Happy Halloween/Samhain Everyone :) Samhain is very, very productive for me. I find the energy buildup during the night quite exciting, and it fuels my emotions and instinct to write. Here's a piece I scared up (no pun intended! Honest!) while walking home.
She was walking, the only sounds were of the night. They did not frighten her. Swathed in her cloak, she paused in a clearing, threw her head back, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Her eyes reflected nothing, and something else. Something else so much darker. Time to celebrate. You wouldn't hear her, traipsing alone. Perhaps one would feel her presence, or caught in the corner of ones vision. Perhaps. Time elapsed, yet she did not notice. When she reached the top, she sat, her intake of breath short, and sharp. Pain beyond pain. She wrapped her cloak tighter around her, as she walked to the edge of the precipice and gazed over the city lights glittering below. She was a shadow. And this night, the night she had been born. Her eyes glowed like the coal within a jack-o-lantern. She was born to inherit it all, yet remained alone. The pariah from those she resembled the most. To be part of both worlds... She shivered with pleasure and pain when the moon came out, both hot and cold in its light. She'd run again tonight.
New Camera! Its not that great, but it'll do. cheers, ya'll. Here's some eye candy for you lot, just to keep you satiated
Garbage - Androgyny
When everything is going wrong And you can't see the point in going on Nothing in life is set in stone There's nothing that can't be turned around
Nobody wants to be alone Everybody wants to love someone Out of the tree go pick a plum Why can't we all just get along?
(Boys) Boys in the girls room (Girls) Girls in the men's room You free your mind in your androgyny (Boys) Boys in the parlor (Girls) They're getting harder I'll free your mind and your androgyny
No sweeter a taste that you could find Than fruit hanging ripe upon the vine There's never been an oyster so divine A river deep that never runs dry
The birds and bees they hum along Like treasures they twinkle in the sun Get on board and have some fun Take what you need to turn you on
(Boys) Boys in the girls room (Girls) Girls in the men's room You free your mind in your androgyny (Boys) Boys in the parlor (Girls) They're getting harder I'll free your mind (3x) I’ll free your…
(Boys) Behind closed doors and under stars (Girls) It doesn't matter where you are (Boys) Collecting jewels that catch your eye (Girls) Don't let a soulmate pass you by
I could be a white sprite (I'm a tiny person, so this will work) and I think it'd look okay and different from my usual costume. Costume requirements White leotard White stockings White lace up ballet pumps White wings (Saw these huge ones!)
Or I could be (along the lines of) a Dominatrix Cat? like I was last year. Costume Requirements Black leotard Fishnets Whip Tail Collar/Handcuffs Ears Thigh Highs.
She was sitting in the bus With the world passing her by But she didn't look up And she wasn't at all shy.
In her hands she held two books And on them fixed her eyes She wouldn't even feel the looks Of passengers wondering why.
She was concentrating At the young age of three For Dickens she was reading The other was a dictionary.
She put them down onto her lap Her eyes she did blink twice And gazed up at the train's map To make sense of her time.
Back she went into her depth Of what she held so dear Twas emotion she had felt And in warmth it drew her near.
She rubbed her tired eyes And looked out of the window She let out one of those sighs That touched their very core.
And thus she learnt to want More and more.
A piece that flowed from my pen this afternoon, on the train. I read Charles Dickens' Hard Times when I was 3 or so. Myself and My dictionary. I used to sit on the steps leading to my house, or in the bus on the way home. Its one of my earlier memories... Not my best piece of poetry, but it does bring back fond memories...Of a past one used to have.
Due to overwhelming demand, the previous controversial post has been removed. However, may I add that this is My blog. My place to rant. To say whats in my head. This little area of mine has been infringed. I shall say no more. nothing more political or what has effects on certain individuals. If you don't like it, don't read it. Nuff Said.
UPDATE!: The previous post of which I speak of in this has been placed below, due to the voices that commented on this post, and A greatful thank you for your words go out to each and every one of you. To the affected party, I mean you no disrespect, and no, I am not taking another stab at you. Thank you for your Kind cooperation, and To those who supported my right to blog, Thank You!
Okay, before I throw an extremely large rant at you, may I just say that this is aimed at a specific person, and whoever feels offended by my post, I apologise in advance, and therefore repeat, This applies to one person alone, who is not affiliated with anyone I know on tblog, so chill, people.
Aight. Firstly, I am totally fed up of politics. May I state that it is the USA citizens which have the right to vote, whereas the REST OF THE WORLD has their right to their opinions! I don't fucking care if you don't agree with me, but here's a gentle reminder: THIS IS HK! We are not the ones doing the voting here! STOP getting concerned over what doesn't concern you! You are the one person, who will make an IMPACT on someone elses decision, but will not CHANGE it. For the decision had ALREADY BEEN MADE BEFORE THE ELECTIONS STARTED. I'm pro bush, anti war. You have a problem with that? go deal with it. You have the right to challenge my decision, but you do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT have the right to say that what I believe is wrong in any way, because of what you believe in. Each person is entitled to their own beliefs, own view points, and should be allowed to express them. If I am speaking to you with other parties involved about my decision, You have no reason to explode at me because of your UNRELATED reason. You have no Right to tell me what to believe in. Capisce? Bear with me. You can relate to someone in the army, Yes? Take into account that they have in fact, CHOSEN to work for the military. They KNEW the risks involved when they chose to go into the military. IT WAS THEIR CHOICE. They knew what they were getting into, and the fact is, that you CANNOT control their decision. Yes, you can influence it, but the decision is entirely up to them! One thing you cannot face is lack of control, Listen up, You cannot control what you cannot control. End of story. When they got into the military, they started fighting FOR BUSH. Are you not going to support them in their decision? I respect the fact that you worry for him/her. I respect the fact that you are afraid, but should you not support this friend one yours, instead of voting simply because you think Bush got them into what they did? Let me tell you, that long before yours truly whom we speak of got involved with the military, Bush was fighting before he/she got involved, and when he/she got involved, he/she FOUGHT not BECAUSE of Bush, but FOR Bush. Accept it, sweetheart. Thats Life. Like it or slit your wrists. I am sorry if you can't handle this, but its true. I am sympathetic to your claims, yes, but they only account for stereotypes and rumours. You ought to know better. You have to understand that your opinion is not the only one that counts, Understand? Or do I have to spell it out for you? Your opinion counts, BUT BE CONSIDERATE OF OTHER PEOPLE'S OPINIONS, TOO. If you wish to support them, do so, but do not fucking yell at me for what I happen to believe in. Sure, war is wrong, Bush has made his mistakes, but he has done his fair share of good, too. Another point, I am quite happy, as I said, with you challenging what I believe in. I will ALWAYS, ALWAYS have a counter-argument ready, and It is MY fault if I don't. But I will find one. And when I do, you'd better be able to take it. I am unsympathetic to those who will fight back without reason. Fight, yes, but also be prepared to lose. You got yourself into this, get yourself out or die trying. If your arguments are basic, unrelated, and perhaps even immature, you should not fucking be involved in things you do not understand. This is not a playground. This involves background knowledge, and the war will not simply end when the elections are over. I have a feeling you feel quite intimidated by what I said, and that was the reason why you exploded at me. What you heard me say, might have challenged your own viewpoints enough to doubt yourself. The one thing I know you are incapable of handling is doubt, especially when it concerns yourself Its an unpleasant feeling, but heck, learn and live with it, or else you'll find yourself in deeper shit that you can ever get into. Don't say I didn't warn you. Secondly, I find it very trying to put up with the fact that you are resolute in decisions. This is an excellent quality to have, but not when your decision is the only one that matters, regardless of how it affects other people. The world does not revolve around yourself. In a world such as this, you must be able to support your side of any argument with evidence of your thoughts, with CONSIDERATION. Theres another word I'd like to feed you. No matter how highly you rate yourself, you have to have CONSIDERATION (There it is again!) for other viewpoints. Challenge them. Just don't disregard them. That being your ultimate weakness. You will only hurt yourself over and over if you do not learn to accept other points of view, regardless of your own. Accept, but do not believe, if you will. Challenge me, but don't say what I believe in is wrong. It may be, but give me clear reasons, not some pathetic rubbish, with no hard evidence, no backing, no nothing. I'm sarcastic for a reason, and that reason is your inconsiderate behaviour. I am, in fact, quite ashamed of the way you acted. I was not expressing my views only to you. Other people were involved, and they counter-argued. They did not simply explode and said I was wrong. They had their own views, and expressed them in a clear, and may I add, COHERENT manner.
Now get out of here before I bitchsmack you to high heaven.
Foo. That felt good. I apologise to those reading this who have no clue as to whats going on, but I STRONGLY ADVISE whoever this is aimed at not to comment. Go find yourself a sheep to fuck or something, I cannot tolerate you today.
Thank you for your cooperation. I will now go back to peacefully working as I intended to do, this evening. PS: This is a controversial post, yes, And I am quite happy saying I'm pro-bush. Anti-war, though. We'll see what happens. I accept any comments you will have about this post, but honestly, I do not mean to show disrespect to anyone who is offended by this. Sincere apologies.
Aight. There you have it. The comments I got on this post, are pasted below. To friendly smack in the face, I do not know who you may be, but thanks for the compliments. I was quite the controversial little brat I wished to be, yesterday :) And this being my blog, I'm sure I have my right. I realise I may have exploded just a tad bit, but that is not of your concern. Have a good day.
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» sriv [outside user] Thursday 10.28.04 [6:23 pm] good one....
» VodkaB Thursday 10.28.04 [6:31 pm]
Reply to: sriv Its not about it being good. Its about respect. If she/he can't handle what I've written, or my point of view, let them deal with it. Their stubbornness is their downfall. I will not, this time, say I told you so, because I will be hated even more for it. Why should I bother? If they want to feel their own inflicted pain, let them. If they don't want to accept simple facts, their problem. All I'm saying is that I'm not going to say I told you so, because I'm not pretentious. And I'm letting him/her make the decision for themselves. This isn't personal. Its a point of view shared by several people, and not myself alone. Nuff Said.
» me [outside user] Thursday 10.28.04 [6:55 pm]
hmmmmm, i think you are wrong. i think snugglepuff can beat gigglywiggly in the arena, cos snugglepuff has earth qualities while gigglywiggly is just funny
» VodkaB Thursday 10.28.04 [7:01 pm]
Reply to: me Are we talking pokemon characters here? *puzzled* are they holding elections too now?
» Friendly smack in the face [outside user] Thursday 10.28.04 [7:52 pm]
When I read this I was almost tempted to say you have some good points at first but then everything got screwed over by this immature straightforward offensive attitude which just makes you sound like a pissed off kid, for no reason might I add.
Oh and your controversies are on a lot more levels than just the Pro-Bushn, anti-war thing. You make more than a few points about debating but you don't even follow your own advice. But I 'll leave those for you to discover instead of pointing them all out.
Now to the real point of the whole thing ... get over the friggin politics and look at what all this was really about! Friendship .. and was is probably a keyword here.
I never understood that word. Oh Well. Lets see now...its 25 degrees and I'm freezing. sigh. Gotta get back to the life I know...Song stuck in my head. Train's I'm About To Come Alive. HKAYP comin' up soon. Can't wait. All jittery both with excitement and fear. We rechecked our map, and the 40km we did last time was 40km square. The route itself was only 27km. This time round, however, the route IS roughly 40km. Ouch. My tummy's growling thanks to almsthvn's post. *sigh* I want spaghetti. I'mna go make spaghetti. Eat proper, ya'll.
I came 36 out of 60 or so in cross country :( Well...Better than nothing... Ah well. But I can't feel my ankle. Tis numb. And tingly sometimes. I'm hungry. I'm going to sleep now. Good evening ya'll. PS: I got the hiccups.
And the longest title to date. :roll: I've a tummy-ache. The phrase springs to mind "Don't trust anything that bleeds for a week and doesn't die".
Here's the weird arse conversation I had this morning. I'm not telling you which one is me.
A: Dung. B: What? A: This place smells like fertiliser. B: No, what'd you say before that? A: Dung? B: Yeah. No. The Body Shop. A: What? B: Smells like that wood. A: What wood? B: Body shop...That wood... A: Sandalwood? B: Yeah. A: More Like Gak now. B: Play-Doh. A: *Smack* Same Difference B: Owww! A: Did you know you walk quicker with smaller steps when you're cold? B: Shut up. Just get in the bloody bus. A: You should have brought your sweater. B: Smells like wet leather. A: I don't care. This whole place smells like cod-liver oil.
There you have it. Don't even THINK about who I am in that conversation. I'm out of oestrogen and I have a gun. :P I just aggravated my stomach by eating a whole tub of French Vanilla Chocolate Fudge. Someone shoot me.
Something weird happened. My mother came in and we were just having a conversation, and somewhere in it she said 'that sucks'. I cracked up laughing. How many 'traditional' mothers like mine say such things? She was appalled. walked out of my room saying "I'm influenced by your culture." Yes'm.
Nap time, before I throw a tantrum or my baby brother across the room.
The world was on fire No one could save me but you. Strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't want to fall in love [This love is only gonna break your heart] No, I don't want to fall in love [This love is only gonna break your heart] With you With you
What a wicked game you play To make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do To let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say You never felt this way What a wicked thing to do To make me dream of you v And I don't wanna fall in love [This love is only gonna break your heart] And I don't want to fall in love [This love is only gonna break your heart]
{World was on fire No one could save me but you Strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No I don't wanna fall in love [This love is only gonna break your heart No I don't wanna fall in love [This love is only gonna break your heart] With you With you
Nobody loves no one
I was going to write something very important but I forgot what. Hmm. The good news is that I've finished ALL my work the exception being one particularly long essay. I'm taking a break till 8:30 since i've been working since 2:30 non-stop. *proud* The essay will (hopefully) take 3 hours to complete. 2000 words.
Okay, list of books I need to get. Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy Bambi Bambi's children Black Beauty Moral Problems Accion Gramatica Always A Thief
Damn the bookstores in Hong Kong. Why is every book I want either out of stock, unavailable, or out of print? *sigh*
This is going to be a post about how much I love and hate wooden flooring. Exactly. Now, the thing about wooden floors is that your feet don't get cold. The bad thing is they tend to make you dizzy if you're looking down at it while walking. :roll: I'm a little bit paranoid, for those of you who don't know already, but particularly with wooden flooring tiles. It all started off when I read somewhere that if water gets on to the flooring the wood is likely to splinter and crack. What it didn't say was that the liquid has to Stay on the wood for a while (more than a minute, heck, perhaps even more than an hour), and won't affect it if the wood has been treated. Don't spill your drink on my floor unless you've brought a mop. :evil: When I get out of here, I'd better get marble.
I know it's not quite right to have fish for breakfast, but hey, I had my cravings again. Tuna filled pita pockets. *satiated* Since I'm too full to write, and all I wish to do is sleep, here's another bit of eye candy, another memoir I wrote about a year or so ago. Enjoy.
A Walk To Remember
Living in a house with two floors, you’d exit through the front door, jump down the four white steps and take the four metres up the cobblestone path to the rusty black gate. Would you turn a sharp right? Or walk straight into the distance? A child’s decision. 14 metres onwards, there his brown cart would be, up against a sooty wall covered in twisted, dead ivy.
It’s a black gate, with a latch and a bolt. Lift and turn, and it swung open reluctantly, its rusty hinges complaining. Hop over the raised mound separating path from pedestrian, and ignore its whine as it swings shut.
You decide to walk straight ahead, along the wall. A blue ford, slightly dusty is parked alongside it, a parking ticket stuck to the windshield, bright against the blue. Behind it, a darker coloured vehicle, perhaps a van. Dark green, almost black. A palm placed gently on the sun-warmed bonnet. A little imprint, plenty of dust wiped off on the hem of your skirt. The gate squeals and you peer lazily over your shoulder, blinking off the sun’s glare. A lean, suntanned figure smaller than yourself, running, catching up.
Turn back around, a lazy, Cheshire cat smile tugging at your lips. You walk on.
Looking down, oyster shell-like cobblestones, grit trapped in the spaces between. The little oil slicked rainbow puddles pooling between them.
The figure grabs your waist and crashes into you, like a mini cannonball knocking you over. Perhaps you feel annoyed, like a stone dropped into a pool but tis gone a split second later like the ripples themselves when you’re tugged to your feet. A smile. You walk on.
Can you see him? Not yet. The afternoon heat distorts, the haze accentuating a child’s dream, an adult’s memory. He gets bigger, his voice ever loud, mingling with the afternoon’s echoes of laughter.
An 18 metre walk never seemed so long. Twenty minutes, perchance less. A child does not much care for time. They have all the time in the world…
Puddles! A sudden jerk of the hand and a splash as the other’s shoes squelch in a muddy puddle. You pull away, preferring to scoop up trapped rainbows. Squatting down at the edge inquisitively. Oyster shells. The world is your oyster. You don’t know what an oyster is. Curious fingers dipped below a melted spectrum with secrets beneath. You lean in, leaning back to wring your skirt dry. Tentatively prying out loose stones rough against Johnsoned fingers. A satisfying minute observing your new found treasure or two.
The back of your neck, hot from the sun reacts to a dousing of sloppy watered mud. Laughter. You turn to pounce. That smile. A chiding look before it’s returned. Hand in hand, you walk on.
You know he heard you. He sees you now. His voice is softer, as soft as one can go when the life has been spent crying out, but you don’t look up.
A tummy rumble, a squeezed hand. Loose cobblestones in your pocket, slick grit weighing heavily on one side. You can smell them now, and one makes to run but is held back.
Edge closer to the wall. Were you talking about something? Arguing? You don’t remember. Trace the lines on its stained, course surface. The wall has its own memories, crumbling near the bottom, and new building along the top. Your finger dipped in the crevices of time.
Oh! An ant colony. Fingers off the wall like a scald from green lichen that is wiped off on the shorts. A threat for if one giggles or teases, the bite marks will never go. A hushed up suppression, yet a hint of a dancing smile. Look back, the wall oozes white liquid where your fingers smudged the green. The ants avoid it. So do you. From previous experience, you know better than to taste it. Sharp on the tongue, it was. Like an herbal poison. You know what its like; you smell it while walking past remedial shops.
Look up, inhale…Veggie buns.
Tear across the remaining few metres, slipping on cobblestones, sliding on the iridescent oil to the cart ahead. He smiles. You smile at his few teeth, and laugh so that he laughs, just to glimpse the flash of gold in his mouth. That deep, booming and full-hearted laugh only simplicity understands.
He drifts in and out of the steam issuing from the cart in front of him, the toothy grin, and the patched and darned coat, leathery skin pulled taut over high cheekbones. And do you still remember his hands? Warm and dry, liver-spotted and so deft.
Peer into your pockets now, fumbling for those little copper coins. The other waits impatiently as you bring up collected cobblestones instead. Rub them on your shirt, ignore the stains and place them gently in the other pocket, tongue sticking out and brow furrowed in concentration. Such an intense look for a child, indeed. Out you pull the largest, heaviest stone and stand for a moment, admiring it, before a tap on the shoulder reminds you that you’re on strict business.
Peer down your shirt, your back pockets, into your shoes and back along the path.
Realisation dawns. You forgot them on the kitchen table. Watch the other’s eyes fill with tears, lips forming a pout and you mollycoddle, soothing noises, a temporary authoritative figure oozing love.
The other’s eyes shift to the sound of metal sticking up to wood; the flat sheet with the hole in it is removed. Cleanliness is observed. Hands are wiped on a damp napkin, the guillotine-like metal placed off-side. Into the steam one leathery paw does plunge, disappearing, a veggie bun emerging from the warm stomach of the cart. The sweet smell of steamed white bun and the hint of the beans and other melt-in-your-mouth vegetables held within its lotus shape. A red dot marked on the top. When split in half, both would quibble over who receives the bigger half dot. Sometimes leading to tears. The other’s eyes shift to the nail tacked roughly to the side of the cart, holding brown, oil absorbent paper bags. A ripping noise and a packet held out. He bends down, his eyes twinkling, such beautiful, intelligent, flashing eyes. The split second of hesitation as one turns to find the other gone. Momentary panic, yet the smell draws you close as fingers brush against the serrated top, peering in, getting a face full of steam, clouding the eye and warming the cheeks.
Look up to see the other smiling, running up the pathway, bronze clenched tightly in a child’s fist.
The deal is done, Back both do go, steps traced in barely the time taken getting there, quibbling over the veggie bun dot.
Its Thursday already. Sigh. My one week half-term holiday is almost over. No more late nights, no more long walks, and no picking up Krish from school. I love that iddy biddy uniform of his. I'm craving popcorn. Have a good day ya'll. I know I havn't been posting as much lately but here's a bit of a memoir for you to feast your eyes upon.
Sodden Tissues
I have always been fascinated by the sky. Its’ endlessness never ceases to amaze me. This is a memory I am truly fond of, one to tell those that’ll someday be bouncing on your knees, huddled around your chair, listening with rapt, undivided, unconditional attention. This is a story that takes me back in time, every time.
A long, long time ago, when I was only four years old, I used to sit on a tiny little stool in my bedroom’s balcony, and watch the stars twinkle up high. In my mind’s eye would spin fantasies, dreams, hopes and childish wishes that now are so sweetly treasured. I remember my long hair brushing up against the back of the stool, and my thin, white cotton and lace nightdresses tickling my ankles. I can only imagine my dreamy expression, my eyes reflecting what I so loved to see, all this, and the soft tinkling of the wind-chimes breaking the awe-instilling silence and softening the memory itself.
Sitting there, my arms wrapped around me and shivering slightly in the cold, fresh air, I’d look up, and see thousands of stars twinkling away. It was a beautiful night, slightly after midnight… the moon hung low in the sky, and I was counting the stars. I remember myself shivering slightly when the wind picked up; my face was probably flushed pink with cold, my eyes all glassy, mystified by what lay before me.
Suddenly, there were dozens of stars falling, and I stood up and peered over the railings, enraptured. One shooting star seemed to fall on the hill my balcony overlooked, and I was excited at the thought of owning such a beautiful thing for myself. To treasure for all time.
I picked up my teddy bear, Humphrey, (Whom I still have, now patched and old, yet well loved over the years) and slid my room door open quietly. Tiptoeing past my parents’ bedroom and down the stairs, Humphrey being dragged uncomfortably by one leg, his head thumping on each step, I entered the kitchen and quietly undid the bolts on the back door. It was even colder outside, yet in my excited state, I barely noticed, let alone remembered to put on a pair of shoes before going out! The gritty, rocky ground gave way under my feet as I slipped and stumbled up the hill, yet the crumbly ground and wet, dew covered grass were pleasantly cool. Cold, numb and blue, I reached the top of the hill and rummaged around in the sharp, thorny bushes, my arms covered in little scratches…and then, I found it!
It was slightly bigger than my tiny little hands, and so, oh so cold. It didn’t look all that special, more like a piece of rock sugar, a star that had lost its shine and turned into a cold, hard rock... The coldness of it surprised me, and I dropped it. I sighed in relief when it didn’t shatter and cradled it with a corner of my nightdress before carefully walking back home. Once back in my room I built a nest on my dressing table, using every single tissue from the tissue box. I placed the charm lovingly on the little bed and proceeded to comb all the burrs out of my hair, before snuggling under my coverlet and falling into a deep sleep.
I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping, and sunlight streaming into my eyes. It took me one sleepy minute to recall yesterday night’s events, and before I knew it, I had tossed the blanket aside and was bounding towards the dressing table. Lo and behold, my charm was gone! The only proof that it had existed was a pile of sodden tissues, and my comb with the burrs that had clung stubbornly to my hair.
In tears, I ran next door to my neighbor. Unlike my parents, who were hardly ever at home, she was almost a surrogate mother and many a day did I spend over at her house, playing with her daughter, my best friend, (who didn’t wake up until these morning’s events were over!) She opened the door, took one look at my tear-streaked face and picked me up, carrying me into the living room. Settling into a chair, she cradled me and I sobbed out my story. She then gently mopped me up and suggested that we look for another star. I agreed halfheartedly, and let her lead me out back onto the hill (Reprimanding me gently when she saw that I had left my own house’s door open while running to her own). We searched for a long while, and found not another star, but something very dear to me, my teddy bear, Humphrey. He was all damp and lying forlornly in the tall grass. I hugged him to myself tightly and let my neighbor gently guide me back to her home, where she promptly sat me down at the table with a plate of cookies and a glass of warm milk while she ran Humphrey through the washing machine and dryer, before spraying him generously with her lilac perfume. I was still miserably disconsolate, and she took me on her lap once more, and said that she had something special to give me. My curiosity was piqued, and when she opened her hand, there was the most beautiful crystal that I had ever seen. I smiled, my eyes lighting up, before frowning and asking if it would disappear like the star I found. She laughed and assured me that it would not do so, and put the crystal in my hand. I turned it over and it caught the light, scattering rainbows across the floor. Twas a beautiful, beautiful moment.
To this day, I still have that crystal, in an old box lined with dusty blue velvet. When I grew older, I realized what the crystal was. It was a chandelier crystal, from one of the many chandeliers in my neighbor’s house. And the shooting star I found? Twas but a most loved hailstone.
I had WAY too many nachos yesterday night. Has anyone watched The Terminal? The bald guy's a bastard. can't believe he'd want to do that to the Krakozhian guy. *sigh* The movie was excellent. The only time I cringed was when they showed him standing in the midst of all these people...looking so lost...So saddening. I got reminded of history too, which was nice, all the gold locket with destiny inscribed. pretty. And that mosaic fountain. Wow. I'm hungry. Have a good day people :)
That felt good. Just me and my knapsack. Thanks to all those who wished me well :) I missed ya'll. I'm back now and so much more refreshed. Have a good Tuesday everyone =)
I'm going to take a leaf out of Dariana's Blog and Going to take a temporary leave of absence to sort things out. It's been a while and I honestly do need to get away from it all. Just another introspective inventory of myself. Wishing all of you a happy weekend. :) I'll be back mid of next week or so. Missing you lot already! *sigh* Be safe.
Not that the title is remotely possible in Hong Kong, but nevertheless... Today's been an odd day, or shall I put it as a sexed up day. Theres just too much sex in the world on a Friday. Or perhaps its because its Friday. But thats a whole different story.
Top Ten Things That Tell You Its Friday (For Those Who Cringe Around Sexual Content, This Title Has Been Reworked For Your Benefit. Happy Reading. Else, Go Find Yourself A Sheep)
1. A Doggy couple I passed on the way home. Couldn't keep their (fore) paws off each other.
2. Freud. We're Doing the Oedipus Complex. This is when a boy falls in love with his mother but is scared of his father's authority and thinks that if he loves his mother his father will castrate him. Therefore he identifies (tries to be more like) the father in order to get closer to his mother. All this happens at the ripe old age of 3. Exactly what I thought. :roll:
3. That Fancl advertisement on the bus was oozing sex. Be thinner! Get more guys! All this by drinking liquidised dietary icky stuff. And then she pretty much ended up rubbing up against her chair in a seductive manner. Fun.
4. It's Friday.
5. A song I was listening to earlier in the bus. (George Michael - Freeek)
6. This couple in the bus. Normally I'd be minding my own business staring out the window, but my MP3 battery had died. So, he's sitting next to me, and the girl opposite him. He reaches down to massage her ankles. Works his way up. Flips her skirt up over (yes, over) her head. I had my gaze firmly fixed on the dude sitting opposite me, from then onwards, who was about 80 and white as a sheet. Atleast in the end they decided to take the seat behind us. Lesson learnt. ALWAYS carry spare batteries.
7. So There I was, red in the face because I was trying not to laugh, and I spot this couple in the back seat of a car having some fun of their own. Isn't bondage wonderful? Well, not really when the girl's eyes are bibbed shut (they had a baby carseat on the floor, the kid was in the front seat (asleep). Damn the red lights!) and from what I'd glanced at (tsk) They had wound spark plugs round her wrist? Improvisation is key, no? :p
8. License Plates. I spotted a FU2 and IWN U2 and 53X and so on. Heh.
9. About half our articles bought to our course were based on sex and sex appeal.
10. A taxi with another taxi on it's hood. Which I conveniently heard the children in the seat close to me say 'Mama why is that taxi getting on top of the other taxi?' This coming from a 6 year old. The mother cracked up and so did I.
Sex on the brain. Insane in the membrane.
Feeling: Lustily Blaming It On Friday. That, and the fact that I now have a week off studying. *Cheers*
And I don't feel the same... *Props her chin on her hands and looks out the window* Tis dark now. I'm watching the moon. Too many signs of change. Too many to fathom. I can only speculate on depth and lapse.
Mares Of The Night
Bed Softly lit To illuminate the Silent figure.
Toes Over the edge To skim the soft woven rug.
Hair Curling so soft To frame the Face of pain.
Tears On a coverlet meant To rustle and slip Between fingers.
Dreams Obscuring reality To the strains of a fading violin.
Moonlight Dripped lazily To chase away The darkness.
Whispers Soothing swells To rock and lull My child to sleep.
Recognise the moon for what it brings. For both its lazy rays and soft light. For its pleasure and its pain. For the music, the dreams, the wishes. For it all. Hush now...Watch and wait with me.
My calves hurt like a birch, to put it nicely. I never thought I'd say this, but going uphill is so much easier than downhill. I will never again complain about climbing the stairs. All through today i've been swearing under my breath with every step I take back down to the ground floor. My muscles must have seized up overnight. I seem to be walking like a duck, too. Its good to be back to civilisation. Back to my brother's dumb jokes such as: What has feathers, fangs and quacks? Count Quackula (incidently this makes me laugh hysterically) Its not even funny anymore. I miss the cows. When my friend Phoebe went camping, she had a cow stick it's head into her tent, so I shouldn't have freaked when I found out one was rubbing up against ours. But I did, anyway. 8) I have sort of conquered my fear of bugs. As long as I don't see them, I'm fine. I can now flick away ants and mosquitos off my arms without squealing like a pig in a well. One expedition down, Two to go. Twas All Good.
As Said Title! But I've pulled all the muscles in my lower legs from climbing 40km so I seem to be walking like a crab. Dammit. Twas good. I liked my mess tin. I seem to have found a new love. Spam. As in the food, not email. *nodnod* Salt. *Drool* Pictures up soon! Well done our team "Death Of A Naturalist!" As we said, If the cows can do it, so can we! I'm still glad we didn't name our team Seamus Heaney Appreciation Team (SHAT). I also liked the other group's group name. The LAURA team. which, incidently, had someone called Laura in it. It stood for Lost Around Unknown Regions of Asia. Hmm. My phone kept switching from the Hong Kong to China network. Yieee...And there was a time when people thought our tent was someone elses and collapsed it and ran away laughing. There was a cow sleeping outside our tent at one point! Naptime for me. Studying to do tomorrow. More Later.
Yah! *Squirms* Its all tickling my shoulders now. I cut it now because I won't cut it all winter. I never cut my hair in winter. So when spring begins it will be back down to my waist again. HKAYP tomorrow! Also known as the Duke of Edinburgh's Award. 3-4 days of camping in the woods, lost. Fun. Gotta go pack and sleep. Cya'll on Tuesday! PS: Plainclothes21 if you see this, the deed has been done. you shall receive the dare's product when I get back.
Apparently, I'm a fierce person. I am so tired. been shopping for items for my camping trip these weekend. 9litres of water, sleeping bag, tent, food... Yikes. I think I'll go nap. Profuse apologies for not being funny, so here's the joke of the day: Why didn't the skeleton cross the road? because he didn't have the guts. :p
And lazy. Nothing happened today...woke up to a surprise but had to run because I was late. Imna go curl up on my beanbag and finish off reading 'Mister God, This Is Anna'
I couldn't breathe. We had the beep test. Basically, theres a pre-recorded tape with 18 levels. Each level goes up in 1.1, 1.2 1.3 -- so on. You are required to run a 20 minute stretch and get to one end of the court before you hear 'the beep' which signals the next level. Basically, the time lapsed between each beep decreases each time, therefore you start off slow, but end up running real quick. Most people can get to level 6 or so (average) on this particular endurance test. No one has ever gotten past level 13. I got off at 5.9. Now, usually I can go up to level 6 without breaking into a sweat. This time was no different, I was keeping a good pace, breathing right and hadn't even started to push myself. Suddenly, at 5.7, I couldn't breathe. As a friend later put it, it was like having an Ultra Absorbent Tampon shoved down your throat. I literally stopped breathing, but I kept running on to 5.8. Then, while running to 5.9 I faltered and just stopped and collapsed. I knew better than to just stop after a good run, but It was like someone had squeezed all the air out of my lungs. And my face (as I was told) went from red, to purple, to blue, then to white. Someone picked me up and told me to walk to stop my muscles from seizing up. Little by little I started breathing okay. Bloody hell. What happened to me? I had a moderate lunch and gave it 45 minutes to digest, I kept pace well, I was doing fine! I'd had enough sleep...I was fine. What the hell happened to me? I've never stopped before 6.5 before. I'm sad because there are no do-overs. I'm angry because I know I could have done better, and I'm embarrassed because I was the second one to drop out, and everyone watching knew that I could have done better. Was it because I have a slight cold? Its never hindered me before. I had a cold the last time I did the beep test. Its just a slight cough and stuffy nose, but exercise is usually good, releasing endorphins that make you feel better. I even warmed up proper as I usually do. What the hell went wrong to have my lungs shut down like that... I'm both worried and scared. I'm fine now though...Sigh. Whatever. In other news, check this out. Your blog has been viewed 12435 times. <-- Can't we swap the 4 and 3 around?>Feeling: Bitterly Upsetly Confusedly Sad.
I need to nap. *Pats her tummy* full up on guava. I love my new beanbag. Its orange. And it gets warm in the sun so when I get home I can curl up for a while with a good book.. Imna go curl up for a while.. *Curls up and falls asleep*
Compare Climbs, black beaked nosing into feathered steel wool or at its cause diving down into a whirlpool's depth
Which into rushes rivulets reflect destinations animosity via transmigrations scheduled full once again
Where colonies form to expand around its hunting ground to alight and strike on whats left til stomach does engorge
Inwardly showing its patient wait before its muffled ascent that quickens with raw energy that lasts
Nothing Special today. Cleaned my room from top to bottom. *content* Working on a new look for my blog. Slightly Autumnal to suit the season, but a bit chinese that way, too ;) Now all that's left is the header *nodnods solemnly* but I'm too lazy to do so. Hmm, lets see. If anyone makes me a chinese-based header using my font colour (#B08372) on a black background saying 'Tis Where I Type...' With a suitable motif on each end gets...5000 tbucks? Yeah. *grin* there we go. Now I must go and finish work.
First off, Here is the weird conversation of the day.
{Bai|eYz} i love innuendos. {ThE-UnknowN} erh ? {Bai|eYz} nevermind. {Bai|eYz} it is this earli morning nuttyness * Bai|eYz swirls round n fallz over {Bai|eYz} no im not drunk.
It may not seem funny at the moment, but trust me, at 3am you never know. :P
Now, on to the pictures, with a stunning commentary by yours truly. Yes, thats me, and No, I'm not who you expected. Here we go, then.
Huge crowd for the fireworks! Got there 20 minutes early. Trust me, with a bawling child, that's no fun. Nope. The collective 'Oohs' and "Aahs' of the crowd with the first splinters. And with that theres a lil darl tugging at my skirt saying "I wanna see! Carry me!" And with that we left...and went to Sechuan Restaurant. Fun. Me, standing in front of the sign/entrance. My little drummer boy admiring the endless possibilities of using chopsticks. I do NOT want to know what he's thinking. I Ordered those dumplings! And he ate them all! and wouldn't even give me the last piece. :( So I started poking him in the ear with my chopsticks. Revenge is salty, just like the dumpling he ate. :twisted: "I don't want that! (Veggies) I Eat BY MYSELF! You no feed me!" :roll: Anyone want some Abaisane (Abalone) or Eegs (eggs)? I love chinese menus. He got bored. Nuff Said. We couldn't get the beret off. He wouldn't let us! The three stooges, ready to go home. :)
The end. Wow. I'm never going to do one of those again. *laugh* Tiresome ;) The rest of the pictures can be seen Here
A pinch and a punch for the first day of the month ;)
Ten Things I Learnt At a Strip Club <-- Click to view + smile> Insane Kitten <-- Please turn your volume up. This one had me bent over with laughter> Today I went and saw the National Day fireworks. We went for Sichuan cuisine afterwards. Nice. Had shrimp. *nodnod* Hmm...I was going to say something, But i've forgotten what it was. Sigh.
Shaken 
And Claustrophobic.
Hungry For More (Evil)
Lustily Blaming It On Friday. That, and the fact that I now have a week off studying. *Cheers*
Procrastinatey
Bitterly Upsetly Confusedly Sad.
Tipsy Sleepy Creepy
Randomisationismed.