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?

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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*

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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.

Greenish Aura....

Yours truly did a test & liked the results.

Obviously, you didn't think I would put something unfavorable, did you? *archly*

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Your Aura is Green Your Personality: You are a high acheiver who is very competitive. You're bound to reach your goals, no matter how lofty. You in Love: Picky with high standards, it's hard to find your match. You need a man as driven as you are! Your Career: You need a high profile, challenging career to satisfy you. Consider finance, sales, or running your own company. What Color Is Your Aura? Take This Quiz :-)

Unreasonably Insensible Being

I've been kicked around

~ EELS

Well I’ve been kicked around
What do you see
Am I alright?
I’m alright

I once had a heart
I was ripped from it
Chewed up then spat out
Like a cherry pit

And if I seem a little hard

It’s just that I’ve been kicked around
I don’t know how I got this far
The way that I’ve been kicked around
Uh huh

Well I’ve been kicked around
What do you see
Am I alright?
Am I alright?

Well I’ve been kicked around
What do you see
Am I alright?
Am I alright?

I once had a soul
It was torn from me
I won’t cry a tear
I will carry me

And if I seem a little hard
It’s just that I’ve been kicked around
I don’t know how I got this far
The way that I’ve been kicked around

Don’t worry, I’m all right

So if I seem a little hard
It’s just that I’ve been kicked around
I don’t know how I got this far
The way that I’ve been kicked around
The way that I’ve been kicked around
The way that I’ve been kicked around
The way that I’ve been kicked around
The way that I’ve been kicked around
The way that I’ve been kicked around
The way that I’ve been kicked around

Topic: The Unbreakable Lightness of Being

devilzpagan
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Wow, another toughie. Yours truly is starting to wonder if she should panic. The previous topic set by *starry is a toughie but this one is *wow, toughie intellectual. But if you ask which is preferred, trust me, dear friends, anything over the sappy cutsy would always be preferred. *archly*

*wallflower, nice to have you back, even if its with such a toughie. Yours truly will try to do justice to the topic but dun have much expectations. *wink* Of cos, if *starry wants to have a go at this topic, please, feel free. *grin*

Be not Reasonable & Sensible

Any reasonable man would have swallowed his pride and admitted that he was wrong.

I was never a reasonable man.

~ Edward Bloom in Big Fish

Any sensible girl would want to be cuddly wuddly cute.

I was never a sensible girl.

~ Yours truly in My Life

Topic: Unreasonably Insensible

倔强

Yours truly really like this mandarin song from Mayday. If there's a theme song for every stage of one's life, if not for one's entire life, then, this is mine for this period of my life and I would like to believe, I can live like this for the rest of my life.

As for the blog game...yours truly have yet to figure out how to write in response to CUDDLY WUDDLY CUTENESS...so let's put the game on pause. If after a week, yours truly is still unable to reply to *starry's disgustingly sappy pic, then yours truly will provide a new topic. *wink*

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倔强

当 我和世界不一样 那就让我不一样
坚持对我来说 就是以刚克刚
我 如果对自己不行 如果对自己说谎
即使别人原谅 我也不能原谅

最美的愿望 一定最疯狂
我就是我自己的神 在我活的地方

我和我最后的倔强 握紧双手绝对不放
下一站是不是天堂 就算失望不能绝望

我和我骄傲的倔强 我在风中大声的唱
这一次为自己疯狂 就这一次 我和我的倔强
(就这一次 让我大声唱啦啦啦...)

对 爱我的人别紧张 我的固执很善良
我的手越肮髒 眼神越是发光
你 不在乎我的过往 看到了我的翅膀
你说过被火烧过才能出现凤凰

逆风的方向 更适合飞翔
我不怕千万人阻挡 只怕自己投降

Cuddly Wuddly Cuteness *roll eyes*

I really don't understand how Friendship came to this? How did my blog degenerate to this fuzzy sappy disgustingly sweet picture?

Actually, I do know how.

*starry. *giving her a sinister & ominous look*

Topic: Cuddly Wuddly Cuteness? What the heck is that?

Blog blackout

*starry, my blog simply refused to show the pic of the forever friends teddy. How should we proceed?

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PS: *In gratitude to dear evilness for my blog blackout & some contriteness for *starry, here's a poem in lieu of the pic. (notice the *gallant knight?)

PPS: Can someone, anyone, please write some crap on friendship just so yours truly's blog is spared the indignity of some warm cuddly pic? You really don't wanna see how yours truly's going to insult a poor *innocent picture, do you? Or perhaps, you are indeed that bored?

Too bad, yours truly is feeling irritated and out-of-sorts today, so let's skip my ineptitude with links and computer language. *archly*

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Eldorado

~ Edgar Allan Poe.

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old
This knight so bold
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow"
Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be
This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied
"If you seek for Eldorado!"

*be bold, dear friends.

there's betrayal and there's Betrayal

Me
You know all the bitching and bad-mouthing your ex-boyfriend you do with your very best friend upon a break up? The “He is the scum of the earth” and “jerk of the century”, etc, type of stuff? Yeah, I was looking forward to all that with my best friend to help me get over my stupid ex that just dumped me. And guess what, my very best friend and my very recent boyfriend got together. Heck. The world as I knew it ended. All I know is that it was not the same world I inhibited.

Her
You know the cliché sappy moment where you meet the perfect man? Your eyes met and you knew it was love? Well. It happened. But unfortunately, it happened so suddenly, so immediately to me and it’s with the guy who just happens to be my best friend’s boyfriend! I certainly didn’t expect it, nor did I want it. I didn’t even have time to avoid it. Damn! I mean, for heaven’s sake, he’s my dearest friend’s boyfriend! Somewhere someone up there must really hate me. That or, God must have a really warped sense of humor.

Him
You know how most guys dream about having two perfect women to choose from? Well, trust me, it is hell on yourself. There I was, with the most perfect girl I ever met, whom I believed I could spend the rest of my life with. And then, she introduced me to her best friend and I learnt that all I ever knew about love was just crap. It was not the best moment of my live. Seriously, it didn’t come as gentle realization or a thunderbolt from the sky. It went more like, “damn it, why me, why now”, what the heck am I going to do. I didn’t want to hurt either of them, but I probably will end up hurting both. I’m a total jerk.

tOpIc oF ThE mOmENt: fRIeNdShIp

Affirmation of Betrayal

Affirmation


*Oriental Damsel in Constant Distress

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Topic of the Moment: Betrayal

Beyond Self Worth

Call Me Beautiful

Don’t call me
Beautiful
Unless you truly
Believe
So

Don’t call me
Beautiful
Unless you truly
Think
So

Don’t pretend
To find me
Beautiful

I know
My own
Worth

I know
Whether
I am Beautiful

I need not
Your
Affirmation

So why
Then
Do
I still
Care

If you
Call me
Beautiful

Unless
You
Mean
More to
Me

Than
I believed
So.

Kel. 7 April 2005

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Topic: Affirmation

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I think self worth is really more impt perhaps than beauty in the eye s of everyone else. If a person is beautiful to everyone but oneself, he/she is likely to be a neutrotic with hang up over self image and insecurity.

Let's face it, we need to feel attractive to ourselves, although preferably, to everyone else as well. But if the push comes to a shove, I think it is more impt to feel beautiful. But beyond that, no one who is honest will say that other people's opinions don't count. If they say so, trust me, they're lying. Even the most self-confident soul, cannot be totally unconcerned abt the opinions of others, or at least, of others impt to him or her.

Anyone who says otherwise, yours truly congrats your sense of self worth and despise you for your self deception.

If you can't be even honest with yourself, who else can you be honest to?

Eye of Beholder

A page from the Secret Memoirs of Sleeping Beauty

I guess it is an irony for a maiden who slept for a 100 years to be now suffering from insomnia. Too many things were on my mind. I've just had a messy divorce with Prince *Charming as our two joined kingdoms have to be equitably divided. The peasants had formed new communities that we couldn't bear tearing apart. He told me that he was willing to do the dragon slaying bit (understood it was part of his job description) but didn't anticipate the three fairy Godmothers would be such horrible (*god) in laws. For one, they kept changing the colour of our furniture and always insisted on cooking for us (without the use of magic wands, so you can guess how bad their dinners turned out to be for three constantly arguing, magic dependent fairies!).

But really, as a political figure (he is a Prince) who will naturally get media attention, going around making promises to other women from other Kingdoms is not a good idea. Fairytale Tattler carried pictures of him with Snow White and Cinderella! In fact, he was caught licking Cinderella's glass slipper. The pervert!

At least one thing came out of this: my new born daughter. Don't worry about things though... she is my current joy and meaning for life (and my ex-husband is paying through his nose for alimony).

But a new problem came with her happy birth: my curse.

You see, when the Queen (my mother) accepted the fairy wishes bestowing the gift of immaculate beauty and exceptional song, we made the karmic system unbalanced. No mortal was to possess such unrivaled and unequal qualities and so my daughter has to now pay for my supposed good fortune.

However, my daughter is of royal blood hence the fates have decided that I instead should choose her punishment. They gave me two options:

Firstly, they could bestow upon her great beauty. All who gaze upon her shall be in awe with such spectacular form in a mere mortal. However, when daughter dear was to gaze at her reflection, visible to her would be a sight of great ugliness, disease and sorrow. And by the strike of fate's mighty powers, no one could reveal the truth of her beauty to her.

Upon the proclamation, I then shed tears and begged for her to be spared. I explained the emotional trauma of gazing at God's world made so beautiful only to see oneself as otherwise.

They offered me the other alternative: to give her the gift of self worth, if beauty be the source of judgment.

With the second alternative, she is to see the most beautiful self in her reflections. However, the true vision others see is the otherwise - of great ugliness, disease and sorrow.

I've consulted the fairy godmothers and everyone else I could for the matter to seek a counter spell like the one they found for me. Dear fates, be kinder on me and offer me a way out. If all fails, how is a mother to choose such unkind destinies for her child?

*Oriental Damsel in Constant Distress

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next topic: self worth

Beauty from Secrecy

absolute
secrecy

even though
you
are
a
thing
of
beauty
I must hide you
well
from view

veiled
and shrouded
from the
disapproving
public eyes
and the
curious
friendly ones

I am sad
your beauty
will now have
to go
unappreciated
by all
but me

but don’t
you
be sad

one
day

like the

frond
of
the
fern

you
will
un-
furl

to reveal
your
whimsical
glory
in
all
its
splendor

until then

accept my
unworthy
admiration

and let these
swathes ofveil
conceal
you

for these
veils
of secrecy
and
mystique
this
enigmatic
masquerade

will
only
intensify
your
luminous
beauty

6th - 7th April 2005
devilzpagan

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Topic of the moment: Beauty

Indulging Meself

Dear all,

Yours truly is bored. And so, she has decided to try out a little game to entertain herself. Of course, it is for yours truly’s benefit. Did you really think you mattered in a cold hearted bitch wannabe's world view? *dryly*

Got you there, didn't I? *grin*

Anyway, here’s the rules, which are fairly simple. Whether this game will be continued or not, will of course, depend on yours truly’s whims & on whether anyone bothers to do such a frivolous thing as to participate in it.


Rules:

Yours truly will start out with a topic/a dialogue/a poem, etc, and end off with a topic for the moment. The next person, who is frivolous enough or sporting enough or really, no justification needed, who wants to participate, must reply to the topic. It can be in the form of continuation of the dialogue, a new dialogue on the topic, a thesis on the topic, prose, poetry, etc, anything. The only rule is that it must be based on the topic and after having done so, the person must end off with the next topic.

For example, if yours truly started off with death, the next person wrote a poem on death and ended on winter or the idea of winter or something to that effect, the next topic will be winter. (Re: Next person please spell out topic of the moment.)

If this game gets off the ground, (which yours truly have doubts it will but nevertheless…) we will modify the rules as we go along. If any topic proves too tedious to go on, yours truly will give it a grace period of 3 days and then abandon it in favor of a new one. If this game never gets off the ground, then this shall be the one and last topic of the moment and the blog shall self-destruct in 48 hours.

Sheer.

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Game commences.


In a faraway time, in a faraway land, there exists a village that has its basis on the power of names. Names were the means of the identity of the people living in this village. And because names were so powerful, it is paradoxically both kept a secret and a form of currency. This meant that everyone in the village was bonded by the same secret. If you wanted to make a purchase, you revealed your name to the vendor. The revealing of one’s name was a mark of a bona fide customer. The vendor would on the basis of the revealing of the name, sell the goods to the revealer.

But the rule is, the name so revealed must never be revealed by the vendor to anyone else during the year. At the end of each year, vendors would collect their debts by whispering the names they have collected to the village headman, who will deduct the amount owing from the account of the person whose name was called. After collection, each person starts anew with a fresh slate. No vendor was to remember the names of people whose accounts were already cleared.

The village thus, functioned on a basis of absolute trust and absolute secrecy. Such is the power of names. Such is the power of honesty. For being honest became a part of the village’s ways. One who dishonors himself by misrepresenting his name was held in absolute disdain….But is it really possible to hold the power obtained from the knowledge of names yet remained honest in a village where names were the form of currency….?

Topic of the moment: Absolute Secrecy

High Priestess to High Priestess

Deity *Starry

Evilness *sheer has decided to graciously accept thine congenial invitation to Temple Haach. Were it not that thy time is running out, thy evilness self would seek forasmuch to continue to express thy vast grace in accepting thine invitation. But alas, as the sand of the hour glass continues its relentless march, thy must bow down to necessity, the mother and guide of our actions, and come directly albeit less beautifully to the point. Thy will look forward to thee further directive for our wondrous worship at Temple Haach.

Till then, thy wishes thou all peace.

*Evilness Incarnated,

Me.