Entries for December, 2004

December 3, 2004

i love my family =) i love my family =) Posted at 11:14 AM Mi Familia *Dad *Mum *Yours truly *Sis *Bro Would I sound braggy? Ptsk...the hell do I care, I love my family, truly. And for me, as lame as it would sound, I have the best family I myself could ever ask for. Of all the times if ever I've whined too much what I feel is not here within our household, there's always something else that's there where I could ask myself, who else could be this fortunate? We're not filthy rich. We're not displayed in any hall of fame anywhere. We're not fit circle-in-circle perfect, either. But we're a family. All the snakeholes we've ever dragged ourselves into we might have not acted as a one in a heartbeat, but ti stay that way para siempre is never an option nor our intent. I admit, there have been times when I've sorely took advantage of the goodness of this household. Still, it made me realise, to be able to take advantages means, the advantages are there. My family, is my advantage. We have got what it takes to benefit each other in one way or another. I'm proud of us. So to dedicate this short post , I'll shed off selfishness for not having to put my family pics before this. Una familia por eternidad. Te quiero mucha. These images aren't recent, duh. Why snow? WHY SNOW?? Cos I want snow!!! So so badly. *hummimng Jessica Simpson's "Let It Snow" very clearly...* It's usually this time of the year that I'll be flipping through old photo albums, old cards, letters, presents from friends...school planners...my shoe boxes. Feeling mushily reminiscent. Sending Christmas cards and presents across the Atlantic, listening to Christmas Carols just for the sakes of floating me into my own discreet world remembering the 5 inch thick snow I used to step into and our first snowman of Queen Elizabeth II with.....an overpropotioned chest lol. Twas always this time of the year when the telly'll be airing ads by Harrods and Dixons and Meadowhall in tinsels and baubles. Then there was me and my best friends in the Xmas Carol team for the concert some years back. Instead of taking the Parson Cross bus home, me and my best mate'll be walking home instead in the snow chucking snowballs at people up front. Making a Christmas log with fondant pine trees in Food Tech. Snowball fights, gals vs guys in the school yard. Song requests in the dining hall. Ickle bro as the sheperd in the school nativity. Lots. But that done with. Most of the stuff I wouldn't be doing nowadays, but heck, it was the spirit of everyone having to do at least something to share the joy all in the midst of winter. The feeling when everyone couldn't wait for dinnertime just to get on with the snowfights outside. Oh well, I'm done =). It's still early, there'll be a proper greeting post later on. Plus, i'm still in the mood for EID!!!!!!! Good Charlotte - I Just Wanna Live go nuts

December 4, 2004

sappy stuff sappy stuff Posted at 10:50 PM not that i haven't noticed it before but my life is lacking. there's too little art in me. all the art i could've filled myself right up to the brim, still i'm right here only half full. i love art. i want to live art. but i'm already this far. i'm not going to blame anything or anyone because that'll only contradict recent proclaimations so i'll just mourn in vain. "I told you a hundred times, but i got 1001 excuses in return. Thanks so much. I'm only a decade too late..." -Lyricaa ------------- Just for Kicks "...oral test on the penal code...ltfaobt!!!" *shrugs*, guess it's gonna take more than that to really kick me into laughter. Jay Sean - Stolen go nuts

December 7, 2004

tadaa..... tadaa..... Posted at 04:14 PM PARENTAL ADVISORY RETRO_HUMANOID CONTAINS EXPLICIT LYRICS Username: From Go-Quiz.com LOL...i can't be any proud-er than THIS. *satisfied grin* 1 comments

December 9, 2004

Let us Put Our Hands Together in Faith Let us Put Our Hands Together in Faith Posted at 02:20 PM ~*Good God of Mercy...can the residential student body of this particular generation not get any more tight and starry-eyed in paranoia over 'sublime infatuation of the third kind'??? Perdona me, but I think a dozen peck of us needs a major dose of reality check, knock our heads with 2 tonne anvils and get real not i'm-in-seventh-heaven-for-the-wrong-reasons ring of stars floating around our temples. I think it's a hefty messed up mess that works as double helpings of gone-off potato dumplings down the oesophagus and back up to those who've only heard it been put to 'excessive' limelight-hogging action, so just 'vaguely' picture the after-math experienced by those who've actually SEEN the blockbuster, emmy-winning displays(S) over...and over...and over...and over again. (even Nelly and Tim McGraw cut short to only TWO 'over-and-over agains'). I'll give you the 2-million-deuschmark hint; double helpings of gone-off potato dumplings with traces of mould down the oesophagus and back up...and shoved back down with a lead pipe...and stay there. ...yeah i'm a cut-throat sickass, so shoot me. And mind you, I love potatoes, how's THAT for deliberately putting me off off 3 days of meals. It's a mass epidemic, ladies and gentleman. Mentally lethal just as the bubonic plague 4 centuries ago. sublime infatuation of the third kind. like asthma, if it's handled with care and responsibility, then it's a good amount of distance from 'human expiration'. this 'epidemic', if it's handled responsibly, with justice towards the '2nd party' and most importantly towards the watchful eyes and substantial tolerant from the surrounding community, then it's a considerable distance from 'mental outrage'. Now let us bow our heads in deep thoughts, on how to keep this mass-outbreak under modest wraps. Godspeed. p.s. - siti, fran and vinne would know what i'm 'concerned' about. @_@ Handel - Alleluia go nuts

December 19, 2004

A Tribute to Rememberance A Tribute to Rememberance Posted at 01:35 PM at Aviemore, a winter heart's wake where pinecones scatter'd, and frosty fingers ache she found solace in the torturous silence the savage cold, an ethereal vengeance protruding eyes, she pierced her misty breath stood snowy Parson Brown on a cruel icy wealth of five inched depth her innocent warmth succumbed she looked around, sudden' her insides felt numb with brewed coffee, warm in grasp she plunged into a senseless lapse still wide awake, all was white mere scrawny twigs, and moving spectres alive and yet 'twas here, where she resided solo while a yard ahead, rapturous laughter gestured her to follow retiring selfishly, black liquid burned her throat and it was then, an appariton rocked her boat a Godsent seraph, an armed soltice saint face so tender, gently hued by human paint and like the snow burning her wintry husk the ground felt earthly, heavenly, was the eye at dusk the vision of a sancrosanct reverie an image of an intensity so serene she hears the call of the distant summertime yet it was thither, from her salty ground to the end of the rose line touched by the aura of the unseen but sensed a sworn sight, a killing distance and willingly, underneath her patched soil years of reminiscence began to uncoil beyond the soft crystallite of her elusive stare the embrace of carnal heat, she felt right there rigid, in the clawing gust of December's moan but in it's wraps, she faltered on the feet of her own mercilessly divided by leather and wool the heat pulsed lovingly through it's gentle mould still standing two innocents on the pure snowy quilt she claimed her homely niche, upon this trust they had built at nightfall, a barn's warmth lingered the silence talked, a hundred words fingered somatic fervency was scarced at best and yet it lasted a long night's rest the sun set to bed, alone was she now sitting here, in her pillows of fleece dismissed to remember, by her homely fireplace still dedicated to memory, still warmed by solace. -aimisyaz- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is an earthly tribute to all those who conspire, As they dream by the fire, To face unafraid, the plans that they made, Walking down the memory lane a-laid. ***** **** *** ** * Deception Point - Dan Brown Story of the Year - Sidewalks go nuts

This is a favorite post.December 31, 2004

Of My Paper-Fragile Skin Of My Paper-Fragile Skin Posted at 01:54 AM "I want to know you're to be found, that you won't disappoint me, you won't lie that your grip is none but to keep my steady pulse in mind, and in memory. Knowing that I'm not playing your waiting game in vain. And you mine. I want to know I'm worth the wait too. And you'll show just that by blanketting me with your warmth one night in autumn, within the starry night ambience. With the stars we'll make a map. We'll map our home and heartland. And when it's done, we'll put the moon where we see fit. Where I see fit, according to how you guide my sight. I'll let the fire by our feet provide comfort to the evergreen willows instead, because I can sleep wrapped in your woolen coat, and caressed by the generous heat you're willing to share. I'll look into your eyes finding beyond you that I have found and claimed sanctuary. Don't shut on me. I'll find myself, reflected deep within your fervent gaze. Deep enough to know, it's the only image I'll see everytime I stare into you. You keep me planted. You keep me from only dreaming. You stop me from fantasizing. Because you want me to feel that you're real, and that I shall have you real. Even though I'm expiring. Even though I'm decaying. Let me do the curses. I'll keep your hand above my heart, so that if I die, you'll catch the last beat just in time, to bury it in you for it to continue inside you. I want it to live inside you. I'll die in your arms within our plain-cloth sheets. Your hand on my chest, afraid you'll miss to save the last beat. We'll sleep the night, hours too short. Of all the warmth you'll be stroking me to sleep with, you'll wake up when you're cold. When I turn cold " -aimisyaz- Go read this book, perks, it's really good. Turned me into a hopeless cry-baby. It's that cruel. State of Happiness - Stella Duffy Josh Groban - Remember when it rained go nuts