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blog30102 | The one who doesn't see the scenery that he flourishes the huge scythe shall not realize the dreadful horror. Different from a cunning nickname, Joker, the huge scythe reminding of a Demon's weapon simply sweeps away all the things around. Camouflaging himself by joking humorously In ordinary times, he has strong leadership and capability as could be called a hero among Scaramouch. | blog |
blog30102 | Father left me his burning desire. Mother gave me her eyes. The earth turns, hiding you. Shining eyes, twinkling lights. The earth turns, carrying you, Carrying us both who'll surely meet... | blog |
blog30102 | The main reason for all this was simply the clash of Titans. Charon and I are beings who are not afraid of being simply ourselves even if that means the rest of the world will turn their backs on us. We voiced our opinions freely and without self-restraint only for the betterment of the album and Ichoir in general yet Avarel persisted in taking this as an insult on his creative abilities. | blog |
blog30102 | "And what makes you think they don't?" I stressed, frowning slightly as I pulled the fake fur adorning the ends of my jacket tighter around me and tried to cross my arms across my chest clumsily. My hands were a pale white with a pinch of red on the knuckles; an evident sign of the cold I had to endure yet I didn't know whether it was the weather or my blood that felt drawn with anxiety "What makes you think that the story is to be finished? Some things are better left alone and you taught me that well years ago. It is of no use to dig into past over and over again as if we can resurrect something that's long dead." | blog |
blog30102 | He didn't even change his mind after I scored an A at the Proficiency exam that Summer and was ready to start my Freshman year the following semester. I shrugged his indifference away as usual and celebrated it with my friends totally unaware of the fact that the more apathetic he was towards my personal progress/dreams, the more I was trying to prove myself to him unconsciously in whatever I did. | blog |
blog30102 | "I changed my mind. Get it!" I stumbled upon something on the sidewalk and cursed slightly as I tried to reach for the bus stop half running half walking. Darn, the bus was overloaded and passed the stop by. | blog |
blog30102 | mutuality... a gasp gets buried in my throat while you moor your thighs on mine... making it possible for me to feel an anchor seeking its depths... awashed by your scent, I sigh... clad in man... delirious sparkles scatter on my skin as your hands sweep my nipples... long fingers tracing down my sides, thumbs stroking the breastlines emerging from beneath armpits.. I ache... while your lips rake my neck... my jawline... before you deliver a breath in my mouth... your exhale, I inhale... hence, | blog |
blog30102 | Actually I was. Then again, we had the controversial sausages-french fries-beer trio for dinner that evening (a major event that strikes once every two weeks) and I promised my dad to be at the table, sipping my beer ladylike and smiling blandly while being subjected to my uncle's subanthropoidal noises as he feeds upon his meal. "Sorry, Miles. I need to attend to a family gathering today." | blog |
blog30102 | It would be quite erratic to think that I was the victim of constant violence as a child for violence halted as abruptly as it started and I barely remember those moments as a whole anyway. However, the traumatic effect of those earliest days of childhood reformed themselves as I developed a sense of extreme caution when it comes to righteousness in my personality as I grew up. Even today, I react quite impulsive during those very rare occasions when someone tries to blame me for something I am not responsible for or judge me wrong. Perhaps even the creation of this blog can be linked to those days and might be seen as an extension of the necessity to be understood thoroughly. | blog |
blog30102 | Stonewalling! "Not bad, not bad. I'd had worse. Yours?" | blog |
blog30102 | "That I am, although you have to reform the dictionary meaning of fine in my case." This statement was followed by Angel's soliloque on textile industry which lasted for about an hour. Eventually, she asked, "What about you?" to which came my reply; an hour's monologue about the life of a girl who has no life. | blog |
blog30102 | -....is shaggin' this girl, day in day out. I guess they're becomin' an issue together so get your butt over here asap... need to run sweets... hurry up, will ya?...love you.... | blog |
blog30102 | I mean she was not really proportionate, if you know what I mean. They looked very much like implants in that sense. | blog |
blog30102 | I covered the receiver with my palm and sneezed before replying, "No, Mr. Mason but he'll be back shortly. Would you like to leave a message or will you call back later?" | blog |
blog30102 | My mother was shrinking before our eyes, her hair completely gone and suffering from great physical pain but she still tried her best to keep her high spirits. I should admit that my mother and I were really close. We used to laugh a lot together and she had this idea that we were like sister and brother instead of mother and son. (Later, I realized it wasn't "us specific" for every mother fooled herself likewise occasionally.) Actually we were so, in more than a few ways... if she wasn't desperately ignoring what I really was, we could even be closer. | blog |
blog30102 | [When she passed away, the books found at her flat were transferred to a library nearby. The book was rented from the Library, never to be returned again. It journeyed across the nation and ended up in Ponderland in a bag and was seen at a garage sale. A young girl bought the book almost a quarter of its original price.] | blog |
blog30102 | "Well then all I can say is..." I bit my lower lip, "...break up with Ben as soon as possible. It's no use to act as if you take him for granted while you actually don't. You can only take someone for granted if you still have a gain." | blog |
blog30102 | Angel leaned over and hugged me while she chimed, "Simply because you cost me at least 15 minutes on-hold and 2 ciggies chain-smoked." I sat across her, shrugged my leather demi saison off me and sighed, "Not this time. You're early." | blog |
blog30102 | As my breath smoked out of my lips, I smiled slightly at the gathered snow on the sidewalk. Another thing I love is to dress up resembling an astronaut and step out into the cold having defeated it already. Walking amidst the snow, being immune to the chill that tries to sneak in at every single blow of the wind is something I adore.. | blog |
blog30102 | "Fine! I'll laugh when the time comes, then! Now if you please excuse me, I want to concentrate on this minute and the fact that another chance is missed and it's all because of...." | blog |
blog30102 | That and the embrace of music... Wearing the headphones of my walkman, I turned the radio on... only to be welcomed by the entrancing tunes of Sarah McLachlan decipher all that I go through into notes: | blog |
blog30102 | This is a year of progress and financial advancement. Major career opportunities present themselves. It is a challenging year in which personal growth is joined with new responsibilities and challenges. | blog |
blog30102 | If you have a home that can host tranquility for you, cherish it. One of the greatest lessons that these last 5 years of my life have taught me is that the following is a priceless gift one may ever have: | blog |
blog30102 | After the sound check, the tension got unbearable for many... For some reason unknown to me, people kept sucking pastilles which I found relatively funny since it seemed they were savoring them one after the other. Suddenly, everyone was complaining from an unbearable sore throat and everyone else was buying this blind excuse for the same reason; they all needed a miracle to disable the detonation we were very successful at. | blog |
blog30102 | There is this saying of a gay poet pseudonymed Alexander the Small down here in Ponderland that I admire. It can be translated something like: | blog |
blog30102 | The first day of school was disastrous. I woke up at 6 am to get ready and catch my first class at 9 am. Since getting to Bayside meant approximately 2 hours of public transport from where I lived (ie. torture), I was barely on time (but note that I am also a disaster when it comes to being on time) only to find out the classes were cancelled for the day. So it was 9:15 am in the morning, the first bus to where I lived was at 1 pm and I had 4 hours of blankness ahead of me. | blog |
blog30102 | The bower was even more beautiful than it actually seemed from afar. Covered by glass windows against the rain and humid wind outside, it was a delicate mixture of wood and flowers, cozy ornaments and a decorative heater shaped as a fireplace. There were even flickering flames in it yet my attention was turned to the raindrops gingerly tracing down the glass window next to me while I was listening to my dearest friend Rain Man. "...so I quit the job yesterday...", he went on, "And now I need to pack up which, I guess, will be easy. If others can do it in 2 days, so can I theoretically." | blog |
blog30102 | Why yes. That way, you can't take it too serious. | blog |
blog30102 | I can still vividly remember what he told me after I concluded my monologue with the why-I-can't-be-with-you part. He said: | blog |
blog30102 | "Actually..." he began a little hesitantly, "... I might as well tell you about this, sweetheart. There is this Transcendental Meditation center here in Ponderland that we have an invitation for this week's seminars to. Your dad seems interested but thinks you wouldn't feel aright about it for the minute. Would you like to come along? They start tonight." | blog |
blog30102 | My father's recovery astonished even the hospital staff. He was up and around, leaving the hospital just after 11 days (You might have seen by now that I rarely mentioned my dad up until now. Fingers crossed, the why of it will be revealed in details soon). | blog |
blog30102 | It was my father who woke me up for dinner and slashed me for ending up in bed all wet. Ignoring his comments, I got up to realize that the mysterious cramps had subsided. | blog |
blog30102 | Finishing packing up, I carried my cases and backpack to the car and was ready to leave... not ready to face Gambit pushing the breaks of his car in front of me and, the engine still on, staring at me from the open window of his driver's seat, "Leavin' huh?". | blog |
blog30102 | I sighed as I leaned my back against the cold wall, trembling a little as I did so. Bypassers were throwing casual glances at me and the snow that still didn't melt away due to the reigning cold was crunching beneath their feet occasionally as they strived to keep their balance. "It is in vain..." I mumbled into my mobile, "...why are you trying to open a book that's already out of date and of no validity?" | blog |
blog30102 | Enough said! Let your imagination linger and find the rest... | blog |
blog30102 | When we neared the end, Avarel said we were going to start working on Long Train Running by Doobie Brothers next time. We were passed out the lyrics of the song and he asked each and every one of us to obtain a tape and carry it along with us. They were going to record each song on our repertoire on our tapes individually so that we could practice the songs and our partitions at home. | blog |
blog30102 | Thus, if the patient falls prey to the scythe of an anthropomorphic death, the only thing left for those who are left behind is accepting the absence of their loved once and not their passing away... Since their death has already been accepted if not awaited with a covered sadness. | blog |
blog30102 | When I went back to high school after only 2 weeks of my mom's death, I was saddened even more. The thing was I could not stand the silence in the house, could not stand the piercing serenity of being alone this time. Hence, I ran away from that apartment where each corner was ready to shove a tearful memory in my throat. Even worse, I was feeling as if some door back in my mind was shut thus hiding all those merry, delightful moments mother and I had spent together and on this side of the door where I was, flashed only the timespan during which cancer was an issue - All those emotionality we had been through up until her ICU week were as vivid as possible to my dismay. | blog |
blog30102 | The houses that are being moved out represent loneliness to me even this day. They protect you from the outside world for years and as you leave them behind, the empty walls seem emptier, the voices echoing among them enhancing their farewell. Somehow, a song always accompanied me during such stages of my life. As we were moving out of the house where my childhood had passed it was "If You Were With Me Know" by Kylie Minogue and Keith Washington. This time it was "I'll Remember" by Madonna: | blog |
blog30102 | "...will you?" I blinked my eyes open to see Mrs. Rose smiling at me right next to my table. The sun hid itself behind a cloud yet the rays were streaking from the clouds, causing intricate patterns all around the sheltered garden as the shadows of the leaves fell upon it. "Excuse me" I said with an embarrassed smile, "Were you saying something?" | blog |
blog30102 | Allright so I had never broke up with anyone. Sue me... what was I going to say? | blog |
blog30102 | "....fake! I'm your dad! I'm on your side! Don't try to take this out on me!" | blog |
blog30102 | One evening, I came back from school only to find out that the house was a bit... more crowded than usual. One of my mother's childhood friends (who had gone to chemotherapy with her that day) opened the door but oddly left it ajar and wanted me buy some aspirin for her. I wanted to leave my books and sports bag but she just took them for me and hurried me up. | blog |
blog30102 | "Very." was the answer, "Through last winter, we formed a tangle. You know, Predator and I as childhood friends, Ben and I as lovers, Predator and Ben as buddies which developed into a team that are glued to each other. The thing is, as we got closer, I realized that I am helplessly drawn to Pre instead of Ben. We have never been this close and boy, Aura, we just make so much sense together it was inevitable!" | blog |
blog30102 | And he went on describing how amazing those days of acting for him. As we entered the apartment, he was still musing about those days while I, on the other hand, was suffering from cluttering teeth and quite assured (once again) that I inherited the musing and chattering genes from him. After all, I managed to add 7 paragraphs that say nothing in particular to my Memoir, didn't I? | blog |
blog30102 | "Uhm... hi Aura... I got a missed call from someone and I thought it was you so... I.." Sure and I was Marilyn Monroe in my recent past life. "I don't know what made you think out of the blue that it was me, Miles but negative. It wasn't me." | blog |
blog30102 | Lately, I have been unnecessarily burdening myself by looking at the numbers Rain Man has provided for me and kept going over the possibilities in my head a thousand times on a daily basis ever since that paper entered my wallet. I realized that it has nothing to do with my being ready for one thing or another. It is simply that I am scared to death and even the thought of it sickens me, hammers my head, makes me feel like scream and cry if not whine. 5 years ago, when I took a step towards my real self, I pictured a future for me that somehow got stuck somewhere and went out of my hands. Initially, the soap operatic theme of the script at my hands was enjoyable - 2404 episodes later the leading lady has not reached her goal still even though she has overcome a flood that sweeped her hometown off the map, escaped 3 major earthquakes, risen from her ashes after 14 heartbreaks, gone through 2 marriages alongside uncountable affairs, witnessed good overcoming evil approximately a hundred thousand times, built a business empire from scratch, lost that empire to her nemesis yet Fate has taken her revenge by giving the nemesis 3 children with down syndrome etc. | blog |
blog30102 | "I'm alright, Miles. You?" Could that guy passing me by really have those Elizabeth Taylor eyes or were they contacts? | blog |
blog30102 | .... As far as tradition goes, I need to turn a lingerie model. Honestly, I dreamed of becoming a model at some point of my life but 27 is a sour age in a sector where 17-years-olds pop up every other minute to beat each fine line you are destined to have botoxed in a few years. | blog |
blog30102 | However could you take a wild guess as to the volcano erupting inside me?! I was dying to learn all about this wench who cast her hands on my... | blog |
blog30102 | ~... imagined that my dad would ask me "Are you irritated by my presence?" and I would backstab him with an affirmative icepick that formed itself via a bitter "I am"? | blog |
blog30102 | 40 days and 40 nights of celebrating success with friends came to an end when the Pre-registration period arrived. I was not dying to stay, anyway, thus, I started packing up and having said goodbye to everyone, returned to Ponderland. This time, my Grandmother moved in with us to help with our daily lives and taking care of the house which we were going to practically use as a hotel we didn't need to pay for from then on. Although she had been dying to be with us after my mother's passing away, we disregarded this idea simply because we needed some time to adapt and adjust to a wife and mother's absence. | blog |
blog30102 | "Some things change, it seems. You are never early." | blog |
blog30102 | Shaking my head slightly, I rubbed my eyes and got up, "Hello to you, too dad." It was then I realized that he had some business company "Oh sorry.. I didn't mean to disturb you." | blog |
blog30102 | A dire impulse blurring her perception, the trail of her thoughts, her very existence... The desire to throw the plate against the wall and shatter it into hundreds of pieces... maybe breaking an object might break the solid, hidden itch.. | blog |
blog30102 | As I turned 17, the raindrops of sorrow were causing a storm around my soul. Yet, on the outside, I possessed an extraordinary calmness which even surprised me. I felt like a marionette in the hands of a very mature puppet master. This was the first time I discovered that I could perfectly keep my calm during emergency situations. I let the puppet master lead me out of it... and he never fail(ed) me. | blog |
blog30102 | Excused from school, I started packing us up. My daily schedule those days was, getting up early in the morning, packing up until noon, leaving the house for hospital, taking my turn next to my mother while my dad went to work, staying with her until afternoon when my dad returned, returning back home, keep packing up until I was literally exhausted and fell asleep at some corner of the emptying house. | blog |
blog30102 | we have been going through? Astronomically (and Astrologically, in return), up until April 30th, Mercury will be going backwards from our point of view on Earth. Nowadays, I don't check my Inbox but Bulk instead. That is how I was informed about this period thanks to that erratic moment when I created an account at | blog |
blog30102 | You see in the universe of the eternal now, all is actually one. Although they have yet chosen to be apart. Still, within every concept of time you have created, your "oneness" has been eternally reminded. No single being escaped the inevitable... and no matter "what" or "where" in this existence they be, | blog |
blog30102 | I chuckled, "Oh sure.. War is the keyword, I see.". My father is a unique creation of weird genes interacted 64 years ago and somehow managed to form a healthy male on the outside but couldn't effort to sensify the inside. He adores war movies where blood washes the streets, people strangle, torture, machine gun each other with transfixed faces out of violence but claims he cannot stand the gore of horror movies.... but all of these don't change the fact that he knows me quite well to rip me off the after effects of a dream with a reality so appealing. | blog |
blog30102 | HS II: Oo you f***d the title, too, idiot. *evil chuckle* | blog |
blog30102 | of the unearthly fake Britney Spears and have it circle my hours on a mental level as it kept replaying in a peripheral corner of my psyche? It is highly likely that | blog |
blog30102 | Initially, I used to love winter simply because people don't pay too much attention to each other when all they have on their minds is reaching somewhere/anywhere hot. They pass you by without a second look and when you are a gender dysphoric child who is trying to disguise his extreme androgeny in public the way I did, the semi-darkness, the rainfall or snowflakes that cause everyone to mind their own business is a priceless gift. | blog |
blog30102 | "Let me know if you like anything else, then." She turned away and was climbing the steps leading into the cafe when I raised my voice which caused her to halt, "You know I may need something, though." Mrs. Rose turned around with her eyebrows raised and that compassionate smile dominating her sincere face, "That Brownie cake with chocolate sauce of yours. That might be just what I need." | blog |
blog30102 | Later, while I was getting ready to head out, I realized that this mood swing was going to linger until it faded away naturally. I could not disregard it, nor could I fight against it. Still, I instinctively knew what I need... I definitely need to make love (not give birth to a baby nor lament for my disabilty of it as many would err to think. I've passed beyond these "consciously", at least)... and the vacuum of love alongside someone to love me in the process is not making things any better but I will cope with it. | blog |
blog30102 | As long as the door of my Cocoon is slam shut against his unendurable, glottal dissonance occurring through the delta sleep, I don't mind my uncle's sadistic stertor symphony that adorn our nights (and most of our mornings). A consequence of chain-smoking for more than 30 years, his intestines must have already lost the plot yet I wonder how the hell they haven't pulled a strike together by far and decided to suffocate him to end both their misery and save our stratosphere! No matter how familiar I may be with this torture, there are moments when I cannot stand it. | blog |
blog30102 | alongside thousands of unknown perfect creations of the cold climate lurking on the streets of the globe. It wouldn't be a gross understatement if I said my heart belongs to Nordic, thank you. There is something about the descendants of Vikings. | blog |
blog30102 | Down around the corner half a mile from here "... There were cameras rolling as I tuned myself into the mood, danced the song away and questioned "without love where would you be now"? Spotlights weaved an iridal around me, the reciprocal energy I shared with the audience filled me with a form of satisfaction I had never experienced before... it simply gained momentum until I could suppress it no more and reached a hand out towards the crowd to ask them "where would you be now?" one last time.... | blog |
blog30102 | Last night, I tucked my pillow between the cold wall and my aching back, curled under covers and with one hand in a package of roasted pistachio nuts, was lost among the lines of Amin Maalouf's "Le Periple De Baldassare" when my hands touched a slight bump on the back cover of the book. Dad and I get books from a bouquiniste (ie a wholesale second-hand bookseller) nearby where you rent a second-hand book for relatively a small fee and to tell you the truth, I somehow feel guilty every time I do so. Still, it is not my fault that the books in Ponderland are above average expensive and that in this financial state we are in, I cannot spend that much money on the things I want to read... that and reading is an important part of my life currently. Anyway, I feel guilty because I am well aware of the time, dedication and effort the author put into it so yes I'm sabotaging their sale... I will pay back by the truth that if I turn a professional one day the same can happen to my work, too. | blog |
blog30102 | "I'm fine, dad." she said with a touch of anger giving the softness of her voice an edge. "I'm an adept of entertaining myself. I will...", her gaze scanned the dirty, gloomy, dark green curtains, "...sing.... or... read..." It was then a tear escaped and found its way. It was a healthy tear, this time... a tear needed... | blog |
blog30102 | Anyway. There we were, so happy that the summer was finally over and that we had to bury our teenaged noses back into books we did not care about, we decided to celebrate it big time. All through the day we shopped, bought food and ingredients, spirits and junk food before we got back to the neighborhood and started cooking up while the guys scattered to return in the afternoon for the grill they were responsible for. I was among the cooks, preparing potato puree with milk and my special fried eggplants coated with tomato sauce reciped by my Grandmother. | blog |
blog30102 | It was then I realized that unless I left my life for a while, I could never properly get it over with this temporary eeriness around me. Wherever I went, people were going to kill me slowly with their clumsiness towards afterdeath thus enhancing my deprivation. All of a sudden, I started seeing walls rushing forth and trying to entrap me.. the place seemed smaller than ever... it was now a cell... a prison... faces were coming closer murmuring, "She is dead!"... faces with eyes wide open ... "She's dead!" .... the voices echoed among creaky walls approaching... "So sorry.... so sorry.... so sorry.... sorry.....sorry....." | blog |
blog30102 | How can one keep on going down the hill without a single uplift, is a good question. I wonder it myself, too. So far, I have survived the blows no matter how weary I may be. | blog |
blog30102 | However casual it seemed, I knew that for Gambit and I it was not casual at all. There his head on my leg, surrounded by the symphony of the crashing waves on the beach, I started singing "Unchained Melody", one of the gang's favorite themes. I could feel the words shaped themselves into an unrevealed meaning and the taste of this cannot be matched by any other. | blog |
blog30102 | What about a verbal streptease? Being conceptually nude! Words naked press harder than bare bodies. | blog |
blog30102 | When the phone rang, tears had been flowing for heaven knows how long. "Hello?" I answered shakily. | blog |
blog30102 | Then again after an hour and a half, I found my chin on my drawn knees, my arms hugging myself and tears running down my cheeks, "Oh honey. Gimme a hug! Damn! I wish I never told you that." | blog |
blog30102 | "I'm screwed.. I'm..." | blog |
blog30102 | "Second what's this fake ID thing about? What do you think I am? Mafia or something?!" | blog |
blog30102 | "How do you feel?", he asked. | blog |
blog30102 | Don't!! | blog |
blog30102 | *Guy likes the girl. Girl is neutral towards the guy. | blog |
blog30102 | In the afternoon, my dad would drive over from work, we would eat dinner together and then set out for our house. This lasted for almost 9 months. Many things can be said about this period of my life but monotony covering the hard work and constant study would be the best summary. | blog |
blog30102 | No eyebrow to rise left, Goddess raised a curious hand and finally asked, "What? What?" | blog |
blog30102 | How would I know where X is?! That )%+&'&!^+ bastard! | blog |
blog30102 | She felt an easiness tracing up her spine and the back of her neck where the fine hairs disappeared into her dark brown locks. The chemicals were finally pushing the enemy away... the predator tried his best shot as his voice weakened: | blog |
blog30102 | [Idiot !!! *compulsory coffee break*] | blog |
blog30102 | "I'm not patronizing you! I'm just showing you that this is something natural. You are disappointed alright. You were expecting this voiceover thing to be an exit out of this place but there'll be other opportunities. There'll be so many opportunities when the time comes that you'll turn back and laugh at these days." | blog |
blog30102 | The beatings ended abruptly one day when my mother, extremely guilty seeming, told me that she was so sorry for all that she had done. There it was, a 33 years old woman, apologizing from a 4 years old kid. This must have been the first instant in my life when I realized that I had to grow up quite quicker than I should. Although the physical violence in my childhood ceased, I remember giving a few extremely intelligent replies to my mother referring to the pain she had caused me occasionally, hence, nailing her to her place. | blog |
blog30102 | A deep breath was heard in the room as Night raised Her dark curtain. Her embroidery - the twinkling stars lit the windy, winter sky faintly. The shadows fell upon the closed, flickering eyelids of the girl who was holding a pillow in her lap as she sat cross-legged on the worn mattress. The memories waved in, the incense burned away and her mantra took her further down while a car passing by blew a horn outside. | blog |
blog30102 | Aura's prep year at Bayside University is over. She attends the Music Club and joins Rock Choir, one of the three polyphonic ensembles the Club offers to its members. After the Choir's annual show at the end of the Spring Semester, the Musical Director Avarel discloses his plans about forming a professional group that will be somewhat the more crowded version of Manhattan Transfer. In the meantime, one of Aura's closest friends, Goddess calls and tells her she needs her desperately. | blog |
blog30102 | There are times when I sit down, close my eyes and wonder if this is truly what it is meant to be for me. When you live your life in a chaotic environment, you realize the importance of the concept "home" in your daily lives. Whatever negativity you may encounter in your daily lives, even the after effects of the trashiest occasions do slip away from your soul if you have a place of your own that you can lock against the turbulents of life and shelter yourself in its silence. | blog |
blog30102 | While I was packing up to get back to Ponderland and Uni, to say that I was feeling even wearier than I had first arrived at the summer house would not be an understatement. Friendships | blog |
blog30102 | As I was ready to start Primary School, my parents were ready to take the next big step in their lives. They were investing in the ready-to-wear sector, rent a building, turned it into a workshop, bought various sewing machines and started the business at a time when textile held great opportunities in Ponderland. However, this meant yet another maturity level for me since this time I was faced with the matter of taking care of myself. At 7, I was used to phone calls and notes from my parents like "milk & cake in the fridge, heat the blabla for dinner, homework to be done before we arrive...". I did them all perfectly... | blog |
blog30102 | Wait! Where're we going? I thought Gambit was living only half an hour away. | blog |
blog30102 | now ?" The tears dangled on her long, dark eyelashes yet did not fall. She was not permitting them to flow. The inner pressure of suppressing was breaking her apart but she did not give in... | blog |
blog30102 | It still sounds unbelievable to me after all those years of dating heterosexual guys. They still can surprise me with their nonsense. Let me tell you what is behind this straight nonsense, too: | blog |
blog30102 | Once outside, I could not postpone the inevitable any longer so I got dressed and went down. It seemed like the entire gang was there waiting up on me while they chatted the morning away with my Grandmother (why is it that every time you need your privacy on purpose, things get out of hands off purpose?). I thanked Gambit for the cereal which had already turned into a bowl of [insert disgusting, slimy material here] and disconnecting myself from my surroundings, munched it absently. | blog |
blog30102 | Such questions steal thousands of seconds from life. Like calling someone, your name and number flashing on their mobiles' screen then going, "Hi this is Aura" or opening the door of your house with your key, hands filled with grocery luggage, trying to hold balance as your housemate calls out, "Is that you?". No further sarcasm is necessary but the one that went to Gambit, "Not really. Daily packing exercise. Burns 320 calories." | blog |
blog30102 | "Try sex." he snickered, "Burns temperament." followed by a "Have a nice ride back." than drove off. | blog |