Nnnnyyaaaaaaaaah. >:P
But still, beginning to find that I smile easier.
:)))
Been to camp, made a fairly decent ogl, I guess. Bright side is that my group is now rather independant and well-bonded. I don't think any of them will drop out, they're got good support. Still, feeling a little shitty that I ain't as rah-rah as I should have been. Pms saw to that, I suppose.
But still, an experience.
Shaved my head. For some cancer kids thingummy. Didn't tell my parents till I got home bald. It must be saying something about me when my mum just goes "Girl girl, why you do this kind of thing?", sighs and goes back to reading Lord of the Rings. What can I say? Stupidity seems to have a genetic predisposition in my family. All in all, family members are fascinated at the lack of hair. No anger at all. Although now mum's ragging me a bit about my head being a bit oblong.
She tells me not to get a tattoo and leaves it at that. And then out come the stories of my brother being bald and patients with tattoos.
I am going to get contacts and possibly get me ears pierced.
My ears are draughty. I mean, with lack of hair and all that, you'd expect my hairless pate to be the top of Mount Everest, but no, it's the ears that are complaining at the change to cold weather. I should be wearing ear muffs around the house. If I had any, that is. I think I rather fancy the ladybug ones I saw months back at bugis.
*mutters and rubs ears to keep them warm* Surprisingly, I don't scare myself when visiting the loo at night.
Am now not talking/movingabout/beingactive. I need some down time from camp, during which I felt as if I used up my quota of words for the rest of the year. Now I just want to shut up and recharge.
Have suddenly rediscovered ability to do graphic pen drawings at a snap. Coolio. Am making designs for silk-screening.
Am reading fanfiction. And sleeping. Will go to Rag and Flag meeting tomorrow.
Could be a lot better, honestly. But I'm glad it's done.
For Nina, with <3.
Maybe I can write a fic this way.
Written on my Samsung phone, slowly, in a vaguely ungrammatical way. It makes you think hard about what you're gonna type.
Title: Fruitcake
Fandom: Due South/Fight Club
Warnings: Language and violence
Character Pairings: None, Ray Kowalski, Benton Fraser, (OMC) Marcel Lied
Disclaimers: Characters do not belong to me. Am not making money off this. This is writing practice.
Grace scowls and waves a angry finger at the adjascent high-rise, "Your building is blocking my sunlight!"
John Legend- Ordinary People
Jimmy Cliff- I Can See Clearly Now
Des'ree- You Gotta Be
The Hands Show- Just for Laughs
Oh ho ho ho.
Chao Ji Bian Bian Bian- Ping Pong
Oh my goodness, that is nothing short of clever.
Ordinary? Yeah, I can do ordinary.
*grins*
In fact, I can do normal too.
An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
~ William Butler Yeats
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
A stunning poem, that causes something in my chest to tighten ever so slightly, and cry out at the last lines: "The years to come seemed a waste of breath, / A waste of breath the years behind / In balance with this life, this death." I'm not a literature student (and indeed the slight brush with literature at age 14 ensured that I will never truly become a connosieur) and know next to nothing about iambics and co. But .... these words, somehow, they make my soul ... howl with grief.
Something so finally damning about the futility of going out and dying... and acceptance of his death.
It is war, it is war in its gloriously tragic form.
Poems shouldn't be picked apart and analysed, the words are the body, the whole is the soul, greater than the sum of its parts.
Perhaps I don't know how it works, or the history, or the implications. But I don't need a Ph.d to enjoy beauty.
I've got a heart that is listening.
And maybe that is all I truly need.
Ennui
The
joy of life of living of existing
To be to be here to be here now.
~G. 2005
Dia. Opp.
Beautiful & ugly
my mindview fluctuates
success & failure
it changes
first & dead last
how fickle
Is this me
or my reflection
is it my fault
or
is it all my fault?
~G. 2005
Numb
I can go on about how heat
slips like wisps of smoke from
fingertips, tenous, fleeting, fragile
The rain horde roars, barbaric-sheer noise pillages
the very sign of life from your
hands.
~G. 2005
I like the rain
a blessed respite
from the mind-dulling heat
With its lulling mirages
& whimsy
I hate the rain
Every stinging drop sucks heat, fangs sinking bone deep into
a cold body
a death unwelcomed, slicing life
Bits of soul stolen from skin, rigor mortis.
Yes, I know what it is like to die.
Bringing to mind morose speculation
Dark thoughts of isolation
rain roaring
rain drowning
rain rain
rain rain
rain.
~G. 2005
Jennifer Lopez, "I'm Glad" (2003)
Video Concept: An homage to the 1983 film Flashdance, only with lots more junk in the trunk.
Come on, how can anyone not like "Flashdance"? It's one of the best dance movies ever made! Just watching it makes me want to dance again. And Jennifer Lopez does it a decent homage in her music video. Great dancing, alas, immemorable music. Still... yes.
Billy Idol, "White Wedding" (1991)
Video Concept: A wedding is a horrible thing to go through.
It's Billy Idol! Wait, let me say that again: It's Billy Idol .If you wonder where all the kinks for peroxide-blond, punk-rock, attitude-toting rebels come from, let me introduce you to the man who started it all... Gackt, I'm sorry, japanese theatrics cannot compare: you lose lose lose to the real deal. This is real attitude, this is real punk. Damn, where was I when the punk movement got started? (Oh yeah, wasn't born yet. Damn.)
Chris Isaak, "Wicked Game" (1989)
Video Concept: A ridiculously good-looking couple enjoys some kanoodling on the beach during a cloudy day.
"Wicked Game" is one of those songs that tend to appear on the classics radio stations like Gold 90.5 FM that make you wonder where the geniuses that create such songs have gone. Is there no more talent like that now? *weeps* An incredibly haunting song, just filled with so much longing and , if I may say so, regret. The I'm-sorry-you-are-very-beautiful-but-I'm-t
Yes, it's remarkable what I do with my time.
So productive, yeah.
Architect, Landscape Architect, City Planner, or what?:
Choose the answer that best completes the sentence.
Trees
a. are good for hiding a poorly designed part (or whole) of a building.
b. are an essential part of the environment.
c. keep the air fresh and clean.
d. make a decent building material.
e. are an annoyance.
f. look good.
Light is
a. vital to the spirit.
b. vital to life.
c. to be shared.
d. a type of electromagnetic radiation.
e. required to do work.
f. a luxury.
An ugly building is one that is
a. poorly proportioned.
b. lacking in vegetation.
c. not in harmony with its neighbors.
d. lacking in maintenance.
e. in need of a renovation.
f. out of style.
An empty lot
a. ought to have something built on it.
b. could make a good park.
c. is a potential crime magnet.
d. makes an impromptu parking lot.
e. is easy to work with.
f. a waste of space.
A hundred-story building on a small Pacific island would be
a. impressive.
b. disasterous to the environment.
c. out of scale.
d. hard to have a proper foundation.
e. a logistical nightmare.
f. stupid.
The most important room in a house is
a. the living room.
b. the garden.
c. the kitchen.
d. the basement.
e. the bathroom.
f. the bedroom, or more importantly, the number of bedrooms.
If your choices were mostly
a. You're an architect. While your designs may be visually stunning, chances are that is all they are.
b. You're a landscape architect. With designs both ecologically friendly and attractive to the community, landscape architects are well recieved by all people except Architects. Too bad there's this thing called rain.
c. You're a city planner. You actually understand that a site does not exist in a vacuum and ought to fit into its context. Unfortunately, there's very little you can do about it.
d. You're a civil engineer. Your designs are solid and work, as they follow the best way of solving the problem. Fortunately there are architects to mess things up so not everyone's living in a box.
e. You're a contractor. You don't really care what's being built, only how it's built. Or maybe you don't care much about that either.
f. You're a developer. You actually get stuff built that 99% of the population finds agreeable. Too bad the other 1% just happen to be the people in the neighborhood where you're building.
Well, BUGGER.
Why can't I have visually-stunning, ecologically- and community- friendly, agreeable, happy buildings? The most successful buildings of the lot actually get used, you know.
You know, stuff that people can be proud of.
*scowls massively*
I dreamt last night that I had a loose tooth.
And I pulled it out.
What an odd combination of relief and pain.
Huh.
Dance Battle
Watch out for the second guy. He's like, naturally talented. *sighs happily*
Karaoke for the Deaf
Performed at The Secret Policemen's Ball.
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