Fables and Revelations

A friend told me that people in Korea believed that you can die from hypothermia if you have the fan in the room. I laid in the chilly room in the middle of the night and flat on my back I opened my eyes. The outline of the puppet in the corner of the room seemed almost menacing. I felt a bit lost though in the dark of the room, I wondered why I was finding myself just half awake in the middle of the night, in the strange darkness of the room. As with the changes in life sometimes I find myself wondering what I am doing and where I am, and if I’m going to fuck up my life as life changes and if I'm suppose to feel at home at the moment. I listen to the chirping crickets and the soft twirling of the fan and huge a pillow and died in my sleep. I'm glad with how things are working out though but still rather lost about where I should belong.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic. - Anais Nin

This coming month seemed to be the brightest in this bleak and gloomy year, I pick up a groovy fabulous new black Ipod and got the rhythm back in my soul. It’s one of those chic Ipod video and it’s really impressive though, I played a couple of trailers on it to view and the visuals were crystal clear and sharper then my old fuzzy 14 inch television in my sombre attic. I was devastated when my old Ipod disappeared mysteriously. I got new comfy shoes too, check out the picture. The tongue of the shoe comes in 5 different colours and 5 different laces, all packed in a customisation kit. It’s fantastic stuff, totally rad. I queued up with the guys last Friday to get these shoes and they are certainly worth every minute of it. I ding 60 as well on Warcraft and got to know some really fun guys to quest and do instances with. The guild guys are great as well, right now I’m trying to figure out what how to respec my little priest when the time comes. She’s currently still shadowspec though. I...

I found this crazy article about Chuck Norris man. Never been a fan of his though, but this article is so fucking funny that if I don't share it I ought to be shot. Rather than being birthed like a normal child, Chuck Norris instead punched his way out of his mother's womb. Shortly thereafter he grew a beard. Before email was invented Chuck Norris would attach messages to kittens and roundhouse kick them. The chief export of Chuck Norris is pain. Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried. Chuck Norris does not have AIDS but he gives it to people anyway. Chuck Norris has yet to get a Jeopardy question wrong. Jesus has missed two. Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play...

A friend send me this crazy meme so inbetween of constructing websites and singing, I thought I put this down for the heck of it. In this lifetime I have .... Said 'I love you' and meant it Hugged a tree Done a striptease Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise Slept under the stars Changed a baby's diaper Watched a meteor shower Given more than you can afford to charity Looked up at the night sky through a telescope Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment Taken a sick day when you're not ill Asked out a stranger Screamed as loudly as you possibly can Held a snake Enacted a favorite fantasy Taken an ice cold bath Ridden a roller coaster Fit three weeks miraculously into three days Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment Had two hard drives for your computer Loved your job for all accounts Taken care of someone who was shit faced Had amazing friends and still have Been h...

Orange light cascade down on upon the playground illuminating the mental handles on the swing, and the dark blue mental poles, that lay silent in the still of the night. I listen intently to the music in my ears as I walked to the lonely playground and dump my faux leather bag beside the swing. My fingers trace the cold mental chains. It’s been ages since I’ve been on a swing, I sat edgily on the swing and shift my body weight forward and backwards with my legs outstretched. Swinging up and down with my ipod plugged in and watching the lights of the cars, which sometimes pass me by. It’s been a tsunami of a month, changes, too many, too fast, more deaths then life. I’m glad I have had much support from friends around me really. I have to say I have some friends that really hang in when the cracks on the wall start growing in time, and with me being me just had to give it that little push and shove. Watching the wall collapse at my feet, crumbling within seconds and choking on the dust ...

I heard a girl whisper, thought no very soft because I heard it, “I would give you the world if you were mine”, to which her partner said, “but your world is too big for me and I cannot contain it”.

She’s been sitting at the river, lost in the mirror of herself, watching the flowers bloom and die, feeling the soft grass under her feet. Her heart had been silent as she sits along the river that has brought her to life. Father time has come and gone and she’s getting older, sitting here alone with the caress of the cold water, licking the tips of her toes on the chilly windy nights. Her hair no longer cropped and spunky but long and lush, her eyes long for the world. She lay back and look at the stars in the sky and wonder, in the midst of a silent conversation between the universe and her. She wonders if she could find a home one day, in the darkness, among the stars. She has been sitting here for so long and so alone, in the dark of the night, with the crickets for company and the lush green grass that holds her. She lay tired wondering where is the beginning and where is the end. Is the beginning going to be the end of it all?

Stranger days, stranger ways. Life has been bittersweet of late, of little bites of joy and small pangs of sadness and disappointments. It’s been good so far, I hardly blog when I’m elated since I’m too busy trying to make sure that feeling doesn’t vanish in a snap, but slowly fade away as I lavish in the loving warmth of happiness. Been busy, went to the beach, meeting people, working and spending whatever time I have levelling my character. People around me are changing right before my eyes, and I know now that I certainly don’t feel like the same person I was before. Some are trying to make the change, some have been slowly morphing with circumstance and time, some felt catch in the whirlwind of change and are trying to make a change. Bless your soul, if you really think you are in control. I got a hurtful message and a call the other day and that really bothered me, made me feel small and owned. Like a little creature on a lease, a pet that misbehaved. I chose to hold my tongue and...