Stories From The Airplane

Once, I was taking the plane back to KL and it was swine flu season! Lo and behold, there was a masked stranger sitting across the aisle. His name was Arthur, or Alvin, or neither. Anyway we started playing tic-tac-toe on the motion sickness bag (I love writing things on it) and then my migraine got worse so I had to stop.

Well I guess I think strangers are cool. The stranger, the better :)

I'm bracing myself for the three-hour brain workout for my English paper tomorrow. And I wonder if I'd go crazy if I took my Lit paper on the same day - that would mean 5 hours worth of essay writing! Wouldn't that be a killer! I'd probably die of word haemorrhage. But I guess doing the maths paper would equate to something like calculus overload too....... either way, I'm doomed.

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Hello I am here because I allowed myself to - after a what I think was a 2 hour session with the dynamics of sound and harmonics. Anyway Mabel blogged about Pushing Daisies so I will continue to elaborate on my joy over that show here to prevent further spam in her cbox.

And I know my previous ten posts (or more) have been all gloom and doom but hey now I'm talking about this amazing show to make it a bit more cheerful!

I love it when Emerson says "Oh, hell no!" muarghahaha. That show is so good. And I reallyreally want to eat the pies they bake in The Pie Hole, minus the antidepressants of course. And Chuck's pretty dresses. And omg, the really cute raincoats Olive gave when they were investigate the Lighthouse episode!

I love love love Pushing Daisies. !!!! yay, tip top happy.

And the premiere of House aired on Monday (two hour episode!) but I have yet to watch that :(

Last week I watched Season 2 of Chuck - and btw, may I say that 3D episode was awesome even though I didn't have 3D glasses. But then the last disc didn't have the last 3 episodes so I couldn't finish it :(

And I wonder how I'm going to do my trial papers next week. I'm sure my knowledge from over-watching tv is going to help. Go me.

Bet

If jealousy was a color, what would it be?

If time is stealthily robbing infinity day by day, scaling the clocks in your dreams and your watches, then memory remains my cursed companion. And that is also why I don't wear watches anymore. I have nothing to offer but eternity, so come bid my time in exchange for exasperation and plea for hope, golden sweet fulfilling hope

Hope that in time will transform into something magical, or a miracle, that tempts everyone beside me except me; hope that in time everything is less convoluted, hope that in time the line between truth and what - lies? - blur into one puddle, one big happy puddle where little kids jump in and make a huge splash! and evaporate into our universe, so that there will be no distraction where they burn in the stars, in Sirius or Bellatrix.

So place your bets in time or in hope, and hope, really, really hope

RT

Actually if it was possible I would RT this whole post

Walking

are you walking to reach or are you walking

away

Daydream list

Daydream list, originally uploaded by katie daisy lombardo.

When I was 13 and we were renovating our apartment I wanted checkered marbles tiles for my room like the giant Harry Potter chessboard in The Philosopher's Stone but I didn't get it :(

So I don't know why this is pertinent to anything in my life but I wished I had cool chess-like tiles

Standing Next To You

I had a really sad dream:

i was clutching your arm but you said i have already walked away from this life and i started to cry so i ran away from you in a subway station in hong kong but you said the only way to reverse this and come back was to be careful

in my dream, you said the only way not to get hurt was to be careful

somwhere i have never travelled

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

oodles toodles

Loss

So it was like this

lundi mardi mecredi jeudi vendredi and then samedi

and I can't remember anything that happened from Monday because it was just erased from my head like that

so a chunk of that was gone. Then I woke up with a sore arm trying to remember a lot things but then something else probably got in the way while I was trying to figure it out and then yesterday, according to my mother, I came home angry

for some reason that I cannot remember either

but today while it's still fresh in my head I did a lot of maths and the things in between got sucked out and then I realize I really am failing English which means I'm probably failing Lit too because "Lit students are the best English students" - so I think I can still make that connection. But hey

I was drinking miso soup twenty minutes ago and these figures keep appearing

484848484848 48 48 48 48 48 forty-eight

and then I realize I haven't actually done any of those poems that I was meant to analyze but hey

48484848484 48 48 48 48 48 48 48

I'm sorry that I am actually completely incompetent in everything I do save for these memory losses and the itchy reminder that I am incapable of all these things

A Guide To Sadness: Part 1

As per title suggests.


Prologue

When sadness extends its hands to you and you don't know what to do, let it touch you. Let sadness invade the immeasurable depths of your soul, let it ignite like a fire spreading through your veins. Let overflowing sadness wander in you, sleep dreamily in your tears, your fears, and your secrets. Embrace sadness like it is your lover and your beloved, but also let it torture you with misery and melancholy, so you can understand the true meaning of sadness. If sadness leaves you, and you are no longer sad, then you are happy. But if sadness decides to stay, let it comfort you with its sadness, let it make you sad with its thousand shades of sadness. Overwhelm yourself with sadness -- it will bring you euphoria but not joy, it will relieve you from pain it won't leave you. Don't try to love sadness because it does not know how to, but accept sadness like a familiar stranger, so you know what sadness really means to you.

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