Dictator Me

Your Birthdate: August 13

You're dominant and powerful. You always need to be in charge. While others respect your competence, you can be a bit of a dictator. Hard working and serious, you never let yourself down. You are exact and accurate - and you expect others to be the same way. Your strength: You always get the job done Your weakness: You're a perfectionist to a fault Your power color: Gray Your power symbol: Checkmark Your power month: April

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

"pretty please with maraschino cherry and whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles"

My Beloved Stilettos

I.
I put on
My stiletto heels
My identity

The symbol
Of me

My career
My life

My heels
My stilettos

My beloved.


II.
You asked me
To step out

of

My stilettos

Should I
Do so

For you?

If I take off
My stilettos

If I take them off
Because of you

Am I still
Me

Can I still
Be me?

III
My stilettos

A
Part of
The me

You fell
For

A
Part of
The me

That fell
For you

So if I
Remove

My beloved
Stilettos

My
8-inch
wicked heels

The
Symbol
Of my identity

A
Symbol
Of my career

Am I still me

Am I still
The me

That loves you?

I think

Not.


IV
So

Let me keep
My stilettos

Let me keep
Me

The me
That loves you

So

The me
That you love

The me
In my stilettos

The

Ambitious

Working

Me.

Kel. 29 November 2005.

Beware of Bear

You Are A: Bear Cub!

Bears are strong and independent creatures who roam in the forest in search of food. Bears are usually gentle, but anger one and be prepared for their full fury! You're tough, you won't back down from a fight -- classic attributes of a bear. Intelligent and resourceful, though lazy at times, you are a fascinating creature of the wild.

You were almost a: Kitten or a Duck
You are least like a: Chipmunk or a MouseWhat Cute Animal Are You?

Shall we play?

Game

Lost

Found

Lost again

We play the

Same game

Over and over

Again

With different
People

At different
Moment

Of our lives

But the same

rhythm

tempo

beat

we lose

our way

we find

our way

loss

gain

lost

and found

you

me

let's play

shall we?

Kel. 6 October 2005.

****

I just saw a program on local telly on seeking someone in your past. Omigod, its horrifying the way schools keep records of their past students. Imagine out there somewhere, you leave a trace of yourself in every single educational institute you’ve been in. *wide eyed look*

Isn’t that absolutely terrifying how information & confidential details of our lives are left on records?

Who knows, maybe someday you might be grateful that information is so easily availabe? Although at this point, at this moment, yours truly is just horrified that out there, my LIFE is on record.

Imagine if someone wanted to seek you out, all he/she has to do is to visit our schools.

Who knows, maybe out there somewhere, someone is seeking you.

Who knows, maybe

Just maybe

You would like to be found

Do you?

:::

PS: just read Mrs Craddock. Good book. Shall write about it if yours truly can muster up the effort.

PPS: *Starry sounds like she's in deep shit, ie, lotsa stress from school & student union. Tough luck. But hey, you're live. No one who is mentioned in yours truly's blog will perish from exams/papers/school, etc, you get the point. Don't you? *archly* So get a grip on yourself. Break a leg. Kill a cow, etc, etc. Yours truly would like to sound more sympathetic, but alas, used up her miserable store of sympathy, sweetness & light eons ago. *deadpan*

Take it easy

I write from my perspective.
My perspective is lopsided.
Therefore, all my writings are lopsided.

A logical fallacy

Indeed

Please

For evilness’ sake

*roll eyes*

There is a line between being a lopsided representation and an impartial attempt to write from all perspectives. Yes, so all mankind are self-centered but that does not mean that all writings are therefore, lopsided.

Yours truly begs to defer. It is not a valid argument in yours truly’s pov that just because it is one’s writing that said writing is inevitably lopsided. That’s just an excuse or perhaps, more likely, someone is in denial.

Not all of someone’s writing are lopsided, in fact, yours truly would never make that accusation.

So in other words, this time, if yours truly have some queries on the lopsided-ness of someone’s discourse, it is an observation of a particular discourse, so the attempt to present everything that has been written as lopsided is not a valid way out. *dryly*.

Someone, me thinks, is being somewhat defensive, maybe. *grin*

So take it easy

and

I rest my case.

All retorts and appeals shalt not be entertained

Yes. So yours truly is being opinionated and tyrannical

So go ahead

Sue me.

wink.

Meaningless Blogging

A typical moment of my day

[muffled mummers]
*sheer: Are you talking to me?
*candid: Obviously, how many other people can reply to *sheer?

[mentally] er….135?

*sheer: Well, I heard murmurs and since *blunt didn’t say anything, I assumed you were talking to me.
*blunt: how can I reply anything when she said *sheer?
*sheer: but I didn’t hear her. I only heard mummers.
*blunt: but she said *sheer. She did.
*candid: I said *sheer.

Damn. 2 against 1.

Fine. I concede the point. *humph*

Moral#1: there’s only 1 person who can answer to my name. Never mind the poor souls out there who just might happen to share my first name. Hah, too bad for you guys. *roll eyes*

Moral#2: never attempt to talk back to people especially people like *candid when one is occupied and busy.

Moral#3: we all can’t resist an opening for a perfect or even imperfect retorts.

Moral#4: being separated by a cubicle is apparently not an excuse for not being able to hear the person sitting in front of one. In other words, imagine how sharp of hearing most of your neigbhours at work must be and imagine how much grapevine and gossip you might have unintentionally missed out by actually focusing on work. *laconic*

:::

Today, *witchy was surfing yours truly’s blog during office hours (yours truly would like to put on a horrified look but dear evilness approves of such mischief, so yours truly has not much grounds to stand on. So decided let the chance of chastising *witchy go), which is not a problem. The problem is she had the audacity to demand that yours truly blogged at least 10 lines on her. *wow*.

Why would anyone believe that yours truly would be able to blog on demand, more importantly, why would anyone want to take the risk of being blogged about by evil me, which I doubt would be anything less than insulting? Look at the blog *doormat demanded & got. *shake head*

People are indeed strange perverse creatures.

*witchy, probably more so than the rest.

Got you.

Haven’t I?

Don't even bother denying. *sardonically*

Evil me.

My Very Exclusive Clique

For all birds of a feather

(yes, I mean you. Don't even attempt to try the old trick of looking around.)

My very exclusive clique
Such an assorted bunch you’ll ever meet
Mostly workaholics
Thankfully no real alcoholics
Or such hardworking drunkards you’ll likely never to meet.

Kel. 4 September 2005.


Yours truly knows she has done a brief introduction to my clique previously, but people change, I change, etc, and so the composition of “My Very Exclusive Clique” changes with time as well. This is not to say that the core members change but to admit a fact of life. Sometimes people drift apart; sometimes new friends come along. *shrug*

Having said that, please do not be mistaken, the core members of my clique remains the same, of course, it won’t dare be otherwise, I won’t let it be otherwise.

Okay, before I go on to give my friends a more elaborate introduction; let me first make a qualifier:

The people yours truly introduces in this particular blog is not the entirety of “My Very Exclusive Clique” that was the derivative of the “Mean Club” yours truly founded with some friends in junior college, but more of an introduction to my closer friends and more importantly, people who has been or will be featured or referred to in my blog. One of them is not even part of my clique.

There are 2 other persons who yours truly is inclined to include but decide not to as they really need not much introduction, ie, *Starry & *Wallflower, who has been more or less been around for almost the entirety of my blogging duration.

Btw, fyi, yours truly is horrified to announce that she has succumbed to blogging for a full year come September 11. *gasp*. So think of this as a commemorate yours truly's evil blog birthday.

:::

“Insulting each other is too passe. We must unite to insult others”
~ *private

“We are suckers for things that are hip. If Satan is hip, we would probably convert to Satanism”.
~ *eccentric

“Guilt without actions is just a waste of time”.
~ *snappish

“You think it’s so easy to act bimbotic? Need effort one you know”.
~ *witchy

“People who are goody two shoes in this life must have been totally evil in their previous lives”.
~ *wicked

“I’m going to come back as a dung beetle” “No, I think I’m coming back as a toilet brush”.
~ *Candid

“I’m very proud of my excuse to call him. If you ever need an excuse to contact a guy, I’ll help come up with good ones”.
~ *Peace

“……..”
~ *doormat

“Our friendship are laid on the foundation of lots and lots of food”.
~ yours truly

:::

Where should yours truly start? Should I begin from the beginning on how each of us met? But really, I doubt anyone is so free as to be interested in our humble meetings? *archly* What? You are really so free and really interested? Yours truly is horrified. Go do something more worthwhile & useful! *shoo*

Ok. After chasing away the interested (read: really really odd) readers, yours truly decide to keep the introduction minimal. After all, the quotable quotes by them already says so much about them. (Stop whining *doormat, yours truly will not be whined into quoting something you said. After all, what better represent a doormat than silence? Yes?).

The Founding of the Core of My Very Exclusive Clique

Once upon a time, when yours truly was less cold-hearted and evil, she met *eccentric in a current affairs history class. Back in those time, *eccentric with her long hair and obedient (which was deceiving, by the way) appearance was quite jarring in a current affairs class, although this was probably yours truly’s own biased stereotyping of students in current affairs class. Anyway, yours truly in a moment of *absentmindedness, befriended *eccentric and that was the start of our longstanding karma (read: strange and even stranger. Think Chinese idiom – yuan nie).

Anyway, we discovered after enduring the initial boring get-to-know-you stage, that we got along despite our outward differences and the really contrasting impression we gave to others (imagine we had people ask us “you two are friends?” *roll eyes* No, we’re really enemies but we happen to attend class, have lunch and go out together. *laconic*).

Anyway, in this period of acquaintanceship, *eccentric befriended a girl from her maths class who she loved to harass (yes, harass) such that eventually the poor gal aka *snappish was inevitably drawn into our evil clutches. Did I mention that *snappish had to drop maths later on? See, the influence our evilness has on others. Don't bother wasting your sympathies on *snappish, she's definitely one of us. And this gave her the perfect excuse to blame *eccentric for her own inability to continue to struggle with maths. Besides, this meant that she could drop maths in favor of spending time slacking with us. No competition at all. Yes?

Concurrently when *eccentric was harassing *snappish, yours truly was not idle. I was trying to get another steady looking and quiet classmate into our evil clutches, so enter *private into our threesome at that point. Boy, was we deceived. *deadpan* The steady looking and quiet classmate turned out to have an arsenal of sharp wits (ouch!) and hidden depths. Yours truly totally blame her poker faced and plead not guilty for getting her into our threesome & as our eventual mean club president. And so begins the roots to “our very exclusive clique”.

:::

Okay, remembrances aside, yours truly will briefly insult, (did I say insult? I meant introduce, of course) my closer friends.

*Eccentric is the idealistic and creative one, with the aesthetics sense and really quirky ideas. She is the one who comes up with the themes and funky stuff to do for every massive birthday celebrations we have had for our very exclusive clique. She’s one of yours truly’s ideal travel companion. Ask her about her alternate universe ideal if you doubt her eccentricity. *archly*

*Private, yours truly think, needs no further introduction. She has sharp wits, poker face, confidence and is intensely private. She also has great aesthetics sense & good with her hands and has a flair for languages. What more needs to be said?

*Snappish is of course, already introduced. After all, who else in yours truly’s exclusive clique has the ability to bring about the visitation of Mr Green Eye Monster? She is, yours truly is glad to report, getting darker and more layered. Not implying that she is getting dangerously dark or that she was depthless before (yours truly won’t dare imply as such given the snappish looks she’s already throwing at me) but that her work requires a certain amount of (a) keeping up with current affairs and (b) keeping secrets. Teasing her is one of yours truly & *eccentric’s pet fun. *whispers*

*Witchy, is as always, the bubbly and overly sentimental bimbo. But of course, intelligent too. All of yours truly’s friends are intelligent, who dares to suggest otherwise? *sternly* She is great at writing animated emails. No one writes kinetic emails/sms the way she does. Trust me. Yours truly has exacting taste. *dryly*

*Wicked is newly caught into our evil clutches. She is a long time friend of *eccentric and prior to her fall into our clutches, the film companion of yours truly and *eccentric. She is really really unique. Think oddball and quirky. Her opinions and analogies are usually jarringly unique yet strangely wise (probably more strange than wise, but hey, we all have our flaws). Teasing her is also great fun especially since her retorts are surprising & funny unlike *private, who one can only tease at your own peril. *shake head* Why can’t my friends be *dumber. *deadpan*

*Candid is not in “My Very Exclusive Clique” but yours truly can’t resist including her cos her humor and wits are quick and interesting and blunt. She also has a quite cosmopolitan family, reflective of herself. Yours truly has never come across anyone else who speaks English with a Canadian accent, Mandarin with a Shanghaiese accent and Cantonese like a Hongkonger. Have you? I rest my case. *archly*

*Peace is as her nick suggests, calm, compassionate and strong. But she has a tinge of melancholy in her but hey, given her experience & background, yours truly dare you to say you would emerge as well-adjusted as her. She’s a great listener, entertaining/funny storyteller & most importantly, an admirable therapist. *solemnly*

*Doormat is a paradox of down-to-earth earthliness mixed with surprising lack of pragmatism. She seems malleable but manages to retain her core centre so on yours truly less evil days, (and this happens to be one given my recent promotion at work) I'll say she's adaptable. A somewhat study in contradiction. As she has already had a blog dedicated to her, what more needs to be said except that she is a serious chong-se-qing-you person ie, loosely translated as boyfriend before friends person. *reprimanding look*

So if anyone actually manages to read till this part, yes, yes, yours truly's clique is made up of assorted group of weirdos. So sue me. *arched my brows*

Did you notice that yours truly only wrote on 8 individuals? The cooperative word here is individual. After all, most people are lambs and part of the herd. *grimace*

Perhaps, if yours truly was either more discriminating or less exacting, I would have more friends?

I think

Not.

Insultingly yours,
Evil me.

Retail Therapy

Yours truly's newest buys today. As promised to upload for *starry to see.





PS: Yours truly's new killer boots.


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Sorry. Am too tired to write something serious plus taking over or have taken over a new portofolio at work, so busy. no spare brain cells. *yawn*. Will try to blog something more significant or studious next time. *grin*

PPS: I NEED PHOTOS OF GOOD LOOKING MEN for a project! Any volunteers? Assistance? Help? *solemn expression*

Imagine Singapore

http://www.singapore2025.com/

Reason of Being

Imagine my shocked look.

*pause*

Can't?

Yes. Me neither. *dryly*

Yours truly excels in lots of other looks, but shocked is not one of them. *deadpan*

So imagine my amazement to receive a late card that failed dismally in its reason of being, by being early.

So give yourself a pat, *wallflower

Your belated birthday card arrived, not only in time, but 2 days early. *quirked my brows*

Quite a feat.

Especially for you.

Evilness will bless you.

Unless you totally misremembered the day your evilness descended to mock & poke fun? *laconic*

Did you? *archly*

No?

Ah.

But would anyone believe you? *smirk*

Easier Said Than Done *arched my brows*

You say
I am hard hearted

If being able to let go
When I should
Is hard hearted

Well
I am indeed

You say
I lack idealism
In love

If being able to break up
When there is reason too
Is being un-idealistic

Well
I am indeed

You say
I am too rational
That love should be
Blind

If being able to dump you
When I should
Is rational

Well
Thank you

I'll rather be
Rational.

Kel. 3 August 2005.

Yours truly is never one for the easier said than done. If a guy gives one reason enough to dump him, please for evil's sake, dump him. Do it! Done! Yours truly dislike dragging things out. If a guy dare ask you to move out for the weekend so that he can bring another girl home, for God's sake, dump him. *disgusted look* What is so difficult to decide in this situation? Yours truly would have thought this was truly a clear cut case. It is not even close to being on the edge of dilemma, even for the most romantically inclined sappy female. After all, why the hell should anyone allow someone else to step all over him/her? (I'm for gender equality).

Which is why, when yours truly heard this from circumstances from a friend, all I wanted to do was give her a scolding and shake her hard. How can the phrase "easier said than done" even be applied in this case? *bewildered look* For heaven's sake, dump that jerk.

This has nothing to do with being rational, won't you agree?

Anyway, if this is being rational, thank evilness, that I was born this way.

News Flash

"The mind that's conscious of its rectitude,

Laughs at the lies of rumor."

~ Ovid

:::

On the office front, major changes appear to be expected as some colleagues have tendered the R letter all at the same time. It appears that some collusion has taken place since the people involved appear to be from the same clique. The reasons for the R letter shall alas, remain confidential, but never fear, this writer, yours truly knows. The grapevine is working perfectly. Trust me.

On the home front, a cousin has been hospitalized for minor op. What is interesting is that a friend of hers took leave and flew all the way back from China to keep her company. This has led to some interesting speculation. It might be possible that if one has a close friend, to be close enough to co-own an apartment, after all, yours truly would not mind buying an apartment with my clique like *snappy or *eccentric, etc, as an investment. But so close that one shares a bank account and countersign each other's cheques? I don't think so. Btw, did I mention that my cousin and said friend belong to the female of the species? Ah. I see, you got my point.

On the friends front, yours truly have a great planned outing on Saturday to celebrate *eccentric's birthday. Whole clique minus *confused, otherwise known as *sentimental who is away in HK for her 6th anniversary, assuming yours truly got her facts right. Anyway, high point is that we are going for a water cruise picnic & *doormat is flying back from Japan! I have had reliable news that a tripe decked chocolate, coffee and cheese cake has been ordered. Did I mention that I allocated the food to bring? *arched my brows *

Also on the same front, a friend who shall go unnamed to avoid revealing her identity has requested a private me and her outing. Yours truly sense a gossip secret sharing session. And while yours truly have yet to decipher totally what the conversation topic will be about, I have a fairly good idea. In other words, my instincts are kicking in.

On the personal front, yours truly has been requested by her Norwegian friend to host or act as tour guide for friend's friend coming to Singapore. Said friend is coming with another friend. Both of whom yours truly do not know and have not met. However, yours truly decide to do a kind deed, which occurs like once every blue blue moon.

Also on current news, yours truly have been able to get a complimentary room at a HIP hotel for yours truly's bday. In return, yours truly has to attend dinner by my dept. Small price to pay, I think, for the hotel room. But yours truly needs company. Thus, have asked *starry to please come along. Hopefully, she will. Can you hear the pressure building? *deadpan*

This ends the news flash of yours truly otherwise boring life.

Other news will remain unreported.

Signing off.

Evil me.

A Woman's Needs - A Man's Ablility

A Man's Requirements
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

I
Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the lightest part,
Love me in full being.

II
Love me with thine open youth
In its frank surrender;
With the vowing of thy mouth,
With its silence tender.

III
Love me with thine azure eyes,
Made for earnest grantings;
Taking colour from the skies,
Can Heaven's truth be wanting?

IV
Love me with their lids, that fall
Snow-like at first meeting;
Love me with thine heart, that all
Neighbours then see beating.

V
Love me with thine hand stretched out
Freely -- open-minded:
Love me with thy loitering foot, --
Hearing one behind it.

VI
Love me with thy voice, that turns
Sudden faint above me;
Love me with thy blush that burns
When I murmur 'Love me!'

VII
Love me with thy thinking soul,
Break it to love-sighing;
Love me with thy thoughts that roll
On through living -- dying.

VIII
Love me in thy gorgeous airs,
When the world has crowned thee;
Love me, kneeling at thy prayers,
With the angels round thee.

IX
Love me pure, as muses do,
Up the woodlands shady:
Love me gaily, fast and true,
As a winsome lady.

X
Through all hopes that keep us brave,
Farther off or nigher,
Love me for the house and grave,
And for something higher.

XI
Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear,
Woman's love no fable,
I will love thee -- half a year --
As a man is able.

(asking for a lot, aren't I? but at least I'm honest.) *archly*

:::

Such a cliche statement - nan2 ren2 bu2 huai4, nv3 ren2 bu2 ai4. (loosely translated as "If a guy is not bad/naughty/wicked, a gal would not love him) In other words, women are attracted by RAKES. Perversely, women like to complain abt a guy being bad but hey, if he is too nice, he's not considered charming either. *shake head*

So probably nice guys do finish last?

Yours truly have nothing against nice guys, just not the NEW AGE SENSITIVE MAN, who comes across as wimpy...But in my defense, it's not whether they are nice or not, it's whether they have backbone and character. And guys with such traits are automatically already out of the nice category, probably that's why guys, i'm told, hate to be describe as nice by girls because nice = boring. How true.

Me being me, being not at all inclined towards the let's stay together forever and forever, etc, etc. Let's just take one day at a time. So what do I need a nice guy for? Obviously, an interesting one has more possibilities? It's not as if i'm looking for a nice lamb to set up house with, so give me a wolf any day and I will love as he will, for 1/2 a year as he is able.

Thank you very much.

Next Topic: Gender Quirks

Hopeless - Nice Guys Finish Last

Response by: *Wallflower

Artist: Olivia Newton-John Lyrics
Song: Hopelessly Devoted to You Lyrics

Guess mine is not the first heart broken,
my eyes are not the first to cry I'm not the first to know,
there's just no gettin' over you
Hello, I'm just a fool who's willing to sit around
and wait for you
But baby can't you see, there's nothin' else
for me to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide,
since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,
hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you,
hopelessly devoted to you
My head is saying "fool, forget him",
my heart is saying "don't let go"
Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide,
since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,
hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you,
hopelessly devoted to you

A Frivolous Blog

Not that yours truly's blog is usually like oh-so-serious but still, she has yet to degenerate into pure frivolous blogging. But in her defense, she must first proclaim that these are 2 NEW tops that she is quite happy with. Moreover, she is on 2 days leave to laze around. So forgive her giving into the whim of showing off her tops.

Lacra - White V-Neck with Embroidery (the material is fantastic!)

Black Embroidered Top (note the whole length of ribbons behind!

Now think of all the ribbons from *Starry. *nod solemnly*)

Too bad yours truly can't take better pixel pic since I don't own a digital cam, but trust me, the embroidery and fabric are great.

Yes, seriously. The 2 tops are great buys, at least, I think so.

And who are you to say otherwise?

Besides, like I care what you think. *laconic*

Every Gal's Wish

"Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love."
~ King Solomon

***

Hopelessly Loved

To love and be loved in return
A most wondrous gift

To love and not be loved
A most tragic fate

To be loved and not love
A most fortunate luck

To be the less loving
A fate so fortunate
Yet so tragic

For only in reciprocation
Lies the wondrous
Gift

Of you
Of me
Of us

But

If a choice
Was forced
Upon

Me

Then

Dear lord

Let me be loved
More than I deserve

Let me be
Hopelessly loved

Let me be
The less loving

Always.

Kel. 19 June 2005.

:::

Next Topic: Hopeless

Needs of a Woman

Response by: *Wallflower

:::

Mrs. Beast

These myths going round, these legends, fairytales,
I'll put them straight; so when you stare
into my face - Helen's face, Cleopatra's,
Queen of Sheba's, Juliet's - then, deeper,
gaze into my eyes - Nefertiti's, Mona Lisa's,
Garbo's eyes - think again. The Little Mermaid slit
her shining, silver tail in two, rubbed salt
into that stinking wound, got up and smiled, waltzed,
all for a Prince, a pretty boy, a charming one
who'd dump her in the end, chuck her, throw her overboard.

I could have told her - look, love, I should know,
they're bastards when they're Princes.
What you want to do is find yourself a Beast. The sex
is better. Myself, I came to the House of the Beast
no longer a girl, knowing my own mind,
my own gold stashed in the bank,
my own black horse at the gates
ready to carry me off at one wrong word,
one false move, one dirty look.

But the Beast fell to his knees at the door
to kiss my glove with his mongrel lips - good -
showed by the tears in his bloodshot eyes
that he knew he was blessed - better -
didn't try to conceal his erection,
size of a mule's - best. And the Beast
watched me open, decant and quaff
a bottle of Chateau Margaux '54,
the year of my birth, before he lifted a paw.

I'll tell you more. Stripped of his muslin shirt
and his corduroys, he steamed in his pelt,
ugly as sin. He had the grunts, the groans, the yelps,
the breath of a goat. I had the language, girls.
The lady says Do this. Harder. The lady says
Do that. Faster. The lady says That's not where I meant.
it last it all made sense. The pig in my bed
was invited. And if his snout and trotters fouled
my damask sheets, why, then, he'd wash them. Twice.

Meantime, here was his horrid leather tongue
to scour in between my toes. Here
were his hooked and yellowy claws to pick my nose,
if I wanted that. Or to scratch my back
till it bled. Here was his bullock's head
to sing off-key all night where I couldn't hear.
Here was a bit of him like a horse, a ram,
an ape, a wolf, a dog, a donkey, dragon, dinosaur.


Need I say more? On my Poker nights, the Beast
kept out of sight. We were a hard school, tough as fuck,
all of us beautiful and rich - the Woman
who married a Minotaur, Goldilocks, the Bride
of the Bearded Lesbian, Frau Yellow Dwarf, et Moi.
I watched those wonderful women shuffle and deal -
Five and Seven Card Stud, Sidewinder, Hold 'Em, Draw -
I watched them bet and raise and call. One night,
a head-to-head between Frau Yellow Dwarf and Bearded's
Bride was over the biggest pot I'd seen in my puff.

The Frau had the Queen of Clubs on the baize
and Bearded the Queen of Spades. Final card. Queen each.
Frau Yellow raised. Bearded raised. Goldilocks' eyes
were glued to the pot as though porridge bubbled there.
The Minotaur's wife lit a stinking cheroot. Me,
I noticed the Frau's hand shook as she placed her chips.

Bearded raised her a final time, then stared,
stared so hard you felt your dress would melt
if she blinked. I held my breath. Frau Yellow
swallowed hard, then called. Sure enough, Bearded flipped
her Aces over; diamonds, hearts, the pubic Ace of Spades.

And that was a lesson learnt by all of us -
the drop-dead gorgeous Bride of the Bearded Lesbian didn't
bluff.


But behind each player stood a line of ghosts
unable to win. Eve. Ashputtel. Marilyn Monroe.
Rapunzel slashing wildly at her hair.
Bessie Smith unloved and down and out.
Bluebeard's wives, Henry VIII's, Snow White
cursing the day she left the seven dwarfs, Diana,
Princess of Wales. The sheepish Beast came in
with a tray of schnapps at the end of the game
and we stood for the toast - Fay Wray -
then tossed our fiery drinks to the back of our crimson
throats.

Bad girls. Serious ladies. Mourning our dead.

So I was hard on the Beast, win or lose,

when I got upstairs, those tragic girls dancing in my head,

turfing him out of bed; standing alone

on the balcony, the night so cold I could taste the stars

on the tip of my tongue. And I made a prayer -

thumbing my pearls, the tears of Mary, one by one,

like a rosary - words for the lost, the captive beautiful,

the wives, those less fortunate than we.

The moon was a hand-mirror breathed on by a Queen.

My breath was a chiffon scarf for an elegant ghost.

I turned to go back inside. Bring me the Beast for the night.

Bring me the wine-cellar key. Let the less-loving one be me.


~ Carol Ann Duffy (in The World' Wife, 1999)


next topic: The Less-Loving One


PS: *Wallflower, glad that you picked this poem. My fav from "The World's Wife". *grin*

Unending Love

Without warning
as a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
Love shakes my heart
~ Sappho

Seriously, *Starry's answer to unending love is ahem...quite personal so to speak. Yours truly is almost *embarassed to put it here. but hey, she might take the blog down, so for the sake of future *blackmail material, here it is:

I find myself in a relationship, loving you more than you would care for me. Call this a misconception, perhaps? But the aching heart that feels empty without you, and the dreams and daydreams of you and the times we had together, not forgetting the tingle of my skin where you used to touch me with such tenderness, and at every possible moment my act of reading and re-reading your writings to me, endlessly... these obsessions, my love, are cataclysmic of my inner actions never for any single soul and they prove my worth of love. If the physical proof you require, shall we compare tears shed? For the eye's dew speaks true of what is really in the heart. And with this measure, it is once again me who loves you more.

This unending love, that poets and romantics and idealists speak of -- I know it to be true for I cannot comprehend how this heart can be presented so whole and unconditional to you to be taken away and presented for another. This gift freely and eagerly given and used as you please as long as you are it's master and keeper.

I have given you a gift so precious. Do you really treasure it as much as you should?

Yet, it is obvious that I love you more than you for me and the logical truth then reveals that you love me less than I for you. This is the evil reality of human relationships, that it can not exist in an equilibrium.

I recall the day when we still were each our own. Then you'd slay dragons at the risk of your very life because you claim that it'd be meaningless without my favour. And as a knight most honourable, you'd stake your pride merely for this damsel's smile and blush. I was the prize of your calculated actions.

I believe you love me, but my love was in part a conquest too, wasn't it?

While you still sing me your love in your knightly ways and charms sweep me off my feet, and while your lips show homage of affections both through words and deed most effectively, how can this mere damsel resist the heady spell you've cast for the moment? When the bed is left cold on your side and your voice now a distant echo in the mind I can only long for you in a most painful and torturous manner.

Your assurance of everlasting love I need, convincingly and to be taken by the hand or mind to visually see forevermore. Your assurance, if you even tried was futile and even more certain am I that you love me less.

Slowly but surely, your ignorant ways of the needs of a woman will fail you to convince me of your verbal promise of love. Slowly but surely, I will eventually love you less. Soon, nothing, as pain can numb the self.

Wasn't it a pity, that we started out being so sure of evermore but it became a temporary, fleeting feeling to now, nothing?

.::.

Next topic: the Needs of a Woman

Love is a game

between a man & a woman?

A Different Type of Love Poem

Topic: Reborn Rebirth Restart
Response by: *Wallflower

Evolution

When you were a tadpole and I was a fish
In the Paleozoic time,
And side by side on the ebbing tide
We sprawled through the ooze and slime,
Or skittered with many a caudal flip
Through the depths of the Cambrian fen,
My heart was rife with the joy of life,
For I loved you even then.
Mindless we lived and mindless we loved
And mindless at last we died;
And deep in the rift of the Caradoc drift
We slumbered side by side.
The world turned on in the lathe of time,
The hot lands heaved amain,
Till we caught our breath from the womb of death
And crept into light again.
We were amphibians, scaled and tailed,
And drab as a dead man's hand;
We coiled at ease 'neath the dripping trees
Or trailed through the mud and sand.
Croaking and blind, with our three-clawed feet
Writing a language dumb,
With never a spark in the empty dark
To hint at a life to come.
Yet happy we lived and happy we loved,
And happy we died once more;
Our forms were rolled in the clinging mold
Of a Neocomian shore.
The eons came and the eons fled
And the sleep that wrapped us fast
Was riven away in a newer day
And the night of death was past.
Then light and swift through the jungle trees
We swung in our airy flights,
Or breathed in the balms of the fronded palms
In the hush of the moonless nights;
And, oh! what beautiful years were there
When our hearts clung each to each;
When life was filled and our senses thrilled
In the first faint dawn of speech.
Thus life by life and love by love
We passed through the cycles strange,
And breath by breath and death by death
We followed the chain of change.
Till there came a time in the law of life
When over the nursing side
The shadows broke and soul awoke
In a strange, dim dream of God.
I was thewed like an Auruch bull
And tusked like the great cave bear;
And you, my sweet, from head to feet
Were gowned in your glorious hair.
Deep in the gloom of a fireless cave,
When the night fell o'er the plain
And the moon hung red o'er the river bed
We mumbled the bones of the slain.
I flaked a flint to a cutting edge
And shaped it with brutish craft;
I broke a shank from the woodland lank
And fitted it, head and haft;
Then I hid me close to the reedy tarn,
Where the mammoth came to drink;
Through the brawn and bone I drove the stone
And slew him upon the brink.
Loud I howled through the moonlit wastes,
Loud answered our kith and kin;
From west and east to the crimson feast
The clan came tramping in.
O'er joint and gristle and padded hoof
We fought and clawed and tore,
And check by jowl with many a growl
We talked the marvel o'er.
I carved that fight on a reindeer bone
With rude and hairy hand;
I pictured his fall on the cavern wall
That men might understand.
For we lived by blood and the right of might
Ere human laws were drawn,
And the age of sin did not begin
Till our brutal tush were gone.
And that was a million years ago
In a time that no man knows;
Yet here tonight in the mellow light
We sit at Delmonico's.
Your eyes are deep as the Devon springs,
Your hair is dark as jet,
Your years are few, your life is new,
Your soul untried, and yet -
Our trail is on the Kimmeridge clay
And the scarp of the Purbeck flags;
We have left our bones in the Bagshot stones
And deep in the Coralline crags;
Our love is old, our lives are old,
And death shall come amain;
Should it come today, what man may say
We shall not live again?
God wrought our souls from the Tremadoc beds
And furnished them wings to fly;
We sowed our spawn in the world's dim dawn,
And I know that it shall not die,
Though cities have sprung above the graves
Where the crook-bone men make war
And the oxwain creaks o'er the buried caves
Where the mummied mammoths are.
Then as we linger at luncheon here
O'er many a dainty dish,
Let us drink anew to the time when you
Were a tadpole and I was a fish.
-- Langdon Smith

Next topic: Unending Love

Personally, yours truly think we should leave this topic to *Starry. What do you think, *Wallflower?

Blog Game Reloaded Reloaded - In the Name of Misery

Misery is Arthur Den
Not realizing his down to the last 2 minutes of life on earth

Misery is Catherine Earnshaw
For living in the wrong time

Misery is Othello
For not trusting where he should

Misery is Winston Smith
For his freedom has a price

Misery is Margaret
Trying to face down Granny Weatherwax

Misery is Havisham
For wallowing in self pity in a yellowing dress

Not knowing
Not accepting
Not trusting
Not believing
Not having company

In misery
We live
We grow
We die

Seasons come
And
Seasons go

Flowers die
And
Flowers bloom.

Kel. 6 June 2005.

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Opps, yours truly missed out the Scribbler's response to Absurd World. Even though to be honest, I was expecting something more existential in essence. *grin* Anyway, here's my reply.

Next topic: Reborn Rebirth Restart

Envy

I hate you

I hate the way
you describe your experiences
in the Big Apple
making me yearn
for more

I hate you

I hate the way
You make me feel inadequate
For not keeping up
With scholarly studies
Making me guilty
For knowing too little

I hate you

I hate the way
You live the life
To the fullest
Creating
Learning
Making me feel
Stagnant

I hate you

I hate the way
You know so much
Have so much to look
Forward to
Making me depressed
About putting my life
On hold
To save up for my
Life ahead

I hate you
I really do
Even if you provide
Eye candy

Even if you provide
So much interesting knowledge

I still hate
You

I do.

Kel. 31 May 2005

Food! Food! Food!

Calm is all Nature as a Resting Wheel

Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest.
My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop again.

~ William Wordsworth

Yours truly really hate to degenerate into food blogging. But really, I just had the most satisfying meal in ages at Café de Amigo. Of course, the end of my exams probably had a lot to do it with. But trust me, nothing beats good food, indulgence and great company after a sucky bleak doomed to flunk paper. *grimace*

Ok. Let’s skip the depressing topic and back to the food.

Starters
*Candid - escargots and baked oyster.
Yours truly - deep fried cheese. (OMG! 3 types of cheese. Indescribable)

Soup
*Candid - onion soup.
Yours truly - cream of potato
(Ok. This course was pretty average. Not the best soup that I had. *shrug* But it was acceptable. PS: Yours truly just mastered the art of cooking the perfect thick & creamy soup using Campbell in her bid to find excuses not to study for her taxation exam.)

Main Course
*Candid – Lamb
Yours truly – Rib Eye Steak
(Good, tender & succulent. Need I say more? Although according to *Candid, nothing beats the moist and tender lamb at Esmirada, Chijmes)

Dessert
Tiramisu
(Again, a very acceptable dessert. Not too bad texture and just a dash of rum. But according to *snappish & *eccentric, the best tiramisu in town is at this Italian restaurant (?), Great World City.)

Nice cosy atmosphere even though they won’t allow you in without a reservation. Quite popular. Two big units shop front and a wine place to boot with free corkage. Damn, wished I brought a bottle of my fav german wine. *sigh*. The owner speaks with a really slangish English accent, sounds American-ish but he speaks with his wife & staff in fluent Cantonese. Yours truly suspect they are probably from Hong Kong. Today, being a Friday night, entail slow service and long waiting. But hey, at least the food is worth it. The customers are largely older people, more like my grandparents’ age but obviously from comfortably wealthy educated family. Their manner made it seem like “we dropped by a neighbourhood place for dinner”. Did I mention we were in the middle of town area aka Orchard? *archly*

Anyway, food/restaurant gushing aside. The sucky sucky exams are finally over. Trust me, I never had such a dreary time as the past week, despite not having to go to work, I couldn’t even enjoy my leave because of the depressing need to study. There is really nothing as excruciatingly boring as TAX. I think I would rather go back to Varsity and do almost any other Political Science or Philosophy module in comparison.

The tragic news is, when results are out and I flunk, I have to go through Tax all over again! Dear Evilness, help!

On other news, when I returned to my office today, OMG, I can’t see my desktop. It is that covered with work. *whistles* And I don’t even have a really huge active portofolio. What has everyone been doing while I was gone? *laconically*

Also, yours truly went shopping after my exam & bought 2 new tops (retail therapy, you know). ^_^

So all in all, a nice ending to a sucky morning of exam. Yikes.

Right, whining over. Back to cold hearted bitch wannabe.

Over and out.

Untitled

I.
Technology has
Changed
The unity of
Space

Bodies move
Across
Space
Differently

Escalators transport
Bodies
Rather than
Human will

We move
Not in motion
With our bodies
But through

The unity of space
With the motion
Of technology
Space has

Changed

We are
Stationary
Technology has
Made us

Motionless


II.
Change is the
Only
Constant

Change is the
Only pillar
Of life

Living with
Change
A Necessity

Accept
Change
Willingly

To bear
The burden
Of heaviness

Of constant
Change
Diffidently

To bear the
Heaviness of the Soul

Acceptingly

III.
Motion of the body
Motion of the spirit
Motion of the soul

Is changed
Has changed
Will change

Poetry in Motion
Motion in Poetry
Poetry and Motion

Of the body
Of the spirit
Of the soul

Creation
Change
Movement

IV.
My body
My spirit
My soul

Your body
Your spirit
Your soul

Our body
Our spirit
Our soul

In motion
Live
And

Change

V.
You
Me
Us

Live
And
Change

We live apart
We stay together

But we change
Apart

But we change

Our motion
Our steps
Changing

Constantly

We can
We must
Accept

Changes

We can
We must
Live with

Changes

We can
But
Grow

Apart

VI.
Dreams come
Dreams go

We grow
We change

Our changes
Our growth
Draws us

Apart

Only few
Grow and change

In pace

But alas
We belong
Not

In that group.

Kel. 20 May 2005.

In boredom, I blog

Oh Dear

Oh dear
Haven’t you heard
Being in love
Is no longer fashionable

Oh dear
Haven’t you heard
One night stands
Are the in thing now

Oh dear
Haven’t you heard
Speed dating
Is done these days

Oh dear
Haven’t you heard
Dates last only
For seconds nowadays

Oh dear
Haven’t you heard
Women can survive
Without men

Oh dear
Haven’t you heard
Women like me
Survive without men
Like you

Oh dear
Do listen more.

Kel. 16 May 2005.

I still do

You laugh at me
Because I like silly love songs
But I still do
Even if they are mushy

You tease me
Because I like children’s novels
But I still do
Even if they are simple

You mock me
Because I like frivolous romances
But I still do
Even if they are too girlish

You laugh
You tease
You mock

But I still do
Like what I like

In the same way
I still do
Like you

Even if you lack the soul of a poet
Even if you are not the perfect man of my dreams
Because even than,
I still do
Like you.

Kel. 10 Jan 2005

The chaos of human; The whimsy of living

Human Abstract
~ William Blake.

Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody Poor
And Mercy no more could be,
If all were as happy as we;

And mutual fear brings peace,
Till the selfish loves increase;
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
And spreads his baits with care.
He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.

Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of mystery over his head;
And the Caterpillar and Fly
Feed on the Mystery.

And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat;
And the Raven his nest has mad

In its thickest shade.

:::

What more can be chaotic than life? More whimiscal than living?

Next topic: an absurd world

Blog Game Reloaded

Chaotic Whimsy
by *wallflower aka martinus scriblerus




Nice design, don't ya think?

Spoof Fun

How do I doubt thee? Le me count the ways

How do I doubt thee? Let me count the ways
I doubt thee to the depth and breadth and height
My thoughts can think, when feeling out of sorts
For in the hearts of heart, lies unconscious vulnerability.
I doubt thee to the level of each day
Where trust wrestles with doubt, by day and by night
I doubt thee often, as women are to maladies of self doubt:
I doubt thee painfully, as I torment myself.
I doubt thee with a darkness that put our love
With a sinister tinge, and with my lack of faith
With my lost sanity --- I doubt thee with my heart,
Mind, soul of me, such insecurity! --- and, if only you would prove true
I shall but doubt thee not if I could but believe thee.

If only faith and trust came so easily.

Kel. 10 May 2005.

Universal Genes

Father’s Daughter

I am my father’s daughter
We share the same blood
We have the same genes

I am my father’s daughter
We share the same personality
We have the same characteristics

I am also my mother’s daughter
We share the same capabilities
We have the same outlook

But really
Essentially
I am my father’s daughter

Kel. 8 May 2005.

:::

I hate to admit it, but common sayings are right:

Father’s daughters
Mother’s sons

Yours truly always knew I am the combination of both my parents. Not necessarily the best combination of both, but yours truly’s vanity would like to assume that she has the best of both, thank you very much.

But it has always been on the edge of my awareness that I am more my father than I am my mother. While from appearance and on the surface, I am very much my mother’s daughter but if you prod deeper, I am never as like my mother as I am my father. I can never think in the same manner as my mother unlike my brother. In other words, I am my father’s daughter and my brother my mother’s son.

How quaint. How typical

Perhaps such is the case universally?

Or perhaps not

It is afterall, more ego-boosting to think me and my family unique.

But really, yours truly was never that egoistical.

Are you?

I think

Yes.

Sorry to burst your bubble.

Then again, you probably had it coming. Yes? *archly*

Fire

Your Element is Fire Your power color: red Your energy: hot Your season: spring Like a fire, you are full of power and light. A born leader, you easily draw people toward you. You are full of courage and usually up for anything dangerous. You have a huge ego and love to be the center of attention. What Element Are You?

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Again, another quiz that yours truly did in a bid to neglect my studies aka having not studied at all for her looming Tax exam. *grimace*

Yes. Yours truly is lazy. So what?

Sue me.

Pilgrimage to the Past

Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~ Robert Frost

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Yours truly had spent the weekend at Genting Highlands. But what surprised me was the fact that this trip actually felt like a journey down memory lane. Yours truly has been going to Genting since young, and I really mean young. My parents used to bring me and my brother to Genting at least 4 to 5 times a year. We would drive up with my mom and dad’s childhood friends (and said friends’ kids who are defacto, my childhood friends) Back then, I swear I know it so well that I could have been a tour guide in Genting. Anyway, I haven’t been to Genting for ages. This time, not only did I go along, but so did 2 other of my childhood friends.

Genting has changed completely. Everything is different. My childhood friends are different, I’m different, heck, even the roads are different and the buildings have changed. Seriously, as I sat in my dad’s car watching the roads fly pass me, listening to the same songs that we always do when driving to Genting, it’s amazing how much of the past I remembered and how much things have changed. I mean, granted, my 2 childhood friends *K and *C has changed completely, but memories of them are still quite distinct.

*K’s married now and his wife came along. Yours truly can’t help comparing the present him and the past him. It’s amazing how much he had changed. On hindsight now, yours truly wonders whether (a) our parents secretly hoped for a match between us, (b) whether he ever thought that we would be a match (c) whether yours truly was ever mildly interested in him and (d) how different our lives would be now if we did indeed get together back then. But then, on the other hand, yours truly likes who I am now, but this person is so different from *K, our paths are so different that I suspect we are like two souls on completely different planes, parallel lines whose lives would never cross if our parents hadn’t been such good friends. And yours truly must admit, I did find him more interesting in the past, the question is thus, did he change so much, did I change so much or have we both changed so much and in so completely opposite ways that we no longer have anything at all in common?

As for *C, she used to be someone yours truly hung out with in my teens, even though we are quite different and she has some characteristics I would despise in anyone else but being my childhood friend, yours truly gave her leeway, ie, put up with the qualities that I deem quite unattractive. This trip, we didn’t even say a single word to each other. Granted, we did not even see each other over the 3 days, but still, for 2 persons who used to hang out together, and kept each other company as we explored Genting together previously, isn’t this kinda sad? Not that it’s *C’s fault or yours truly’s fault. It’s just that we are so different; our lives are so different that we have nothing to talk about or any inclination to even make conversation.

The question is, does education background really have so a big impact on us? I mean, both *K and *C drifted apart from yours truly after our education paths started to diverge. I dunno. Perhaps, it’s just me. Probably yours truly was already *strange and started growing more into me that we drifted further apart. *shrug*

I did remember a funny episode with *C. *C was into meeting strangers (read: guys) from teletext (this is the forefront of Internet days and back during my teens) and guess who she drags with her usually? *roll eyes* Anyway, at least it is *safer and more prudent of her to have company when she met strangers. Back to the point, anyway, there was this one time when she had a date with this guy and I went with her. The guy came with the requisite flower or something, and oh-my-god, you won’t believe how funny he looked. He was rather big sized, which was fine with me (but apparently not with *C) but he had neon orange hair and it clashed horrendously with the red flower he was carrying and the atrocious neon color bag he had with him. Let’s not even go into his attire, since yours truly don’t really remember except that it didn’t do much for him.

Anyway, *C freaked out and dragged me off without meeting the poor guy. I tried to convince her that its only polite to say hi and leave but she refused and left the poor guy standing there. This is just one of the funnier *dates that I got dragged to during my teens. There were some rather tedious ones, or rather rude ones. *grin*. On hindsight, all these now seem rather funny, but trust me, yours truly was not always so amused back then. But I suppose this mindless *dating highlights how different yours truly and *C were even back then. So I suppose it isn’t surprising that we drifted apart?

Ok. Reminiscing aside, yours truly wants to end off with a grateful grin to dear evilness, for I swear, I am glad that I outgrown the teen that I was back then *roll my eyes* and for choosing to tread the alternate paths from my few childhood friends. Imagine if I had gone the same paths, I might now be married and seeking to live the govt’s way of having 2.5 kids with a 2.2 bathroom. *breath of relief*

Can you imagine the horror?

Me neither.

At least, I try not too.

Thank you very much.

Me.

Annoucement

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.

~ Sex and The City

*drum rolls* yours truly will be out of town for the weekend. Like anyone really cares. After all, the few souls who actually reads yours truly's crap, are likely to be too occupied.

*Starry has ahem...just gotten hitched, so it's probably exams and mushy lovey dovey stuff for a while. Honeymoon period. I suppose. But for her benefit, in case she does call, yours truly is away away away. *emphasis necessary since yours truly suspect *starry is probably like dizzy at the moment like all lovestruck *fools or rather, like all in the aftermath of getting hitched. *grin* But in memory of her *grand moment of *joy, yours truly decide to grace this blog with a SATC quote. (*starry, aren't you grateful?)

As for *wallflower, hmm...personally, it seems like she's going through a polite-termly self-discovery phrase, otherwise known as panic before graduation. Yours truly hopes she gets over it soon, but really dear, no one ever really gets over the butterflies in the tummy, the search for what the heck am i doing in this world. So, join the club. You'll be fine.

*Snappish, might I suppose, read this blog, but probably she's going to slack the weekend away to recuperate from her one woman hold the fort week *grin*. Trust me, she's going to slack the weekend away. Good for her. Yours truly encourage all forms of slacking. *grin*

Ok. until I return, may evilness be with you. *archly*

London Me

Yours truly likes the picture and the quintness of the words...what more need I say?

:::

You Belong in London A little old fashioned, and a little modern. A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock. A unique woman like you needs a city that offers everything. No wonder you and London will get along so well. What City Do You Belong in? Take This Quiz :-)

Unbreakable Optimist

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
Emily Dickinson.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Topic: Hope

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Yours truly has decided to cheat and not write something of my own. But to use written words of others.

My interpretation of "The Unbreakable Lightness of Being" is summed up in 2 words, hope and survivor. We are beings filled with unbreakable lightness because we have hope and we survive all sorta crap throwed at us because of the forward looking nature of mankind. Of cos, this might not seem true for all, and in fact, *erratic upon my discussion of what constitutes "unbreakable lightness of being", after clarifying that yours truly was not misquoting "The Unbearable Lightness of Being", had only one word to say -- "optimist!" in a somewhat dismissing tone. *shake head*.

Yes. the secret is out, yours truly is an optimist. So what? At least, I'm a very realistic optimist.

Thank you very much.

And I do like myself this way.

Which is more than can be said for most people.

Gotcha, haven't I?

*wink*

:::

PS: *Wallflower, doubt this is what you had in mind when you put the topic up, but hey, feel free to expound on your theory/ideas of Unbreakable Lightness of being. Yours truly is interested to know how different the same topic can become under 2 vastly different persons' interpretation.