air conditioner Off. And normal people DO mangle lollipop sticks. I can't help it if i'm still teething. I'm gonna go sleep. I'm absofrickinlutely need a nap. Have a great Friday night ya'll, and The first person to wake me up at 4 in the morning, asking me to join them for drinks at LKF are likely to be dead before dawn hits. No kidding. PS: Bique, Don't scratch! PPS: Saw this lil quiz thang on a friends blog (No Wicked Can Reign, See Links). I'm a sucker for these little pop quizzes. Here's my result:
i am open-minded!
You're pretty knowledgeable about music in general. You like indie music, sure, but that's only part of it. You'll listen to any old shit as long as it sounds good to you. You're not snobby about music at all, you just like what you like. How boring. Curiously, this makes you popular with the opposite sex. How indie are you?
So today was not such a bad day. the job went well. The camp one is irking me though. somehow I ended up with one week of duties while everyone got 6. How odd is that? and Wendy (Biiiiitch) refused to see me along with another friend of mine who has the same problem. Several things to consider We have a 6 week contract. We work for one week, but does that mean we get paid for 6 or vice versa? cos if its the former I don't much mind :lol: Secondly, why did those who signed up AFTER me and my friend get the full six week job and we didn't? Thirdly, it couldn't have been the qualifications cos all the other members on the team are white. Could our looks be doing this to us? tsk... Sigh. If the first point is true, I gave up my vacation and my time for this. Our (planned) vacations are non-refundable, and we've already put in two meetings beforehand! Sigh This isn't the end of this yet. Unfair! Okay so i'm ranting and raving...
UCAUTION
IN THE INTEREST OF SAFETY IT IS ADVISABLE TO KEEP VODKAB AWAY FROM FIRE AND FLAMES.
Too true. Alcohol and Fire are about as potent as a lighter and a farting teen.
Thanks To Tyler, who found this crazy website, We bring you....YetiSports!! http://www.yetisports.org Yes Indeed, Why not play baseball and see how far you can hit the penguin? Or perhaps a 'different' kind of darts? And there is my personal favourite, swinging the penguins round and then chucking them up into the air! In addition we have the very interesting Albatross flight and Penguin golf! Roll up, roll up and play online to watch the penguins fly/fall/flee! This is the dawn of a new era...new olympics...new medication for me... :roll: :) I start my new job(s) tomorrow. Can't wait. Liked YetiSports? Want/Know some more wacky sites? Leave a comment! PS: Ty, Imna kill you. you got me addicted to hurling penguins in the air...I have yet to reach the high score list! 8)
The only people who can draw a proper circle freehand are those who are mentally challenged/disabled in some way. I lost 3 socks and 6 pieces of lingerie to my washing machine. Is it time to get a new one? I don't feel much like writing today...
You have a Lost Soul. No one is really sure what that can always mean, because it can be defined in many ways. As Legend goes, lost souls were the spirits of passed away people who are neither in heaven nor hell. They walk the earth, brooding mysteriously, always appearing when you expect it least. So hence, if you have a Lost Soul, then you are probably very insecure and shy. Stuck in your own little box, you watch the world fly by as a loner. You dont know your place. You seemingly dont have a place in society or an interest. You are a very capricious person, and are confused and frustrated about where you belong. You crave for the sense and feeling of home-but have not obtained it yet.
I had an okay day... Greece won the match! Ronaldo cried! hahaha that made my day, that did. *grins wickedly* poor baby. And that guy who ran across the pitch and threw a flag at the players? I watched the police tackle him and my eye caught the lettering on his shirt. JimmyJump I looked it up and found out that he pulls stunts like this for a living. Sweet. I must say, throughout the first half of the game, Figo looked constipatedly hyper, but regressed to just plain constipated after Greece won. Viva la greece and to quote "From the underdogs, to the Greek Gods". My cousin gave me a couple of cute eyeshadows and lipglosses she hasn't used cos they ain't her colour..nice. Suit me well. Ah, today was an okay day. I slept at 6am after watching the match, woke up at 10 and realised I was running late. Hopped out of bed and made my way to a friends place. We went for lunch at Spaghetti House. I had the All american meat sauce and baked cheese spaghetti. Nice. Then, cinema time. Watched Spideman 2. Sweet...better than I expected, seeing as I hadn't watched the first part. Went to Swindon's and found two books I wanted (see previous post). From $94, The nanny diaries had gone down to $39. strange. And from $112 You don't know me went down to $15! That made me happy. saw another book in the bargain corner. X-Files. Got it for my gitty brother for some reason. Maybe I was feeling nice. I went to the harbour after I left my friend's house. I'd brought a buttered bun but I couldn't swallow any of it. I walked...Sat down. I stared over the vast expanse of ocean, the distant liners, the sweet sampans, the other side of Hong Kong...I felt lost. I felt a tugging at my pocket and looked down to see a sparrow eating my bread bun. Shooed it off but it came back. Seeing as I couldn't swallow anyway, I sprinkled the rest on the ground. Two sparrows. The cheeky one and a more scared one who hopped away every time I moved. I watched them peck up the crumbs. One kept flying away with them. A nest, perhaps. chicklings. Then the crumbs were gone, and the sun was setting. The two sparrows hopped onto the railing and sat close together, their back towards me. I wanted to laugh And cry. I don't know why...They seemed so content. I felt so lost. I'm such a crazy, crazy person at times. I've no idea how I got home. Must've fallen asleep in the train. Burnt my finger lighting the temple lamp. I'm hopeless, sometimes. So lost. Listening to Evanascence as I walked home didn't help much either...My Immortal had me in floods, and Everybody's Fool made me angry all over again. No, it's not PMS. I wish to say something. Thank you for understanding me. You sense my moods when I have yet to speak. Yes, I am overly sentimental and a deep thinker, as you say, but thank you. You tell me to unload my burden. You know how stubborn I am...and You also make me admit to my stubborn faults. :P Like the psychologist I wish to be, even If I say I put my problems aside and lsiten to others, you tell me I don't put them aside and that I carry them instead. Yes, you're right...I do. Hehe...acceptance is the first step to recovery, innit? :) I'm sorry I mother you sometimes. Well, actually, all the time, but I can't help it. Everyones a cockerel or pullet to me, Motherhen. Smooch. Thanks. I'm gonna go read some more. Have a good night ya'll. Oh, one more thing. Marigolds are edible and make good sex toys. Don't ask. :roll:
Why does this song make me cry? (Hoobastank - The Reason) I've got other news...I'm taking up another job alongside my nine to fiver. After that. Night english camp teaching thingy. I think if I keep myself busy, I can come back to the house, sleep and repeat the next morning. I'l keep myself busy. Its my means of escape, for now. So this job is paying me extra, What am I going to spend and save it for? Well so far, these are the books I'm going to buy: Once a Thief / Always a Thief Life Of Pi The Da Vinci Code / Angels and Demons Wasted (Marya Hornbacher) You Don't Know Me Robin Cook / Margaret Cuthbert Bambi (Felix Salten) / Bambi's Children A Little Princess The Feng Shui Detective / Heads South (Nury Vittachi) A Certain Chemistry (Mil Millington) The Devil Wears Prada Confessions Of a Shopoholic / Ties The Knot / Manhattan The Book Of Answers The Bell Jar / Poems By Sylvia Plath The Shallow Man Madame Butterfly The Lovely Bones The Nanny Diaries The Little Prince *Grin* that is a lot of books. Beyond that, I want the entire Friends and Sex In The City series on DVD. Ooh I'd love the whole Monkey Island Series and I'l be nice and buy my brother (the rotten git) the full set of The Sims games...He likes those. For krish, Cute clothes and toys... Hmm, what else. Lingerie. Never enough of that... Oh, I'd love some more Lily Wong Books... An Encyclopaedia set, that'd bring back memories. Im not going to buy any clothes. I've been wearing the same things for more than 4 years and they still fit. I think Imna be stuck at 5ft forever. Good enough I suppose. I want something tiny...A vase. 5cm tall. I want to put in feathers...Undying flowers. Also, I Want Michael Kors perfume! Its my scent, I Know it is... Finally, I want a vacation. Somewhere exotic...Where there are no relatives, just sunshine. Maybe, perhaps, a trip to somewhere warm... Ah, dreams. I havn't even started work yet. :roll: Oh well... One can be graceful with sunsets, but never ignorant of the night, for the night brings anonymous escape.
I'm gonna go stay at a friend's place for two nights. I need a break and a kitkat. Things here are getting worse and nothing I seem to do helps, So for my peace of mind and others, I'mna go stay over until things calm down. I don't want to be hit again. I'll blog if I Can, but no promises. Cheers.
Well, I quit my old job. My new one begins on the 7th of this month. *grin* Roughly 5 days of slacking. *Cheers* I had the interview today :) Kinda gruelling...too many forms to fill in. I hate writing in print. Maybe it's cos im left handed. But I did get the job, which pays more or less what I usually get, but with actual work hours. In other news, today was my last surgery.
Now, for the bad news. Today I fought with my brother. The 13 year old git. Sigh. It was trivial, but thats two fights in the same day (see blog below) and I'm exhausted. This computer is technically mine, yes? Yes. So, we have this 'timing system. He can use it from 1-6 and me, onwards. However, sometimes he doesn't use it and has interpreted this fact that he can actually use up 6 hours in total. So he was banging on my door asking what time he could use it, while I was in the midst of doing something incredibly important (filing my nails) I said that his time was up, but he was furious and said I owed him an hour. My door was locked so he went to get the key...I heard this and I hate, absolutely hate people doing that because its My room. Aye, that sounds like a typical teenager comment but honestly, outside this area, is not home, its house. I unlocked my door and went to wrench the keys out of his grasp. He was angry enough so I pinned him down (advantage of being an older sister) but he kicked me off (advantage of being a heavier brother) and I went flying. Hurt my head on the side of the table, sigh. I picked him up and stuffed him on the sofa, wrenched the keys out of his grasp, but only after he slashed my face and my arm, and his leg kicked out where I had surgery. Smart. I managed to make it back to my room with the keys. Violent git. Now i've three scratches on my face and on my arm, too... Sigh.
Now, a word of advice to all (Except Amber, who knows this one and followed it and actually got something out of the experience) When travelling, always, always take a pair of socks. I cannot stress that fact enough. Even if you go to Honolulu and walk around barefoot all day, Take those socks! Thank you.
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Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand...
-W.B Yeats
I watched Artificial Intelligence yesterday night...such a gorgeous movie. There were these lines from the movie (above)that struck me quite hard. The words are from a poem by W.B Yeats called "The Stolen Child". Its a gorgeous poem, several different translations, but mostly it speaks of how life's simple pleasures outweigh the deceptive fairy-life. I found it was an excellent piece to use in the movie, for the boy (David) is told he is unique, even though he's a machine and looks real. Like Pinocchio, the puppet. He too, fueled by a fairy tale, sets out to become a real boy. Back to the poem. You can see the full poem Here.
Well, Greece won last night...which means that its back to the beginning between Greece and Portugal...Here we go again. :roll: But, on the other hand, they had a good defense last night. The czechs were bummed. I remember this one guy had flopped onto his back and a fly landed on his face and he was swatting it away frantically, until the camera moved away. Couldn't help laughing at that.
Bad start this morning. My mother wanted to clean out the closet in my brothers room which holds my other baby brothers clothes, and my brother (a fully fledged 13 year old git) started telling her to get out of his room. That, of course, made my mother hysterical. I was asleep this time but at her shrill voice I was jerked out of my half-daze, my first thought being the safety of my baby brother. By the time I could get my gown on, my nanny had entered the picture and my mother was screaming at her. God, its horrible. Its like living with a banshee. :evil: And then my mother drove my nanny wild and she went off crying too after screaming back at my mom. Bitch. Sigh, she didn't even realise she was holding my baby brother and he hadn't stopped crying for a couple minutes straight. I literally flung open my door and grabbed him from her... So far I managed to soothe him but my baby bro's a brooder, like me. He sulks. If anyone goes near him its a case of 'Feck off or i'll bite you" and he will. He curls up on the window seat and will sit there for hours on end, just looking out...thinking. I do the very same thing. I wish our family wasn't so...unnerving. Especially at 8 in the morning. Bloody hell. I'd better go clean up. she threw an ornament at my door.
I Forgot to pay my internet bill :oops: Next blog, Friday. And here I am in this eerie blue cybercafe...nice. Heh. Gotta Run. 3 Minutes left till I Auto-logout. Cheers. PS: A pinch and a punch for the first day of the month. New beginnings...
Rotten. Sigh
