I can hardly keep my eyes open.. Too many surprises in one day *grin* I need to rest. I got enough for Gideon! And now I wish to pamper him. A cat tree...catnip.. *Pats her tummy* fish for lunch. Naptime. Have a gdday ya'll!
Agnostic You've probably studied loads of different religions, but you're just not sure if any of it is true. Evolution makes some sense to you, but it doesn't satisfy you. Lastly, your personality is one of question, but you won't go out of your way to find -The Truth- It's more of a hobby.
Because I feel so satisfied right now... All's right with the world, except that I've lost my keys and locked myself out of my house for a good 20 minutes till the nanny came home. Tis all good. Paid the second deposit for my kitten. 1800 to go and counting.
I had the strangest dream... I dreamt I met Vini, my former best friend, at a party. We were all just about 25+ or so, I suppose. Confident. Some socialist ball. After the hugging ritual and such (I 'remembered' commenting on her pretty gloves) I grabbed her hand and tugged at her 'Lets go do something fun" with a cheeky smile. *laugh* She refused, of course. I woke up feeling incredibly forlorn. I don't know. It suddenly dawned on me that perhaps I'm not as responsible a person. I still have an incredible naughty streak. I'm impulsive and if the mood takes me I drop my bags and run. *laugh* Perhaps thats a good thing, but it just might not be... I'm not a responsible person, am I? If I am the sort who would just...I've done it before, of course. Just hiding from events that may have been opportunities just because I didn't like them. My dream...Perhaps its just that I miss her (my old best friend) and living so far apart doesn't help. Perhaps I'm sick of saying goodbye. Oh well...I suppose it was the realisation that although I may act accordingly in a given situation, I'm just not a responsible person sometimes. Accepting that fact was hard...but good. I think i'll keep pondering. Have a gdday ya'll
Its a male kitten. *Squeal* One more male to the household :roll: but tis all good. hehe I'm so excited. Just paid the $500 deposit. I hope he doesn't mind the pink litterbox. I have to pick him up by Friday. I can't wait! Well, I now need a name for him. I had several but couldn't quite choose. Hedonist (originally, but now I feel its more apt for a female) Ego (Short, can work as a nickname) Gideon. I absolutely adore this name, and it suits him, a finicky siamese with blue eyes. I'm thinking of others too, but none are coming to mind. Any suggestions? I might name him after Tez, who donated the initial $500 :P though feminine-ish, I suppose. Your turn! (nick)names wanted! Feed my enthusiasm why don'tcha *grin* I want a name thats unique. Leave a comment, get 500 tbucks, for those of you who aren't convinced yet :wink: Ooh, and if you have the time, vote for me :P even though I think the featured blog thing is not working/ended ages ago. Vote here.
No matter how many times it happens, one can never quite get used to the sting of a whip. After that it all just blends bleedingly into nothingness as you wait it out. Fun. I hate this family. More Later.
No mood to blog. Long Day. Just to let you know that I'm going to get Hedonist (See previous post) no matter what. Tez, Mamta, Gabby, I owe you guys. There goes my guitar *laughs sadly* Oh well. I can't let her suffer..I'm suffering myself. Fought with parents. The usual. I'll blog the conversation later because I'm exhausted right now. Have a Gdday Ya'll. Wish me luck!
It was honestly love at first sight, followed by heartbreak. Most of you know I've been searching for a kitten for a while now... Sometimes you just want something on your lap, someone who loves unconditionally. Someone not human. I found her today. A siamese. Young. About 4 months old or so...I pressed my nose to the glass and she came and licked at me. I ran my hand over the glass and she rubbed her sides up against the glass so hard you could see her muscles ripple underneath...I pressed two fingers to the window and she flipped onto her back, waiting for the belly-rub. Upset, because she was in a pet mill. I absolutely hate those places...Breeding, inbreeding, just to produce as many animals as possible for the quickest profit. She didn't deserve the metal cage. Sigh. I want her so much...that connection. I ought to know. I've named her Hedonist. Theres a connection burning right between us...I see understanding...I know so because I've had 216 cats to date and now I want one to call my own once again. I feel so drained... Parents evening tonight. No criticisms, but it was mentally exhausting. The worst I got was 'develop a line of reasoning' and they were glad I knew what it meant, and that I recognised it as a fault. I want Hedonist. The only problem, she'll be long gone before I can afford her...$2800. Sigh. And what with my work schedule... Mentally exhausted. My eyes are burning from uncried tears. It all seems so futile sometimes. I've come too close to giving up hope for everything I have, and only knowing that I've come close keeps me from going too far once again. Just that one, ironic thought. I wonder if one day I'll just snap. I'm not as strong as you think I am. I'm just here. And tired now, more so than ever... Its going to be a helluva long night. Damn.
There is repeated talk, hushed whispers, constantly in this household. It comes from living in such a...different family. Lately there has been talk of me moving out, only I havn't said anything of the sort. I feel an odd sense of calm, but perhaps the blow and the words spoken aloud did that more than anything else. It feels much like the calm before a storm. Here's my comfort song.
Duran Duran - Come Undone
Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin I've been waiting for you Signed, with a home tattoo, Happy birthday to you was created for you
(can't ever keep from falling apart At the seams Can't I believe you're taking my heart To pieces)
Oh, it'll take a little time, Might take a little crime To come undone now
[PRECHORUS] We'll try to stay blind To the hope and fear outside Hey child, stay wilder than the wind And blow me in to cry
[CHORUS] Who do you need, who do you love When you come undone [repeat]
[Verse 2] Words, playing me deja vu Like a radio tune I swear I've heard before Chill, is it something real Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers
(Can't ever keep from falling apart At the seams Can I believe you're taking my heart To pieces)
Lost, in a snow filled sky, we'll make it alright To come undone now
In chess, one should plan at least 3 moves ahead. A perfect analogy, only this time, I didn't plan. I lulled myself into a false sense of confidence, a false move. Look at this tangle of thorns.
I am bored. And very sleepy. Did I mention I was very sleepy? Ooh, and hungry too, yep. I just baked gooey chocolate chip cookies. *laugh* I think living off soup for a couple of days worked up my appetite. I finished all 16 of them and I'm still hungry. *grin* Hmm. A poem.
Bikkies
Biscuits round and oval and even square From Marie chocolate chip and pears All are good All divine All the cookies shall be mine.
I know, I know...but 30 seconds, not a bad attempt in this wonky mood *nodnod* I heart cookies.
I was riding the bus home and suddenly I had a scary thought. I place my life in the hands of the bus driver. Yikes. Okay, okay, a little paranoid, but still... So, Mr Softee is being a git and has parked downstairs my building again. Just what I need. Today was an okay day. Didn't faint, but got dizzy a few times. Fever went back up to 103 last night. Slept fitfully. In other news, I think i've become a SouthPark and Sex In The City fanatic. I've got all the seasons. Sigh. Just burnt my tongue. On my way to work. Be good, ya'll!
I’ve been seeing this all over blogs around the world, so I decided, why the heck not, I’ve got 20 minutes and nothing else to do.
1. Mi name’s Pooj(a) 2. Stick the a on at the end if you want to be formal 3. But I’m usually called VodkaB/Vods/Bai|eYz etc 4. I stand four foot ten in one sock 5. Got two brothers, aged 13 and 3 6. Can’t wait to leave home 7.I love food. I’m a walking garbage can 8. I like controversy 9. I’ve a proud heart 10. Abused for years. Hardened my heart. 11. But there are people out there who just make me melt. 12. I’m motherly 13. It either makes people happy or annoys them 14. But I’ll act that way nevertheless 15. I love ya’ll, even If I don’t know you 16. But I’m ashamed of what the world is coming to 17. I want to visit hedonism. 18. Currently dissatisfied with my life in general 19. I have a short temper. 20. But only when provoked. 21. So I’m usually patient as a person. 22. I prefer to listen, rather than speak. 23. I’ve owned 216 cats to date 24. I’m thinking of getting one more 25. and call him/her Panufnik 26. which was the name of my first cat 27. Whom I adored to pieces 28. I take refuge in books 29. My mini worlds to get lost in 30. I don’t watch TV at all nowadays 31. I have odd cravings. Celery, right now. 32. And a double chocolate caramel toffee cookie. 33. I blow 3 kisses out the window every night 34. I want to be a psychoanalyst 35. I’m a mixie. Scottish Spanish American Indian 36. Though the Indian in me dominates 37. I feel nostalgic for places I’ve never been to 38. I make awesome baileys milkshakes and nachos 39. and fudge brownies 40. I’ve been working since I was 7 years old 41. Most of my friends are older by 5 years or so. 42. I often look like I’ve been hit on the head with a hea y object 43. My eyes glaze over when I’m thinking. 44. I tilt my head a little to the side (I’ve been told) when taking photos 45. I eat 8 small meals a day 46. And I have frequent chocolate highs 47. Like that time I ate 16 Twix bars 48. and I was bouncing off the walls and laughing for 8 hours 49. I’ve been working since I was 7 50. But I havn’t got bored yet 51. Sometimes it feels like I’m 16 going on 35 52. I want to travel right around the world 53. On a motorcycle. 54. I’m still hungry 55. I often have flashbacks 56. I’ve been classified as clinically depressed 57. Hence the mood swings 58. I’ve never had a proper shower (!) 59. Not in the way you’re thinking. :P Its just that in every house, the shower has a timer, or can only be set to very hot, or very cold :roll: 60. I crave warmth. I couldn’t live without it. 61. So I curl up in patches of sunshine when the opportunity presents itself. 62. I slack often 63. But I always get my work done. Eventually. 64. My train of thought has left the station 65. Without me on board. 66. I love music 67. All types. Right from classical to heavy rock. 68. I hate the sound of nails on a blackboard. 69. I play the guitar and drums 70. I used to be part of a band called Complex as the lead singer 71. We split up a few years ago 72. I was a bartender. Hence the nickname VodkaB 73. I’m feisty 74. I can purr. 75. Quite the dominatrix but just as happy submissive :P 76. I own a cat-o-nine for no reason. 77. Honest. 78. I quote way too much. 79. I dislike bugs of any kind. Except praying mantises. 80. I’ve been anorexic 81. I love my baby brother to bits (If you haven’t gathered so already!) 82. Adore photography 83. 32-24-36 :P 84. I speak English, Hindi and Spanish. Bits of Chinese too, here and there. 85. My zodiac sign is Aries 86. Born in the year of the dragon 87. Birthday’s on April 2nd, 14 minutes after midnight. So close to being a fool :P 88. I’m running out of things to say! 89. I’m a neat-freak. I abhor messiness. I tend to clean up absentmindedly even when over at a friends’ place. 90. I want, and need, to see the whole of Europe. 91. don’t ask me why. 92. I’m a softie. 93. I bite my nails (Bad habit, I know..) 94. I’ve tried to stop. 95. To love unconditionally. 96. I can sleep for 18 hours straight if I wish. 97. I’m here. 98. I’m alive. 99. Tis all good. 100. Always.
They look like waffles. I'm still coughing and sneezing and quite miserable. But I've got soup. And waffles. Chicken soup. And did you know the left leg of a chicken is more tender than its' right? I forgot. I've done pigeon facts, and chicken facts, but I havn't done sheep facts. So Black_Rose, this one's dedicated to you.
Facts About Sheep
1. I don't like them. 2. Raw wool sometimes takes 70 processing steps in order to make it useable. 3 - Tupping = Mating 4 - Can be milked just like cows 5 - Sheep fat is called tallow and can be used to make soap and candles. 6 - Sheep can have twins or even triplets! 7 - A sheep usually lives to be about eight years old but can sometimes live to be as old as twenty. 8 - They are very social animals and live in groups called flocks. 9 - Sheep are born with long tails which are chopped off to prevent infection. 10 - The hooves grow like fingernails, and need to be trimmed every few months.
So there you have it. Oh, they don't shrink in the rain because their wool is covered in some sort of oil so the water just runs right off them. I shall now go and find something to eat.
Flu. I had a 104 degree fever, but didn't realise it. Could I be any more delirious? looks like my plans for the weekend have gone down the drain. They kept me overnight under observation. Got home around 6:30am. Still feeling rotten. Someone shoot me. sigh. Feeling Dizzy. Catch ya'll later.
Something inside me stirs every time I see him. One of the few people on earth... Wasn't in the best of moods. Tis a blustery day, and it'll be one helluva weekend where I'm going. Trudging along, head bowed, hand in my pocket... Walking past our fruit lady. Met nana taking Krish (Baby darling of mine) out to get some fruit. I asked her to let him walk home with me. A long way for his tiny legs, but nevertheless, she would catch up, the tiny escape from the mite allowing her to buy without interruption. Besides, I havn't spent time with him in weeks...And the company was much desired. Quiet company. No judging...just walking. So off we went. I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye, and he peeked back up at me. I shoved a hand in my pocket, so did he. Copycat. "CopeiCaaat!" and so on. And then he reached out and grabbed my hand. Oh how gorgeous it felt, to have my bigger hand partly enclosed in his tiny one...The warmest thing I had felt all day. And I just felt this overwhelming urge to hold him so tight and close to me... I guess he saw the tear run down my cheek, because he tugged on the hem of my dress to bring me down to his level, and wiped the tears away with his other hand, not letting go of my hand in his own. He looked me in the eye, and smiled. That grin of his..."Its okay, Pooji's Okay". I could only smile back. I don't know how he knows the exact thing to say...because when I'm down, you'll usually hear me whisper, very quietly to myself "It's okay, Poojy's okay".
I received an email today from a local list I’ve subscribed to, and I think its just coincidental how…it fit my day’s description. I thought I’d blog a poojified version in order to protect the list’s copyright.
I was raised in a controlling environment I knew my place. Nevertheless, I never forgot to be civil in every situation. I’m sure this worked out well for everyone, especially my immediate family. Children were not meant to be seen nor heard. There is a huge generation gap between my friends and myself, even those who are born but a few months after myself. Discipline was high on the list in my household, but at the expense of individual expression and feeling. I persevered in secret. I taught myself what I know now, which isn’t much, but it will get me through. I long since have known and felt the consequences of putting others’ needs before my own. I never lost sight of my personal value, yet hid it away. Children were not meant to be seen nor heard. This week I took back some of my control, and I cannot tell you all how uncomfortably overpowering it felt. I know, I have the power to do as I wish. To control. It’s an aspect in every part of my life, yet sometimes I let things be. I let people be. Perhaps its safer that way. Perhaps I'm safer that way. Untouched by power's consequences. Egoistic, yes, to be slack, yet, it felt good to step into my own power, and strange to know that what I did felt right. By no means am I domineering, or commanding, but it is the little things, like speaking my mind, that shake me up. I have been told and I know that I am a warm person, supporting those who need it, and I must stress that I recognize, as an individual, and not because someone may have pointed it out, the drain of giving when and where it isn’t wanted. I am both afraid, yet triumphant, and one might even say hopeful about what I am capable of when I step into my strength. I am cautious. I have been brought up with lips sewed shut. I do not speak, I listen. Yet, it felt good to reverse the roles, not worrying about the consequences, for one. Letting go of controlling the outcome of a situation has allowed me to take control of my actions. True freedom is trusting what my heart says, for once. Acting on heartspeak rather than mind, the truth, rather than an illusion, though I digress that this works both ways, each one as fallible as the other. When does letting go of control put you in control?
And I wonder where these dreams go When the world gets in your way What's the point in all this screaming No one's listening anyway.
I have a few things to sort out, a sort of...mindful self exploration. Tomorrow will be my last post for the weekend *nods* But I assure you, mi doves, that I will be back come Monday morning.
And Now, I leave you with a song. *laugh* Not one of the best, but something for a sunny day, I suppose. :)
Vitamin C - Smile
Alright..., yeah, Alright..., First of all:
Verse 1 When you wake up in the evening and the day is shot Find yourself complaining about the things you ain't got Never goes just the way you want it to Cliché of the day, "c'est la vie", that's life It ain't easy, it's so tough, it ain't easy
Chorus (Whatcha gonna do, say, whatcha gonna do) Put a smile on your face Make the world a better place Put a smile on your face (Whatcha gonna do, say, whatcha gonna do) Put a smile on your face Make the world a better place Put a smile on your face (Whatcha gonna do, say, whatcha gonna do)
Verse 2 And another thing You can say that I'm a dreamer and you thinks it's so cool Preaching about the better life I learned in school But you get what you give in this life that we live And all that you do will come back to you Life (Life), it ain't easy, it's so tough, (Life) It ain't easy
(Chorus)
[Lady Saw] Yo When thing's isn't right, there's not need to fight-a From when you have life and everything nice No volume needed Please be polite even when you're hurting Don't forget to smile Give love to our nation, big or small When you do good, you'll get your reward United we stand, divided we fall Put a smile on your face and greet one and all
Life, it ain't easy, oh it's so tough, it ain't easy
(Chorus x2)
People love you when you smile And hate you when your screwed Lots of happiness across the new year we are wishing you If you come from Jamaica or Honolulu, oh yeah Keep a smile on your face I'll see the good that you do, Let me say it for you all Smile (smile), and everything will be fine
Love it when you smile, you look beautiful like that I'll neva forget, Your dimples are so cute, hahaha I love the happiness and..smile
Its a love hate relationship *nods* Its not snow..it's pigeon poop. On the windshields, on our shoulders, wherever. However, they are sometimes just about the closest bird you can get to without having your eyes pecked out in the process.
Here are some pigeon facts for ya'll to savor. Blessed be the annoying creature:
1. Unless forcibly separated, pigeons mate for life. 2. Male pigeons have the rare ability to lactate, producing milk for the babies just like the females do! 3. Newborn pigeons weaned on the “pigeon milk” of both parents, double their weight in the first two days! 4. A grown pigeon has nearly 10,000 feathers. 5. Pigeons have been known to live over 30-years! 6. In the 17th century, King George I of England, decreed all pigeon droppings to be property of the Crown—and the “lofts” were policed to enforce the law! (Pigeon manure was used in making gunpowder) 7. With the ability to beat its wings up to ten times per second, and maintain a heart rate of 600 beats per minute for up to 16-hours without rest, the racing pigeon is the unequalled athlete of the air! 8. Despite enemy fire, pigeons achieved a 98% success rate in missions flown in WW II—often with mortal injuries to themselves. 9. The French, Swiss, Israeli, Iraqi and Chinese armies still use homing pigeons today! Pigeons proved valuable in the Gulf War, as their messaging was not affected by electronic jamming. 10. The pigeon has the rare ability for a large bird to be able to fly nearly straight up. 11. Pigeons have been taught to use “tools” and were found to retain that knowledge! 12. Studies conducted by B.F. Skinner at Harvard showed that pigeons have a visual memory that can store at least 300 objects or images indefinitely! 13. Racing Pigeons routinely maintain flight speeds of 50 to 60 mph! 14. Advanced studies at the University of Montana conclude: “Pound for pound, columba livia (the pigeon) is one of the smartest, most physically adept creatures in the animal kingdom.” 15. I am honestly surprised. I walk through about 50 of them near the pier and I'd expect them to fly, but noooo...They just shuffle around. What is the world coming to!?
Firstly, I needed physical help. I carried 24 books home. Never, ever let me near a jumble-sale again. *grin* Too many novels. Not really my type of thing to read, however I did pick up a few contemporary classics. I'm sorry, Rose and Gabby, that I made you a carry a lot of my books about while i perused the rest of the stalls :P Tis all good, no? You did get cookies! Thats physical help settled. I need psychiatric help in order to stop myself devouring all these books in one sitting.
I'm hungry. Philosophy test tomorrow. *grin* Bored? vote for me. http://www.tblog.com/featured... Now I shall go and have nachos, once more.
He's growing up so fast... I was thinking about want. How we learn to want. To distinguish need and want. Curled up in a corner, she watched. He turned to look at her, and her heart melted. Those eyes. Those lashes that grazed his cheeks when he slept...So alive. So warm. And then he attempted to stand..and fell. One time, two times. Again and again, ever so slowly advancing. His cheeks reddened, his eyes sparkled with concentration as he held the side of the table and came ever closer, falling into her lap with a triumphant giggle to be held close. That wide smile. Those eyes..Those lashes. Three years old and counting. Yesterday night he tapped my leg and i crouched down to look at him. "Pooji I want dat". I asked what that was, and taking my hand he led me into the hall and pointed to the remote control, and to the odd stack of pillows he'd built up and burst out laughing. His eyes filled with tears and i gathered him up in my arms and coddled him close, kissing those cheeks till they were red. So much joy. He brought that plant home (in the picture) and is tending to it every day. A little water, a little patting and stroking and singing to it each day. How simple, how concrete are things that children want... How abstract and painfully beautiful are some of the things we want. Yet in the end, we live, we learn. Its just the simple beauty of it all that struck me. How the small things he says and does, the things he sees and loves all available around him. How an odd shaped stick or a smooth pebble are as wondrous as the difference between apple and orange juice. Tis all good...Always.
*laugh* I'm just kidding, but Heres for all you cheese lovers out there. I make nice nachos. This is cheesy (no pun intended) but I love nachos, and I think they taste better if you make em lovingly. *grin* So here's a step by step picture cookbook. If you're ever in HK, ya'll, I'll whip up a Baileys milkshake with a scoop of baileys icecream, and these nachos. Bon Appetit. Oh, and just vote for me for the heck of it here *grin* I got bored. http://www.tblog.com/featured...
Lay the nachos out on a plate. This is fun if you do this with friends around, or if you're having a night in. I used Doritos, The cheese flavoured ones, Just because I adore cheese.
I find Parmesan is good for this sort of snack. In addition, Cheese tastes better if its been squished/mashed or grated. Brings the flavour out.
Grated the cheese. *grin* Cover as much as you can!
You can't see it, but you HAVE to set the timer for 32 seconds. No excuses.
Good stuff. You ought to stand nearby and wait until the cheese starts bubbling. Best eaten while hot.
So there you have it. A random entry for no particular reason except the fact that I don't feel like working tonight. I'm feeling real procrastinate-y *grin*
I got followed home yesterday. Tsk. Lousy evil thing. Sort of like those evil people who hang around Chung King mansion here. Only in Yau Ma Tei. I just realised how slutty that place has become. I had gone to watch motorcycle diaries, and came out of the cinema with my head spinning. Honestly, tis a movie you have to watch... Something about it struck a chord in my heart. Maybe it was the black and white stills. Maybe it was the phrase 'How can we feel nostalgia for a place we've never been to before" or perhaps its just the way two lives run in parallel ever so often, like train tracks, only to split and go their separate ways. So I'd come out. My eyes were dewy, somewhat. Was on the phone, checking to see if everything was alright at home, and I'm nearing the MTR when I notice this guy skulking on the fence. Best pay no attention, so I walked past, hand in pocket, lookin straight ahead, still babbling away on the phone. I went down the stairs and was walking towards the ticket machine when someone accidently on purpose grabs my wrist and says 'Excuse me miss may I talk to you for a min-". He never finished his sentence. I've been told my death stare isn't affective until someone truly deserves it. Its worse when my voice goes cold. I ALMOST stomped on his foot. Instead, I turned, quietly spoke a few expletives and just turned round, bought my ticket, and went on my way. Bastard. And when I got down, I panicked. :roll: I rang up a friend and pretty much made her deaf by cursing my head off, while hiding behind a pillar hoping the git hadn't followed me down the escalator. Oh well. Sh*t happens. *shrug* I've so much to blog about, but no time. Two tests tomorrow, plus a whole lot of work to do besides. Soon, mi doves. I will return and peruse your bloggish lives. *grin*
I Need an oil massage. *sigh* I hate HK's weather. Its freezing in the morning, unbearably hot during the afternoon and chilling during the night. And I just happen to feel a tad bit whiny. I think I need sleep...Right after I finish this essay.
I'm tired. Sold a couple hundred poppies. Made about 300+/ Not too bad. Was at office from noon to about 9pm. Sigh. I have to watch Motorcycle Diaries at the cinema tomorrow at 1:30pm. Its 'homework', apparently. I also have 4 tests coming up in the following week as well as a ton of work to do. Stressed. I promise to blog about more interesting things. Apologies to those who have commented. I will reply in due time. Honest.
Tired. Stupid Parties, Happy Diwali. I Need Sleep. Prayer at 12:17am tonight. Wake up at 6:30am. Too Tired. Darned Poppies. Blog Soon. Slightly Tipsy :oops: Hopeful That Dress Won't Catch Fire. Likely. Gnite.
Happy Diwali everyone (Festival of lights) I've not had such a good day. I havn't really had a good Diwali since 1996 or so. Sigh. Kind of depressed. So much work pending I feel on the verge of a breakdown. So alone... I'll blog later. I've two essays to finish and its already 9:30. Bloody hell. :cry:
Tastes absolutely rotten. Stole this off Tigerlilly's Blog.
Take the quiz: "Which beautiful Sorceress are you?" Fire Sorceress You depict the Fire Sorceress! You excel in fire magic and potions. Open flames are your sanctuary and burning desire is your guide.
I seem to be featured on our school website's front page. :shock: Yikes.
Nightingale (House team) won the overall Interhouse music competition today, whereas Rowell (My House!) won the Junior section. *proud*
Lots of workl to do, therefore I will not blog for now. Goodnight people. Eat your oranges!
"Oranges and lemons" say the bells of St. Clement's "You owe me five farthings" say the bells of St. Martin's "When will you pay me?" say the bells of Old Bailey "When I grow rich" say the bells of Shoreditch "When will that be?" say the bells of Stepney "I do not know" say the great bells of Bow "Here comes a candle to light you to bed Here comes a chopper to chop off your head Chip chop chip chop - the last man's dead."
Tis flu season here now, So today is Vitamin C Day. Take your pick, dahlinks. I had something important to say, but i've forgotten what it was. Oh Well. I've got a lot of work so this is going to be kept short and sour. Please eat the Orange or the Lemon you have chosen, or I will grind it to a pulp and tube-feed it to you. Thank you. Have a Gdday Ya'll!
First of all, Earthworms are dumb. I was sitting at the campsite and watching this one earthworm. It crawled out of the ground and just sort of meandered over a concrete pathway, curled up and died in the middle of it. Smart.
I'm back though. Bruised badly. My shoulders and hips are purple and have hugearse cuts on them. Sigh. My legs and arms are covered in mozzie bites. But twas all good. I got some awesome photos but the weather was very very hazy so its kind of unclear.
I hated today (the last day). The first part of the hike was good, till we got to the checkpoint. The second part, where we could choose between two paths, was rotten and the day went downhill from there (no pun intended). We took the path down the mountain which was so damn steep. Then the trail just dissappeared, and we decided to just scout further..and we find ourselves on the edge of a cliff. So we edged to the right, and kept edging, and saw a river way down below. I said lets go back up and take the other clearer path, but Nooo..Lets go down to the river because it flows to the sea, and that is where we end our hike anyway. Downhill is where we wanted to go. So we went. Got wet up to our knees, crazy we were. 3 hours we followed the river, mostly slipping and trying to maim (and somewhat succeeding) ourselves. We were at the last checkpoint 3 hours late...But we made it. And then the two hour journey back home was honestly the longest ever. I'm very happy to say that on the second and third day, I was leading the group the entire way *proud* and I was walking atleast a good 15 metres ahead of them most of the time. Finally, I lost my headphones. My nice 200 ones. But they were pink, so its okay. It feels so good to be back. The bath is filling as I type, I need the soak. I've got both some serious work and studying to do for and by tomorrow, but all I want is some sleep... While I'm uploading the pictures, I will let you know of the fact that somehow I have, what my friends call 'buttburn'. It makes you walk like a duck for a day or two. And I'm very uncomfortable and cranky right now. I need sleep, but I'm nice and I'm going to show you how beautiful (some parts of) Hong Kong can be before I collapse, WITH a commentary. :) Here We Go!
This was taken on the first day, sitting on some huge square stone boulders. There was a cow to our left. I didn't take its picture because like all other four hooved animals, its tail end was facing me.
I liked the stretch we were walking on, and I was quite far ahead so I got out my camera.
Civilisation...So near, yet so far...
Our group. From your left to right, Myself, Nicole, Sonal, Veronica And Jessica. Yes, my hair is still poodle-ly, and thats what happens when you dress in the dark. By the way, I wish Veronica was still with our group. I'm so sorry you had to drop out, but This is to let you know that we miss you!
Left To Right, Nelson, Karen, Adrian. Karen, I'm sorry you had to drop out too, and we miss you too! Welcome to our group, Nellyson and Adriyawn :P
Isn't it gorgeous? The Tiny island on the reservoir reflected in the water. So tranquil.
The second checkpoint of the second day is on the end of this bridge! (The photo above this one was taken from the bridge too)
Taken on the move, therefore the picture's kind of fuzzy. HK at our feet.
Winding river.
If you look closely enough, you can see our famous Tsing Ma Bridge in the background.
Just a random photograph of the scenery. :)
Being short, I was put on the bottom row. I'm next to Sonal who's wearing the pink pants. Mine are grey+blue top.
Another photo of our hikers :)
A clearer picture taken today morning, from the spot where everything began to go downhill. You can see the bridge much more clearly here.
Last but not least, the stream in which we cleaned ourselves up. The water was so refreshing, and the scene so gorgeous I just had to take a photo :)
There you have it. Hope you enjoyed that little walk through the woods. Now, The tub has overflowed. I will blog tomorrow. Goodnight Ya'll.
I Hate Waxing. All thats left is the brazilian. Someone shoot me and put me out of my misery. A bee attacked me probably because of the honey mix they use.. Goddamnit. AYP Tomorrow. No posts till monday. I'l try to take pictures from the top of the mountains. Missing ya'll already.
I can't quite be bothered. Been working on two headings, but both of them are pretty much not too pretty. So lets have a vote shall we. I'll post a new heading today, and one tomorrow, and finally my oldest one. We'll revert to see who prefers what.
I decided to take the quiz on Mahabarath's Blog Cos I thought it would provide me with information about what a Sith or a Jedi or all those other weird words are. I just happened to like my result, even though I'm pretty much still clueless about what colours Those laser wand things come in.
Yiee! *runs round in crazed circles* I haven't sat down! I can't sit down! The elections! *falls over* I'm on tenterhooks. I honestly need to get rid of this adrenaline *zooms around in an annoying fashion* This election's in the US of A but I'm going absolutely insane in Hong Kong. What does that tell you? *Bounces all over the place* Yes. I am Insane. Now grab that thesaurus! Here's your chance to call me what you will, as long as its something akin to being insane. *grin* I'll be back. Fact Of The Day: I Know the names of famous movie stars and such but I don't know what they look like. Except Arnold S. Honestly, I don't know what Brad Pitt looks like, unless i'm watching a movie and someone tells me its him. And I forget afterwards anyway.
My unblog for today. I've no mood to write, so I'l just list a couple o' things and such. HKAYP this weekend. 40km hike. It'l be good. I'm both relieved to get away from civilization, and at the same time hoping i'll make it back alive. Mr Softee's music is bugging me again. Annoying truck always parks downstairs my building. I Ought to shoot it. Scatterbrained. I've been playing with candlewax again. Made a mess on the table, tsk. Something about looking into a flame...Tis like getting lost all over again. I've been to several university talks. Royal Holloway looks interesting but doesn't cater to my needs. East Anglia's prospectus is yet to arrive. We'll see what happens. For AYP we need to do 60 hours of a sport. I've chosen badminton, just for the heck of it. Its almost winter and I want something that's different from my usual activities (rugby and such). Something with a little more directed, feminine aggression. What can I say, I'm tired of games. My Saturday mornings will revolve around my charity work. Another 60 hours of that, though they should honestly give me points for travelling 2 hours to get there *laugh* And finally, a skill. I don't quite know yet...hmm. Song keeps playing in my mind today.
The Corrs - What Can I Do
I haven't slept at all in days It's been so long since we have talked And I have been here many times I just don't know what I'm doing wrong
(Chorus) What can I Do to make you love me What can I do to make you care What can I say to make you feel this What can I do to get you there
There's only so much I can take And I've just got to let it go And who knows I might feel better If I don't try and I don't hope
(Chorus)
No more waiting, no more aching No more fighting, no more trying...
Maybe there's nothing more to say And in a funny way I'm calm Because the power is not mine I'm just gonna let it fly...
I Mentioned I got a new camera, therefore I decided to take pictures leading back to my place. I havn't bought a chip yet therefore I could only take 20 pictures or so. Here they are for your viewing pleasure: Forigve my fuzziness and My brother popping into the pictures occasionally on purpose. No, this is not an invitation for you stalkers to sit on my front stoop.
Here We Go! KCR Train Station.
Sun Sets early nowadays
Little Green Lake
The opposite window's view from first class carriage.
This housing area is lucky. It has a mountain guarding it (Good Feng Shui)
Taken from my bus stop. The local area's shopping mall.
The 5 minute walk to my building
Can you see my building in the distance?
Down this road and we're almost there.
Almost. But not quite.
Take the escalator up...Thats my brother.
View from the top of the escalator.
If I bent over the metal table in the previous picture, this is the view on my left
And this is the view on the right.
And from here on...I turn right, right again up to my block, and there we go. I'm home. Thanks for walking with me :)
