I wonder how words taste on the tongue if its a diving board they use to sprung.
I can't quite find the words for this. Any ideas? If you give me one 4 line rhyming stanza in context, like the one above, you get 5000 tbucks. *grin*
I've been hooked to the Numa Numa Dance. Click To View! I crack up everytime, but at the same time I find it oddly exhilarating. And I've almost learnt the words.
I'm in the oddest Domme mood today. Keep bossing people about. Feels like the good ol' days again. *laugh*
I was faced with a hard question today. What would I do if I had one day left to live? *looks thoughtful* Well, the first thought that sprung to my mind was cry. *laugh* But hmm, I suppose, I have no idea. I'd live it. I'd say my thank you's and goodbye's and I love you's and I'm sorry's. I might travel. I might go insane. Its a hard question. What would you do?
Ten tearful mynah birds, hanging on the moth; ten tearful mynah birds, hanging on the moth; and if one tearful mynah bird should accidentally drape tinsel over Mickey Mouse, there'd be nine tearful mynah birds, hanging on the moth.
I used to think I was immortal. Now when I think about it, It hurts. I'm learning to breathe.
Switchfoot - Dare You To Move
Welcome to the planet Welcome to existence Everyone's here Everyone's here Everybody's watching you now Everybody waits for you now What happens next? What happens next?
I dare you to move I dare you to move I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor I dare you to move I dare you to move Like today never happened Today never happened before
Welcome to the fallout Welcome to resistance The tension is here The tension is here Between who you are and who you could be Between how it is and how it should be
I dare you to move I dare you to move I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor I dare you to move I dare you to move Like today never happened Today never happened
Maybe redemption has stories to tell Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell Where can you run to escape from yourself? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Salvation is here
I dare you to move I dare you to move I dare you to lift yourself Lift yourself up off the floor I dare you to move I dare you to move Like today never happened Today never happened Today never happened Today never happened before
I smacked my knee on the bottom of the cycling machine at CFG and got this nasty little cut over a (soon to be) huge bruise. Ripped the skin right off. Is it a bad sign if it won't stop bleeding for twenty minutes?
Theres something about silk... The way it clings to every curve, swirls around when you walk, much like an ocean captivated. Purr. Tis a sunday. My sunday. Mornings with bleak sunlight filtering through the windows are the best. Flutter your eyes open, blink a few times in the sunlight and pet the sleeping cat who has managed to crawl under your nightwear for warmth, while you slept. Smile a little. Lie quietly. Think of what this day has in store for you. Theres a space beside you that seems empty each night, where your arm lies. Tis cold. Up you get, yawning, stretching, tugging on the curtains. Slide off the bed and make your way to the bathroom. A hot shower in the mornings feel so good. Sure, its sunny, but still cold. Perfect. Pad out to the kitchen, leaving puddles wherever you go for your feline friend to avoid, or play in, or drink from. Who needs a towel when nobody's awake? You have to love the kitchen. Constantly warm, sunlight pooling in places, heating you over before you catch a cold. Spend a while at the window. Leftovers for the birds. Turn to the stove and while thinking what to make for breakfast, scratch the now-purring cat behind its ears. Toast. Into the toaster, then. Scones, perfect. Into the oven. The rest are to be fried. Silly kitty, you can't climb into every cabinet I open! Watch the oil, it spits at times. Bacon, Eggs, Sausages, the works. Plates, plates..Ah yes. Watch the scones! Wheres the butter? Pour the orange juice! Hectic yet peaceful mornings. When everything's on the table, get yourself a plate...and put it back down. Fill the cat's dishes. Stop, think, fill up another plate and tiptoe into the bedroom for breakfast in bed. Wake up, wake up with a kiss and a purr or two. If that won't work, snatch the blanket away. Its warmer than no towel, so wrap that around yourself instead and laugh right out of the room. Back to where we were...Take your plate out to the balcony, On the rocking chairs. Dream. Breakfasts like this in an open, airy patio with a sea-breeze, a blue sky and deep sea. The world hasn't woken, tis just you and me. I love my mornings.
I am tired. I lack energy and strength. I have done 11 pages of coursework, font size 10, Bodoni mt. I estimate another 12 pages before it is complete. I want nothing more than to sink into something that will envelope me in its' warmth and plushiness. I'm thinking, we all have to have satin pillows with central heating, which swallow us whole. It'll be nice to retreat into some sort of womb, where nothing can get at you, and the temperature maintains at 37 degrees. Time should stand still.
I'm tired. Sort of half busted my ankle while running today. Tsk. Remind me to warm up next time. Every bone in my body aches. I've curled up with giddy.. Something is missing. Suddenly I'm wishing I was 4 years old again. The only worry being what colour crayon I'd use or how long I could stand on one leg before falling over. I've seen things today that make me smile, or make me sad...depending. I saw an elderly man cradling an empty box that once must have held a bottle of wine... I saw a tiny girl running circles around her mom, who got irritated and swatted at her... I saw the backs of a thousand people... I saw someone drop coins to the ground, and scurrying to pick them up... The image of the old man stays with me though. He was turning the box over and over in his hands...wondering..muttering quietly to himself...looking so lost. Thats it. I feel lost. The sky reflects my very mood...gloomy. And now maha, king of satire, has stopped blogging. Tsk. What a way to end the day, no? Cheers. Twas good while it lasted...Salute.
Now THAT was fun! You know you cook good when you invite 30 and 74 turn up. Thats why its always good to have pizza parlours that are open 24/7/365. *Content*
We've tried to wash our hands of all of this We never talk of our lacking relationships And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our heads on the floor We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip
And I cannot sleep. Sigh. I did manage to finish looking through all my prospectuses, and the pile is significantly smaller. Out of the 100 or so, I've narrowed it down to a pile of 25. *Sighs in relief* I didn't get to take my intended holiday but perhaps next time... Now I shall attempt to nap. Goodnight ya'll.
STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS...I shall be rambling about what is on the topmost of my mind. I make no apologies, and take what offends you (plural). Done in a drunken stupor (I must not be that drunk if I recognise that I'm drunk. Hmm) I want to let off some steam.
Three brothers. The one question, the one retort, and the finality. A cat has nine lives, yet does not have to live them all at the same time. I don't know what to feel. Or what I should have felt. What I felt was pity and sadness. What I ought to have felt was nothing. Pity is a feeling most hated, most denied, of those I know. Those who accept it, and do something to reverse it are the ones I respect. An empty, cursed life. Speaking of cats...such lucky creatures. Cursedly so. Reduced to pure simplicity, portrayed in their feline grace. I have a love-hate relationship with myself. I think Its time to come clean, so here is my confession lite. I hurt. I'm a mother, a child, a student, a lover, a worker, a friend, an enemy. I'm tired of my roles, for each plays a part in my happiness or sadness. What brings me happiness ultimately makes me sad, and vice versa. I ache inside. I spoke earlier, about the void we all have and try to fill, in vain. In vain. I have everything I want, yet... Oh for something to come and help my escape. Tomorrow I leave. A holiday, overnight. I don't quite know where I'm going, but I'll be gone, and shall blog my adventures. What am I afraid of. What stops me speaking my mind to those I hold/held closest to me. What shifted... Its no longer the three brothers. They have changed too, to: Why? Why What? Nothing/Nevermind. I used to trust nonchalance. I feigned it as often as I hurt myself. On purpose. I may call others disillusioned, but in the end, tis only me... Here I am now. I've everything I want. I'll hold my scars proud. Every line that marks my arm, every mark made on my back and every tear that I've let fall. Lead me to the gallows. I have all my regrets. Something odd. I always believed that if you dug a hole, and spoke your mind into it, and covered it up, one would be able to be so much carefree, entrusting the earth with ones' secrets..Only now I understand the complexity. I feel so tired...so exhausted. Mentally, physically. Who am I. I look in my mirrow and I see age creep up on me. I see both the wisdom (if any) and the childish spark. I see the knowledge, I see the need to be needed, The likes and the hatred. Enough. Sigh. Theres not much left but a dull headache. I had an alright day, for those who've read this far. Went out with Amber, who I'm thankful for. You never realise the values of those you love the most till theyre gone. So, I salute you. Amber's my childhood friend. Primary 4 onwards. We've had our fair share of spats, including my dipping her hair in the glue pot, because of jealousy. I could say I'm a born jealous person. If a person is my friend, they ought to always be. And be nobody elses. :P Amber's been around the longest. Most have left. I'd call her a best friend, if she wasn't someone elses...Memories. Amber and Faye, playing jump-rope in the playground. Myself watching from the stairs, then escaping to the library. I always find solace in books. I don't have to be myself. I can be the observer, the character, the ghost flitting from scene to scene...Everything. Ms Angel always let me in. At lunchtimes, there would be nobody. Just me. She was seen as mean, but I know she craved the silence as much as I did. Ah well. Amber, you've been around forever. Thank you. :) I could type more, but I'd burst into tears. Soon you'll be gone, like all the others..and I just hope we'll meet again. So, to today. We went to Festival Walk (festi) A mall. We watched the incredibles, which I adored. Sneaked McD's into the theatre (!) and went shopping for a present for her friend. Ended up getting an adorable sheepdog stuffed toy. I had to tell her to get a new one after I demonstrated how easily the fur fell out by yanking a whole handful of it off. Whoops. Lets just stick that near the back.. Went to TST (A district in HK) afterwards. Post Office. Wandered around til our feet killed us. Went to 4 different Watsons outlets I got candles, and a swirly thing. Pics! Ooh, I got a new camera. Its not good. *grin* But here's todays photos. And...Photobucket is being cranky. Oh well. Next post, perhaps. I'm tired, and feeling lost. I miss ya'll. I'm glad I got back to my rounds... Cheers, I'll see you all soon. :)
Click Da Button! (See right hand side and scroll down a bit) I promise to hug you back *grin* Cheers ya'll. Purrrrrrrrr... I'm bouncing off the walls today! *Runs round in circles*
