Behind the Reader's Eyes: Sandy's Own Space

Tuesday, July 17

hehehehehehe

Your Relationship Will Last... A Long Time!

Your guy is ideal, as close to Mr. Perfect as he could be
If you took this quiz, you may be doubting that...
Don't! No guy is perfect but yours comes really close
You guys will last for many years, as long as you appreciate him!

Thursday, June 28

THE READING ROOM

I AM NOW A SHOP OWNER.


HEEHEEHEE....


THE READING ROOM
Shop #39, CUBAO EXPO
(formerly The Marikina Shoe Expo)
Araneta Center, Cubao, QC.
(store hours: Tuesdays to Sundays, 1pm to 10pm)


IT'S A WONDERFUL FEELING, IT IS.

Tuesday, May 15

BAGS ON MY MIND!

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CHECK THEM OUT!!!

Tuesday, February 27

YES!!! IN YOUR FACE YESSSS!!!

(I just HAD to reprint this article, found in the ff. link:

http://globalnation.inquirer.net/news/news/view_article.php?article_id=51762

because it was just so head-on-the-nail-on-the-coffin RIGHT!)



Statue of urinating man in g-string causes uproar

By Vincent Cabreza
Northern Luzon Bureau

BAGUIO CITY, Philippines-- A web log video featuring a statue of a urinating man in g-string, which has been on display at a Baguio restaurant for years, has not amused United States-based Igorots.

They have been sending outraged messages to Philippine officials, friends and families after discovering the video on the web.

The restaurant on Upper Session Road here has been attracting tourists because of its collection of statues of Igorot men and women.

Tourists are familiar with the restaurant because of its life-sized statues of former president Corazon Aquino and the late Jaime Cardinal Sin.

But the statues that have driven foreign-based Igorots to protest cannot be seen from the roadside.

The video clips on the Internet show a statue of a man in g-string who is apparently urinating on a wall.

A signboard with the phrase "Bawal umihi dito (Urinating here is prohibited)" is posted on the wall.

Restaurant employees declined to comment, saying they were unaware that their décor had drawn this much flak.

An e-mail was sent to Commissioner Eugenio Insigne of the National Commission on Indigenous Peoples on February 22.

"Rather than passing inconsequential ordinances like forcing businesses to have English signs, it is things like this that the Baguio City council should be looking into," said the letter writer, Bill Billig.

"My God, this restaurant is in Baguio which used to be the domain of the Ibalois and which still has a very significant number of Igorot residents, and the owners of this restaurant are apparently getting away with this?"

He added: "Are we going to allow this restaurant to piss at us in our own backyard? Maybe we should all go to that restaurant and collectively pee at its doorstep in protest."

Some foreign-based Igorots acknowledged that the statues were indeed a joke.

"If you wish to demolish stereotypes, you should not just be too eager to demolish false or unfair ascriptions; you must also have the balls to accept the truth, even if it puts you, your family, your clan, your community, or your nation in a bad light," went one article posted on the Sandati weblog.

"I am not a sculptor, but if I say I get lucky and get to finish a book that partly details bad things that Igorots do, would you kill me?"

"Get a grip of (yourselves). Take off your rose-colored glasses. You don't like anyone pissing you off by pissing on walls? Teach them (every one of them, not just Igorots or Filipinos) not to. How do you teach them? Put up statues just like this everywhere."

Tuesday, January 16

it ain't easy....

operating a restaurant can make you go a little bit nuts in a very short while, ESPECIALLY if your previous experience in the industry amounts to, well, nuthin'.


i'm havin' loads of fun, anyhow!!!



insane, i say......

Tuesday, January 2

2007: wishes

a friend's text (tell me please your wishes for 2007; it's for a project) led me to far-flung musings regarding what i really want for the coming year:

- i want to get back to the way i physically was when i turned 18: lean, fit, healthy

- i want to watch the savings account balloon to equally healthy proportions

- i want my new baby, "Cheers Visayas Restaurant", to make it financially, for at least the first 3 months of the year - if i do this i will feel supremely pleased

- i want to get my World of Warcraft elven druid Melaikka to level 70

- i want my mother-in-"live-in"-law to start living with us..

that's it.

i have everything else. i have my wonderful Gambit, i have my ever-interesting & absolutely adorable family, i have my gorgeous self, i have my "work", i have my books, and i have my friends.

wish me luck!

the following was just too much of delicious knowledge/info to not share with you. not everyone's a compulsive yahoo-news checker as i am, so when i saw this, i knew i just had to "lift" it to here. anyway, the here's the link of where i got it from, so don't say i didn't acknowledge the origins:


from: http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/20061229/sc_space/fullmoonnamesfor2007


Full Moon names date back to Native Americans, of what is now the northern and eastern United States. Those tribes of a few hundred years ago kept track of the seasons by giving distinctive names to each recurring full Moon. Their names were applied to the entire month in which each occurred.

There were some variations in the Moon names, but in general the same ones were current throughout the Algonquin tribes from New England on west to Lake Superior. European settlers followed their own customs and created some of their own names. Since the lunar ("synodic") month is roughly 29.5 days in length on average, the dates of the full Moon shift from year to year.

Here is a listing of all the full Moon names, as well as the dates and times for 2007. Unless otherwise noted, all times are for the Eastern Time Zone.

Jan. 3, 8:57 a.m. EST - The Full Wolf Moon. Amid the zero cold and deep snows of midwinter, the wolf packs howled hungrily outside Indian villages. It was also known as the Old Moon or the "Moon After Yule." In some tribes this was the Full Snow Moon; most applied that name to the next Moon.

Feb. 2, 12:45 a.m. EST - The Full Snow Moon. Usually the heaviest snows fall in this month. Hunting becomes very difficult, and hence to some tribes this was the Full Hunger Moon.

March 3, 6:17 p.m. EST - The Full Worm Moon. In this month the ground softens and the earthworm casts reappear, inviting the return of the robins. The more northern tribes knew this as the Full Crow Moon, when the cawing of crows signals the end of winter, or the Full Crust Moon because the snow cover becomes crusted from thawing by day and freezing at night. The Full Sap Moon, marking the time of tapping maple trees, is another variation. A total lunar eclipse will take place on this night; the Moon will appear to rise will totally immersed (or nearly so) in the Earth's shadow over the eastern United States. The rising Moon will be emerging from the shadow over the central United States, while over the Western U.S. the eclipse will be all but over by the time the Moon rises.

April 2, 1:15 p.m. EDT - The Full Pink Moon. The grass pink or wild ground phlox is one of the earliest widespread flowers of the spring. Other names were the Full Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon, and -- among coastal tribes -- the Full Fish Moon, when the shad came upstream to spawn. This is also the Paschal Full Moon; the first full Moon of the spring season. The first Sunday following the Paschal Moon is Easter Sunday, which indeed will be observed six days later on Sunday, April 8.

May 2, 6:09 a.m. EDT - The Full Flower Moon. Flowers are abundant everywhere. It was also known as the Full Corn Planting Moon or the Milk Moon.

May 31, 9:04 p.m. EDT - The Blue Moon. The second full Moon occurring within a calendar month is usually bestowed this title.

Although the name suggests that to have two Full Moons in a single month is a rather rare occurrence (happening "just once in a . . . "), it actually occurs once about every three years on average.

June 30, 9:49 a.m. EDT - The Full Strawberry Moon. Known to every Algonquin tribe. Europeans called it the Rose Moon.

July 29, 8:48 p.m. EDT - The Full Buck Moon, when the new antlers of buck deer push out from their foreheads in coatings of velvety fur. It was also often called the Full Thunder Moon, thunderstorms being now most frequent. Sometimes also called the Full Hay Moon.

Aug. 28, 6:35 a.m. EDT - The Full Sturgeon Moon, when this large fish of the Great Lakes and other major bodies of water like Lake Champlain is most readily caught. A few tribes knew it as the Full Red Moon because the moon rises looking reddish through sultry haze, or the Green Corn Moon or Grain Moon. A total lunar eclipse will coincide with moonset for the eastern United States. The Central and Mountain Time Zones will see the Moon's emergence coincide with moonset, while the western United States will see the entire eclipse.

Sept. 26, 3:45 p.m. EDT - The Full Harvest Moon. Always the full Moon occurring nearest to the Autumnal Equinox. Corn, pumpkins, squash, beans, and wild rice-- the chief Indian staples--are now ready for gathering.

Oct. 26, 12:52 a.m. EDT - The Full Hunter's Moon. With the leaves falling and the deer fattened, it is time to hunt. Since the fields have been reaped, hunters can ride over the stubble, and can more easily see the fox, also other animals that have come out to glean and can be caught for a thanksgiving banquet after the harvest. The Moon will also be at perigee later this day, at 7:00 a.m., at a distance of 221,676 miles from Earth. Very high tides can be expected from the coincidence of perigee with full Moon.

Nov. 24, 9:30 a.m. EST - The Full Beaver Moon. Time to set beaver traps before the swamps freeze to ensure a supply of warm winter furs. Another interpretation suggests that the name Beaver Full Moon comes from the fact that the beavers are now active in their preparation for winter. Also called the Frosty Moon.

Dec. 23, 2:51 a.m. EST - The Full Cold Moon; among some tribes, the Full Long Nights Moon. In this month the winter cold fastens its grip, and the nights are at their longest and darkest. Also sometimes called the "Moon before Yule" (Yule is Christmas, and this time the Moon is only just before it). The term Long Night Moon is a doubly appropriate name because the midwinter night is indeed long and the Moon is above the horizon a long time. The midwinter full Moon takes a high trajectory across the sky because it is opposite to the low Sun.

Joe Rao serves as an instructor and guest lecturer at New York's Hayden Planetarium. He writes about astronomy for The New York Times and other publications, and he is also an on-camera meteorologist for News 12 Westchester, New York.

Thursday, December 28

i was told a few days ago
that i walked as if
i could care less if a truck chose at that moment
to plow into me
and render me lifeless.

well,
it's true.

at any moment, if i were to die now
it wouldn't matter.

i would have lived my life with passion,
a little bit of integrity, and a whole lot of self-respect.

if i were to die
right now
it would be okay.




it doesn't mean i welcome it.
far from it, i think.

i look forward to tomorrow,
because i have so much love still to give
and i know there is so much love still to gain.

there are body scrubs, the sunrise, butterscotch fudge,
the Neil Gaiman short story collection my husband gifted me with this Christmas,
the sound of my nephew Phoenix's laughter,
my mother's latest orchid blooming, my father's latest (ancient) joke to grumble over,
and a foot spa or two more to look forward to.

so i'll keep on walking,
without a care in the world,
but walking on nevertheless.

cents & sensibility for 2007!

i HAD to "lift" this from the inquirer.net's business page - it just makes sooooo much sense! i hope i don't get into trouble by copying it here, but the whole article can be found at
http://business.inquirer.net/money/personalfinance/view_article.php?article_id=40345



NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO IGNORE


INQUIRER.net
Last updated 08:52am (Mla time) 12/27/2006

experts’ tips on what you can do (with your money) in 2007:

1. Watch closely where your money goes. Often, people complain, “I don’t have any more money. I don’t know where it went.” A close scrutiny would show that aside from necessities, their cash went to eating out, shopping during the last sale, parking fees for weekly trips to the mall, movie tickets, and a new gadget. It’s not bad to treat yourself once in a while, but keep a close tab on where your money is going. Then be honest and see if you’re overspending on things that are not really necessary.

2. Decide where your money will go. What is it that you want to save up for? A new car, tuition for the kids, a trip to Boracay? Once you have set your goals, decide where your money will go by making a financial plan. (Click here for story on How to make a financial plan )

3. Make a spending plan. Allocate your earnings wisely by making a written budget every month. Experts say pay yourself first — meaning, set aside some amount for savings first before you settle bills and spend money. A good starting point would be 10 percent, but do make it bigger as your income improves. Then set a ceiling for your regular expenses and live within your means.

4. Start an emergency fund. Use your savings for an emergency fund that you can use for unplanned but necessary expenses. Make it your goal to have at least six months’ worth of salary in your emergency fund. This will tide you over if you lose your job or meet any emergency.

5. Be serious about investing. Those savings that you have put aside can earn more when placed in the proper investment vehicle. Leave some in a savings or checking account, but put the bulk in higher-yielding time deposits, mutual funds, unit investment trust funds, stocks or bonds, depending on your appetite for risk. It’s not difficult to understand how these investments work. Read personal finance books or articles or talk to your bank manager or financial adviser.

6. Manage your debt. Don’t go into debt that you cannot pay. Charge to your credit card only what you can pay comfortably. And before getting a car loan or housing loan, compute if your budget can allow you to pay these additional amortizations over a number of years.

7. Protect your name. Your credit history is tied to your name, so do all you can to have a good record. Pay bills on time, file income tax returns promptly. Your good name will allow you access to more credit later on should you need it.

8. Look for ways to grow your income. If you can have a sideline on top of your fulltime job, then go for it. Or invest your money in a business. If the business succeeds, use the extra income for investment.

9. Have the essentials. These include life insurance if there are people who depend on you, and health insurance (including hospitalization, disability, accident). You also need to make a will and take out a memorial plan or buy a plot in a memorial park. Make it easy for your loved ones someday.

10. Share your blessings. Help other people in need so they can get back on their feet and be on the road to financial security themselves.

Not everyone is born rich, but everyone, with discipline and foresight, can retire comfortably.

Monday, December 11

and where is Manny Pacquiao in all of this? THE SAD SAD STATE OF OTHER FILIPINO BOXERS ABROAD....

3 Filipino boxers share same pair of shorts, shirt

TAKEN FROM THE Philippine Daily Inquirer
( www.inq7.net )
Last updated 03:13am (Mla time) 12/11/2006

Published on page A1 of the December 11, 2006 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer

DOHA, QATAR -- Believe it or not: Three Filipino boxers had to share the same shirt and shorts in the 15th Asian Games.

Flyweight Violito Payla, featherweight Anthony Marcial and light welterweight Delfin Boholst were forced to wear the same fighting gear, leaving Philippine boxing coach Patricio Gaspi red-faced.

Gaspi said there were “some communication problems” between Philippine amateur boxing officials and those of the Philippine Sports Commission.

“I don’t know what went wrong. Perhaps our boxing officials thought the contingent leader had enough playing (fighting) kits for the boxers,” he said.

“But when we got here, we found there were no kits for three or four boxers. This forced Payla, Marcial and Boholst to share one kit to fight. We had seven boxers in our team and now we have four left to compete.”

Manny Lopez, president of the Amateur Boxing Association of the Philippines, and William “Butch” Ramirez, chair of the Philippine Sports Commission, could not be reached for comment on the embarrassing situation.

Happier of three

Despite the mix-up, Payla was left the happier of the three boxers as Marcial and Boholst failed to reach the semifinals.

That meant the 27-year-old Payla, an Army enlisted man from Cagayan de Oro City, had the shirt and shorts all to himself on Sunday when he fought and defeated China’s Yang Bo to earn him a berth in the finals.

And it comes as a convenience for Payla who, after all, was the first pug to give the Philippines something to hope for in the boxing competitions here after completely dominating Jitender Kumer of India in an RSC-Os (referee stop contest-outscored) match to reach the medal round.

The PSC, which failed to get support from the private sector, had earmarked no more than P30 million for the 240 athletes it sent to do battle in Doha

Insiders said the PSC had been saddled with funding problems after the Philippine Charity Sweepstakes Office (PCSO) failed to remit its P11-million annual contributions to the PSC the past two years.

The PCSO, in turn, had run out of funds because it paid for the Philippine Health Insurance cards of indigents who were enrolled in the Philhealth program in 2004. The program, according to political opponents of President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, was used to support her presidential campaign that same year.

Boxing history

Whatever, Payla may just make history by becoming the first Filipino who has had to share the same shirt and shorts with two losing boxers and win an Asian Games gold for his country.

Marcial bombed out less than an hour after Payla had booked his place in the final eight, running smack into the experienced fists of Kazakhstan’s Galib Jafarov, a former world champion, who dealt the courageous Filipino a 27-12 beating.

Boholst lost his bout against South Korea’s Shin Myung-hoon.

Light Genebert Basadre, super light flyweight substitute Godfrey Castro and bantam Joan Tipon were the other Filipinos who have barged into medal fights -- although they didn’t have to share their fighting kits with anyone. Agence France-Presse

Sunday, December 10

i LOVE this one!


One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1) Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

2) Free your mind from worries - Most never happen

3) Live simply and appreciate what you have

4) Give more

5) Expect less


NOW .............


Enough of that crap . . The donkey later came back, and bit the farmer who had tried to bury him. The gash from the bite got infected and the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.

MORAL FROM TODAY'S LESSON:

When you do something wrong, and try to cover your ass, it always comes back to bite you.

Thursday, November 23

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

the following article is one that had me alternately shaking my head in utter disbelief and laughing out loud in the sheer ridiculousness (is there even such a word? but it's too apt not to use!) of the situation:

Millionaires Only at Shanghai Matchmaking Party


Agence France-Presse
Last updated 12:49pm (Mla time) 11/14/2006

SHANGHAI -- Shanghai, China's wealthiest and most dazzling city, plans to add to its reputation this weekend with a millionaire party aimed at hooking up rich men with beautiful women, state press said Tuesday.

Men wishing to participate must have assets worth at least two million yuan ($250,000), and women must be pretty and desirable, the China Daily quoted the event's organizer, Xu Tianli, as saying.

More than 20 men have signed up to take part in the event and half possess assets worth more than 200 million yuan ($25 million), according to Xu, owner of matchmaking website for the rich www.915915.com.cn.

"They have all come here in search of a serious relationship," Xu said.

A 34-year-old millionaire taking part in the event, who gave his surname as Sun, said he was hoping to find the woman of his dreams at the party, to be held on a cruise vessel on the Huangpu River.

"I often find pretty women on the street, but many of the women I meet in person are not the kind to win husbands," said Sun, a logistics business owner worth more than $500,000. "Appearance is most important to me."

Xu has so far selected 30 women out of 1,000 applicants to take part in the cruise.

"Only those who were attractive in every category can take part in this event," insisted Xu.

Some millionaire women will also join, but Xu said they were looking for men "richer and more successful than they are".

the dynamics of moving...

late in october the hubby & i moved to our 14th abode, and i admit it was necessary. in all ways it was an upgrade, and despite the hectic activity, the aching muscles, the expense in terms of both time & money, it was WORTH it.

our 3-storey home (the biggest we've ever lived in) has 3 bedrooms, each with its own bath, a computer area, a separate kitchen, a fourth bathroom, a separate sink in the dining room area (which we've designated as the hand-washing department, for the sake of giving it a reason to simply be), and to celebrate, i decided to splurge and buy a brand-new couch.

yes, the thrift-store junky has sold out.

i'm quite happy about it.

we're now in the process of sweating over which bed to finally spend our hard-earned money on, and yes, it's to be a brand-new/department-store-bought bed.

i suppose when i sell out it's all the way, hehehe...


i hope your days are fruitful and fulfilled.

be blessed, you all!

Wednesday, November 15



my niece Mikhaela

dances ballet, sings sweeter than an early-morning bird, and climbs made-up mountains of walls with screwed-in rocks


Michaela is the angel-child of my good friend Brenda, and for the difference of the "C" and a "K", i could most definitely say
(despite the age-gap of 6 or so plus years)
that both are equally gorgeous in every way.


But Michaela was born with `spina bifida', and it made her spine go all nuts, so that
her legs don't work
and the doctors had to open her up and with knives and other curiously cruel implements of healing
make other things a little bit better for her battered little baby body


i tried hard not to let tears fall when first i saw her
then realized i didn't have to cry
and i almost laughed out loud in the sheer joy of the relief of it
because i saw how and why
despite the misplaced set of knobby bones that pushed up out of the back of her itty-bitty little skull
(picture marbles right under a smooth ball of dough)
in all other accounts

Michaela is indeed a beautiful human being
a baby, yes, a baby still
who with a most indomitable will
lives, and sweetly smiles
and blesses us with the gorgeousness of today with her presence.

whether or not tomorrow comes with her still on this earth
i am grateful to have known her, and held her, and see her smile
because she showed me true beauty
and made me believe once again
how close God is,
when you take the time to look.


i read for other people.
in one turn of the page, the one with Michaela's name on it,
she read for me, this little angel-child,
Brenda's baby.




Sunday, November 5

my good and uber-talented friend Jennybug sent me this poem,
and it was too good to just keep to myself. enjoy, friends:


Poem: "How to Live" by Charles Harper Webb, from Amplified Dog. © Red Hen Press.


How to Live

by Charles Harper Webb



"I don't know how to live."
–Sharon Olds

Eat lots of steak and salmon and Thai curry and mu shu
pork and fresh green beans and baked potatoes
and fresh strawberries with vanilla ice cream.
Kick-box three days a week. Stay strong and lean.
Go fly-fishing every chance you get, with friends

who'll teach you secrets of the stream. Play guitar
in a rock band. Read Dostoyevsky, Whitman, Kafka,
Shakespeare, Twain. Collect Uncle Scrooge comics.
See Peckinpah's Straw Dogs, and everything Monty Python made.
Love freely. Treat ex-partners as kindly

as you can. Wish them as well as you're able.
Snorkel with moray eels and yellow tangs. Watch
spinner dolphins earn their name as your panga slam-
bams over glittering seas. Try not to lie; it sours
the soul. But being a patsy sours it too. If you cause

a car wreck, and aren't hurt, but someone is, apologize
silently. Learn from your mistake. Walk gratefully
away. Let your insurance handle it. Never drive drunk.
Don't be a drunk, or any kind of "aholic." It's bad
English, and bad news. Don't berate yourself. If you lose

a game or prize you've earned, remember the winners
history forgets. Remember them if you do win. Enjoy
success. Have kids if you want and can afford them,
but don't make them your reason-to-be. Spare them that
misery. Take them to the beach. Mail order sea

monkeys once in your life. Give someone the full-on
ass-kicking he (or she) has earned. Keep a box turtle
in good heath for twenty years. If you get sick, don't thrive
on suffering. There's nothing noble about pain. Die
if you need to, the best way you can. (You define best.)

Go to church if it helps you. Grow tomatoes to put store-
bought
in perspective. Listen to Elvis and Bach. Unless
you're tone deaf, own Perlman's "Meditation from Thais."
Don't look for hidden meanings in a cardinal's song.
Don't think TV characters talk to you; that's crazy.

Don't be too sane. Work hard. Loaf easily. Have good
friends, and be good to them. Be immoderate
in moderation. Spend little time anesthetized. Dive
the Great Barrier Reef. Don't touch the coral. Watch
for sea snakes. Smile for the camera. Don't say "Cheese."

Wednesday, October 25

hollywood haunts me...

has anyone every noticed how everyone in hollywood, as beautiful as they are, seem

sad
stretched
and

...

aged?

22-year olds have wrinkles!

blehhh...

Monday, October 16

let there be no hypocrisy

i am so tired. as this is not a journal-type blog, i'll leave my readers (if there are even any) uninformed as to the reasons behind the first statement, but suffice it to say there is a large truth in it.

on to my attack: today's (online) newspapers announce that the president "vows to 'stand up' vs. poverty, and asks the public to do the same".

let's see if the likes of those who attended the Philippine Tatler Ball, or the Kris Aquinos of this world will heed her cry.

they say politics and the social elite go hand in hand. maybe this time it's to the betterment of our nation.

is that sarcasm or cynicism i smell within the words of this post? yeah.... i think so....

temperance brennan would call it an anthropological inevitability, though.


i would agree with her, totally.

Monday, October 9

Always remember those who serve.

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins.

"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies..

You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.

what is wrong with this world?

1. People like Kris Aquino, Regine Velasquez, Gloria Macapagal Arroyo, Miriam Santiago, (gadzooks, all women!), Maurice Arcache (not much of a divergence, there...) and gazillions of others, with their out-there, exposed selves, continue to live their celebrity lives without seeming to give back to their less unfortunate sisters and brothers.

2. People still think that more money will make tomorrow better.

3. People still pray to God to make things better, and then blame Him when they don't.

4. People still forgive their partners when they are beat up, whether verbally or physically, thinking "It's my fault, I shouldn't have pushed the issue / brought it up / been so noisy etc...." or "He/she doesn't really mean it, he/she's tired, etc...."

5. People still throw away garbage or litter any which way, every which where, except in the proper place, which is the garbage can.

6. In a world where $1 can stave off starvation for 1 child in an impoverished country, thousands of dollars are impulsively and thoughtlessly thrown away by those with more in their bank accounts on things such as Swarovski-encrusted cellphone holders.

........ i'm going to update this everytime i remember something else... i do believe there lots more reasons out there that make this world so imbalanced, unloving, and un-fun as it's become now...

Supernatural !! !! !!

am hooked on a new series, called "Supernatural"... about 2 brothers who "hunt" evil haunts, spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, etcetera, and that's about it, really... but it's such a cool premise, and the why they started in the first place is interwoven into the story with the how of their particularly eerie career, so that it doesn't feel junked, or contrived, and the scary (of course!!!) moments that i watch peek-a-boo style from interlaced fingers covering my eyes save for the tiniest crack that renders the screen jaggedly small are scream-a-minute moments borne higher in the shriek-thrill factor by the really really cool & hair-raising (during the apropos moments, of course) soundtrack.

i looooove this show!!!

happy happy halloween, friends!

Thursday, September 28

milenyo'd

at least 20 dead (unless news have come out that i haven't seen online yet, considering i don't have tv right now, or even an AM radio), trees/branches/leaves/various debris littering the road, power blackout (or, in local lingo, brownout) all over the metro (except in the building the hubby works at - there's a giant generator capable of juicing up not just the top 3 floors where his office is housed, but this computer shop i'm at as well, and luck's a double-edged sword, because though i'm happy to be typing away and linked to some aspects of the world through internet, 1) they don't have World of Warcraft [waaaaahhhh!!!], and 2) it costs a staggering P70 an hour, but i don't care, if i were to stay at home for the next 12 hours and endure the brownout/blackout, i'd go nuts).

but i'm alive, the hubby's well, i got my VeryVanilla GloriaJean's extra-large beside me, and i'm typing away at this keyboard, so i suppose all is well.

i still wish this overpriced i-net cafe had World of Warcraft.

Wednesday, September 13

Cheating wife funny commercial

ahahahahahahahaha! so many times i tell myself never to jump to conclusions; this video is a great way to remember that lesson forevah!

Tuesday, September 12

on Rent-ing

I just watched the movie adaptation of Rent, the musical. A lot of people who’d seen it trashed it, saying it was a poorly made film, but I think they said so because they compared it to the musical itself. As a movie, though, I think it rocked. Majorly, absolutely rocked. It made me laugh, sing along, cry buckets, and heave teary sighs of absolute relief. It was a total film, and effective in its message, which isn’t the point of the film, in itself, but that made it even better, because it made me think, it made me react, and in the end, made me feel extremely glad I watched it. Thanks to all the people who had a hand in bringing it to the screen, because I loved it.

Tuesday, September 5

Steve Irwin crocodile hunter Dead (Rip)

waaaahhhh!!!

Thursday, July 20

...ghost...


a song of poignancy & sadness that never fails to ground me
Cyndi Lauper and La Vie En Rose


a beautiful song made more memorable by my favorite artist of all time
Courage

this is a song that depicts the truth behind the deadly disease called anorexia. watch it, and learn.

Sunday, July 2


i travel everyday, and Lord I am grateful, no matter that you may not be around to know it, that I was born into a day & age wherein I need not get up from my seat & out my home's door in order to see the world.

the internet has slowly but surely become my own world.

from it i learn of countries thousands of miles away from me, and how they fare, politically, socially, economically. the knowledge i glean is from the newspapers i read from cities in the United States, Saudi Arabia, United Kingdom, Australia, New Zealand, Spain, Sweden, Holland, Venice, Belgium, Japan = in English, too. I see what a home in Nome, Alaska, is like, inside & out. I get to know, on a daily basis, what a celebrity like Neil Gaiman is doing, and it sends a shiver up my spine that he himself told me, in his own words. He has no idea who i am, but that is not the point.

the point is, it is SHARED.

Lord, thank you, for giving me this time, this world, this opportunity.


Now, on to learning the intricacies of blogster. I'm a smart girl, but i still have to figure out how to add links to this *&^# page.

Friday, June 30

things i am thankful for:

1. my husband
2. the fact that my 5-year-old nephew Phoenix is okay (he had a bad bout of dengue, poor kid)
3. the rest of my family (a more crazy, individual & loveable bunch you couldn't find anywhere else!)
4. the internet
5. my sense of humor
6. the fact my "job" isn't a job, and i still love it, and i still grow from it (how could i NOT???)
7. free text-based online computer games (to wit: Legend Arena, Monsters Game, Zeus' Legacy, Crimson Moon etcetera... there are others out there... i'll get to them, i'm sure!)
8. role-playing games!!! though i haven't played in a long while, everytime i'm in Baguio, there's sure to be one (Clyde, Jenny, & myself notwithstanding)
9. my uber-unusual relationship with my own best female friend, Jen, who, despite the years that pass between conversations, always gets back to the point of togetherness, camaraderie, and unconditional loving between 2 of the most extreme people in this entire earth.
10. my kakikayan, and the fact my husband has the patience to withstand it!
11. thrift-store shopping!
12. garage sale stalking!
13. blogspot.com
14. the Brew Crew: Susan, Tony & Ed
15. my Sony Ericsson P900, without which my stress levels would have skyrocketed to a chaotic high. People, get a dutdut-baby for yourselves if your schedules are as hectic as mine! it'll change your lives!
16. my ever-growing (in quality & quantity) circle of friends
17. the fact i'm 36, gorgeous, and absolutely in a life that, if it ended right now, i still would say was worth it to the very end. needless to say, it ain't over yet!
18. my voracious need for knowledge, which at this point (because of the computer, internet connection bills, and growing collection of printed literature) has led me to near-penury, but do i mind that? natch, double-natch, and a dollop of chocolate-fudge topping over that, please!
19. my love for dragons, fairies, unicorns, anything of a mystical, mythological, or fantastic nature, which at this point, being 36 years of age, has not waned one little bit. it's very important to keep yourself grounded in (the ephemeral, oft-elusive world of) innocence.
20. my ever-growing bag collection
21. my ever-growing downloaded collection of music, movies, documentaries, short videos & books
(i'm a 21st century pirate, without doubt!)
22. my colorful past (gasp!), and the fact it gives me many giddy-giggled moments of reminiscing
23. the fact we can pay our bills on time
23. my desktop chimes, made of bamboo & thin light-metal pipes, that i got for P20 at a garage sale
(one of the more unusual ones i went to: it was on the rooftop of a 20+ floor condominium!)
24. my uber-colorful chandelier
25. my gift for making a house a pretty, warm & inviting home
26. my husband's patience for my kirtschy decorating whims

***. the fact i'll keep on adding to this as time passes!
wikipedia

you are my brain's saviour!

every 12 hours or so i log on to this site, and click the "random article" link, and wallah!!!, new knowledge!


don't you just LOVE the internet?


today, i learned this:


the Italian word "maiale", means pig.

it's also an Italian word for "manned torpedo".

DUHHHHH???? if there's a connection, i'm too blogged out to see it... maybe in my dreams, i'll get the gist.... but for now it totally escapes me!

Wednesday, June 28

heeeheeeeheee.... snort..... teeheehee...

How to drive people crazy

Courtesy of surfingisfun.com:
  • At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.
  • Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.
  • Everytime someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.
  • Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "in".
  • Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.
  • In the memo field of all your checks, write "for smuggling diamonds".
  • Finish all your sentences with "in accordance with the prophecy".
  • Dont use any punctuation
  • As often as possible, skip rather than walk.
  • Order diet water with a straight face whenever you go out to eat.
  • Specify that your drive-through order is "to go".
  • Sing along at the opera.
  • Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.
  • Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.
  • Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you are not in the mood.
  • Have your co-workers address you by your wrestling name, "Rock Bottom".
  • When the money comes out the ATM, scream: "I won! I won!"
  • When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling: "Run for your lives, they're loose!"
  • Tell your children over dinner. "Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go."
  • And the final way to keep a healthy level of insanity ... Forward this post to someone to make them smile. (It is called therapy.)

Tuesday, June 27





You Have Fantastic Karma







You are a kind, sensitive, and giving person.

And all your good deeds will pay off - if they haven't already.

But you're not so concerned with what you get in return anyway.

You have an innate caring nature - and nothing can change that!


Friday, June 23

You Have A Type B Personality

You're as laid back as they come...
Your baseline mood is calm and level headed
Creativity and philosophy tend to be your forte

Like a natural sedative, you have a soothing effect on people
Friends and family often turn to you first with their problems
You have the personality to be a spiritual or psychological guru

Thursday, June 22

whatever people's reasons are for blogging, all i know is that if it gives them the pleasure any human being deserves to have (with the express rule that no one must be hurt along the way), then they have the right to write / post as they will.

everything else is just mush.

Wednesday, June 21

You Are a Prophet Soul

You are a gentle soul, with good intentions toward everyone.
Selfless and kind, you have great faith in people, but are able to distance yourself enough to see the best path possible.
No matter what, you deal with everything in a calm and balanced way.

You are a good interpreter, very sensitive, intuitive, caring, and gentle.
Concerned about the world, you are good at predicting people's feelings and direction.
A seeker of wisdom, you are a life long learner looking for purpose and meaning.
You are a great thinker and communicator, and always capable of seeing all sides to any situation.

Souls you are most compatible with: Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul
You Are Blonde Highlights

Men see you as flexible and versatile - you fit in to every situation
You've got the inner glow of a blonde, the intensity of a redhead...
And the wisdom of a brunette.

ahahahahah... chuckle... snort.....

Your Aura is Blue

Your Personality: Your natural warmth and intuition nurtures those around you. You are accepting and always follow your heart.

You in Love: Relationships are your top priority, and this includes love. You are most happy when you are serious with someone.

Your Career: You need to help others in your job to feel satistifed. You would be a great nurse, psychologist, or counselor.

ain't i the luckiest???

He is a Man

You have yourself a perfect gentleman and a total keeper
Your guy almost always acts appropriately
He's probably even very upstanding when you're not around
There's no boy left in your boyfriend - he's all man!

Tuesday, June 20

You Are Internal - Realist - Empowered

You feel your life is controlled internally.
If you want something, you make it happen.
You don't wait around for things to go your way.
You value your independence and don't like others to have control.

You are a realist when it comes to luck.
You don't attribute everything to luck, but you do know some things are random.
You don't beat yourself up when bad things happen to you...
But you do your best to try to make your own luck.

You have a large amount of power, but you also know the pecking order.
You realize that working the system does get you further.
You know who to defer to and who to control.
When it comes to the game of life, you play things flawlessly.
You Should Get a PhD in Liberal Arts (like political science, literature, or philosophy)

You're a great thinker and a true philosopher.
You'd make a talented professor or writer.



(thanks to missyosigirl.blogspot.com whose GREATREAD blog showed ME THE SITE!

Monday, June 19

an old blog...

http://www.blurty.com/users/soulcardreader/

for those curious enough to know where i was a year ago...

Can Mobile Phones Boil An Egg

(this sent to me via email: I JUST HAD TO SHARE THIS WITH ANYONE WHO CARES TO READ MY STUFF... I'm still not sure if it's funny or not...)

I am sure you have heard how a mobile phone can fry your brain.

How do they know that? Have they actually tried to fry someones brain using mobile phones?
Well the answer to that is no. No, nobody has tried to fry someones brain. They have boiled an egg though.

Two Russian journalists, Vladimir Lagovski and Andrei Moiseynko from Komsomolskaya Pravda Newspaper in Moscow decided to try it out first hand and discover just how harmful those innocent mobile phones really are. Using a simple low tech experiment that can be replicated in any school or home they set about to learn the facts.

There is no magic in cooking with a mobile phone. The secret lies in the radio waves that are radiated from the mobile phone.

The journalists created a simple microwave structure. Setting two mobile phones with the egg in the centre, they called from one phone to the other. Placing a tape recorder next to the mobile phones to imitate speaking meant the mobile phones remained active while they got on with more important things.

After, 15 minutes: The egg became slightly warm.
25 minutes: The egg became very warm.
40 minutes: The egg became very hot.
65 minutes: The egg was cooked.

Conclusion:

Cooking eggs with mobile phones is indeed possible if not very expensive.
However, all this talk of danger is exaggerated; even if your brain gets cooked, it would take a quite a few hours of talking on a mobile phone. Although it is probably wise not to carry a mobile phone in your trouser pocket... just in case.

Tuesday, June 13

leaning

~
I wish for silken wings
to fly me from this world.
A gentle flight to unknown heavens
I wish to be softly hurled.

The ground beneath my feet now
is crumbling quick to dust.
And life passes quick now;
go to Death I must.

I dug an early grave for me,
The soil I scraped away.
And in my pine boxed coffin
For eternity I’ll stay.

A sleep of peace and wonder,
A dreamless flight of gray;
I need to close my eyes soon
And dream my life away.

Push me to the edge now,
I fear the dark unknown.
But if you don’t I’ll jump in
To embrace my death alone.
~

Monday, June 12

VENDETTA

~
I pick up a glass toad with one bleeding eye
and smash it against a wall of gray sky
A starburst erupts into nova-like flame
A crystal shard starts my sorceress’ game.

A sprinkle of spices from pouch ever-full
Incoherent mumbles are voiced low and dull
A circle of finger and twitch of the cheek
Produces a blizzard that lasts till next week.

My night isn’t over, the batwing’s still damp,
And struggling to free itself, pinched by a clamp
is a freshly caught sparrow, perspiring in fright -
I’ll need it to get this death-spell just right.

I sing out to Darkness, my patron, my slave
And silence engulfs me like a tidal wave
My spellbook is open to death-welcome words
I read through it madly, like miser to hoard.

I pick up a doll with her lock of hair
then jab with a sharp pin the doll’s face so fair!
I prick once again, then I stab it once more!
And I hear from afar a scream shot with gore.

I lay the poor thing over black candle’s fire
Till it's ashen and blackened & I’ve sated my ire.
Now dirges are taken up all over town
My task is over, it’s time I go down.

I clear up the stage, the tome I then hide;
The ashes are swept;
I’m quite satisfied.
~

AN OMNISCIENT WEAVING

~
fate is a thread
fragile
ethereal
silver-white from the womb
turning golden by sunsets.
darkness envelops it
saved
rarely
by a full and gleaming moon.
so it spins
entwining
only a thread
tied tapestried
to a universal loom.
~

RETRIBUTION

Dance with my lover
tease him with smiles
tempt him with kisses
use up your wiles
find at the end
alone you will be -
he left you dancing
to go home with me.

FRUSTRATED FRAGMENTS

~
I hold in my hand
a crystal ball
smoke-filled
dense with darkness
a nighttime bowl of black.

With a twist of a wrist
a gleam from the star
changes its surface
and fills it with dream.
~

DESPERADA

Don’t
leave me alone
now.
Kiss
moistly
my wet cheeks.
Press
deeply
my warm hands.
Sip
suckling
my wasting tongue.
Yearn
as deep
as I.
Fill me
full
of lies.

fable

~
There was a pasha once
who lived by the edge of the sea
he could do the tiger’s dance
and the song of the wallaby.
His skin was crinkled and brown
as the husk of a coconut fruit;
he lived on the berries he’d sown
and on gold from some sunk pirate’s loot.
One day while at work on his nets,
a sea-sprite came washed up on shore.
It asked for some much needed help
And vowed untold treasures and more.
The pasha looked into its eyes
and brought the sea-sprite to sea,
and kissed its forehead farewell,
and it swam away gratefully.
The pasha still lives by the shore
and still waltzes the tiger’s dance,
and he belts out the great lion’s roar,
and he sings of the lovebird’s romance.
But now he’s richer by far
than any king I’ve ever known
for the sea-sprite gave him the stars
in the eyes of his new wife and son.
So my story it now comes to end,
To the pasha, his son and his wife
say goodbye with a smile now, my friend,
As we leave them in happy good life.
~

(untitled)

~
Frozen moments picture perfect
freeze-framed in your mind
Floating puzzles galleried
within your halls of time
R.E.M-ming drifting ‘tween
the sheets of sleep and wake
Falling into fright-night dreams
where all your life’s at stake.
Bless me Sir, for I have sinned
and free me from this place
Where demons, dragons, witches, wyrms
are no match for your grace.
The sleep I seek is blackness
where my rest goes unperturbed
Where void is total nothingness
and true death’s undisturbed.
~

(untitled)

~
I have found all secrets wanting
For in finding I seek more
And in every ending there is
Still an unknown wind to soar.
When the time comes for all questions
To whose answers are then found,
Then ‘tis time to leave this world
And seek that which to Death is bound.
For tell me: who knows what or where
Do we go once we finally die?
Is it heaven or a void so dull;
Are what we’ve learned all lies?
I seek that one last answer,
But I patiently will wait,
And live my life the fuller still
Till Death knock’s ‘pon my gate.
~

off keyed

~
When dreams die
The heavens weep with tears
Of crystal ice. The faint, nearly deafening
Silent sobbing pervades the vast emptiness
Of sky, and the clear solid stillness
is cracked by a child’s sigh.

When dreams die
The oceans in deep despondence surges
Green and blue and gray and black
As if in anger; a deep turmoil of conflicting passions.
And the land, clothed in tired silence,
is jolted into awakedness.
~

Magick's Reckoning

~
Despair is time without a friend
A void creates my total end;
A finished hue is what I see
in darkness-colored harmony.

The sea-waves bring the siren’s call
as black embraces unlit halls;
an opal fire burns inside
the eyes of Death as He Night rides.

In swampland, marshes, deadened woods
where none but dark-heart evil bodes,
you find my whisp’ring spirit hies
in sleep and dream, where my soul flies.

The warlock lover heeds my cry
but comes in time to see me die.
“The age of Magick’s done, my friend;
‘Tis time to see our rare like’s end.”

Magick’s time is over:
Man’s use for us is done.
Live we though in human’s soul,
in dreams all are made one.

Hie us off to heaven’s promise,
Angels we at last become!
Pray though, dearest, unforgotten
Be us all to man-soul’s home.
~

a love song for Neil Gaiman's darling DeeDee

~
If Death were dressed in leathers
And had a punk-rock do,
And spoke with Dubliner’s background,
Making a most soothing sound,
And wore the equal of combat shoes,
And by tradition was unbound.
Who did her chore with cheery ease
Without so much as an ”If you please,”
Instead with a “Chum, it’s the end of the line,”
With a pat on the back and a grace so fine,
How would you see Death in your mind?

Lips as red as blood
Skin as white as snow
Hair as black as night
When the storm winds blow.

Death would not be a thing to fear,
I Dream of Death as Someone Dear.
~

twisting in the balance

~
I shy away from your black lake:
it houses that which makes me shake.
the ogre holds me in its grip
forever tight, never to slip.

its hold, called Pride, with utter Vanity
i’ve come to love, to claim as sanity.
no one allowed beyond the walls
from which my twisted life now calls.
~

cautionary Pale

~
the night was young in the beginning of the world
and I sought for peace in the arms of my Lord
but his sword-sheath hurt the soft of my skin
and the white owl’s talons did the hare in

when the howl of the rabbit echoed through the vale
as the cougar’s teeth sank deep into its shale
the hunter swore at the evasion of his trap
and the ghost of the beech tree bled black its sweet sap

in the dark of the bear cave red glowing eyes
peered forth to take the cat by surprise
a yowling sushriek made me stiffen with fear
and pray mighty hard that my momma was here

walk never alone in the depths of Mind’s Woods
there are creatures there that have not red blood
the happiness is of unearthly content
and the sights are no doubt but most are hell-sent

Fear breeds none but Fear
Doubt tells no good thing;
Heaven hath no angel
That of Evil would sing.
~

drifting...... thoughts

~
I wonder at the face of beauty
I weep at the pureness of the unborn soul
I gaze (unconsciously escaping time) at a

lilt of a lip
as it curves soft to sip
at rim of a cup
as I lift it up
to reach the embrace
of the grace of her face

And I catch the rhythm of the ageless wind
As it sings softly to every leafed limb.

The summer nights at home
Bring countless memories of years past
Flashing back faster than a cometfall
As I catch it with the iris of my eye

I hear the years-old haunting melody
Of my mother’s lullaby...
Good night,
Sleep tight,
Everything will be all right...
~

gambit: the unvoiced plea

~
Catch me, the comet’s falling
And as I flail, your eyes are calling,
Prohibitions, natural tendencies
Victorian-era inhibitions be damned.
Brown-eyed wonders invade my sleep,
Sentimental drivel be hanged.
So here we are in mutual disrespect of tradition,
Quaking limbs with thoughts of pleasures much denied,
And as I strive for normalcy I falter,
Yet try again, to say I tried.
For shame!, actions traitorously belie my soul
Yet blithelessly I push on anyway,
As Prometheus’ claim of Olympus’ fire was undenied,
So my emotions, joyfully, go unbetrayed.
Dear friend, and closest rival to heaven,
Watch me groping blindly as I bleed
for heart’s-ease balm, to tame my rage emotions,
Bless me now, and satiate my need.
~

gambit: first days

~
I do not know when it all started
It must have been the time you caught my eye
I found you looking as if in a mirror
I knew I held your soul deep in mine.

The days went by like lightning in a whirlpool
The nights went faster even then
I couldn’t wait for the time when we would cross
The limit into lover’s land.

I listened to the howling of the wind in the canyons;
I lashed out like a gale into the freedom of the light;
I broke the bonds of silk diplomacy;
I made the rules to rule my kingdom of the night.

So now, where leads this insurrection?
Our hearts cry out for freedom unsurpassed;
Reach for my hand, together we’ll not falter,
Our souls are one: The die is cast.
~

for my friend, a mistress

~
I can’t help this feeling which courses through my veins
Each time I see your face lighting up
As I watch you smile
When you laugh
When you sing, and your voice sounds like the wind floating forward
Carrying sounds of daffodils and knee-high grass.

Then I see her picture smiling down on us
And my happiness subsides
I see how you look upon her countenance
With a tiny smile on your lips
And I remember how, hours from now
You’ll be with her, loving.

Then I have my own empty smile,
My own empty life.
I think again
How sad I am, And then you take me home.
~

wooing woe

~
Loneliness is best described
when sitting 'midst a noisy crowd
in SMOKING AREAS of busy shopping malls
and gazing down the busy, busy road
that teems with life and movement
all a part of a whole, each movement
and yet you know that you are not

can not

will not be

ever

a part of that whole.

Sadness cannot be measured by tears
or sighs which come from deep your guts
but only by the silence of the soul
which persists no matter how sound
comes from around.
~

(the adventure continues)

~
Hearken to my Nightmare:
(A minotaur lurks my mind within the labyrinth where strings are cut
and heroes unallowed are sought.)

A riddle said,
The answer given,
The passage seen,
The journey ridden,
The storm is passed,
The tunnel sighted,
The foe is down!
The idol knighted.

But where dear sir did Rabbit go?
Well, down the hole, that’s all I know.
Follow suit, I care not whether
you break a bone not here nor thither.

For in this EAT ME/DRINK ME world
Where inside out your were unfurled,
The way to seek the rainbow’s tip?
Follow the suicide yellow-brick trip.

I’ve been that road, killed the evil witch,
and drank a toast to that mean old bitch.
I’ve ridden the wind back home again
All in one night, in Morpheus’ den.

Next evening’s trip is to the East
Where scheduled am I to sup with the beast
that breathes a fiery welcome’s hail
and circles the world with his gold-scaled tail.

You’re welcome to go, it’s a round trip ride
All you need is whimsy, be fantasy’s bride.
And when you awaken next dawn you’ll agree
that nothing compared to that Nightmare with me.

Then,
next night again,
Back to the land of shadowy dreams
where nothing is ever as it seems.
Where the mind plays a dirty trick of fear
and twists your soul till you come out queer.
It’s a place I visit very now and then
if only to remember the aching yen.

I quite like the pain my heart withstands
during the trip through the fiery land.
It’s a human frailty I endure with grace
A pain I nightly have to face.
~

victorian mush

~
As I wait for inspiration to strike
I let my mind flow to past memories, my history.
I think of you, my friend
who in short hours showed true loveliness
so that my heart was held in love, tied.
I think of friendship and its grace;
Is not giving the pouring out of one’s own very soul?
No. I reflect that giving
only fills the urn of Loving more.
Is not rhythm made by Nature’s untiring goal
for Patterns in her Weave predestined set?
Thus I give my love the more and more
and sit, to wait my filling, that is God’s behest.
~

running from me

Round and round I go in circles
Trying to be free
In a maze within my mind
In the Labyrinth of me.
Within the depths of this Enigma
Lies a Minotaur in wait
Sensing blood in innocence
Gullibility the bait.
So ironic is the thought I know
I cannot fight the Beast
The horned, muzzled cannibal,
the very product of my imagination,
the very least.

signs of the miserable times

~
Say mistress - a penny to spare?
I’ve been hungry since the day I could cry out.
I suppose that was when I was born.
Oh that my mother, bless her unknown soul,
Strangled me unknowingly within her womb
To bless me with the ignorance of this cruel, horrible world!

I hear a Word used by a Scholar yesterday
And as I deigned to know, nay needed to know
For I did not, nay, could not know it,
I went up and asked him what It meant.
He, (most kind sir may God bless you with many fruitful years!)
well, He stopped, and did not push me away,
Neither did he kick me, or spit at me, which is only my like’s due.
He answered me! And I was content.

The word was apt, appropriate.
It described the world as it seemed to me, to a T.
The word was consummate, heaven-sent.
The Word, dear sirs, was “INDIFFERENT.”
~

dutiful reminder

~
Beauty may be found
in the flutter of a faerie’s wing
or in the lilt of children’s voices as they sing
or in the golden sunset of the sky
or in the hue of dainty butterflies.
But this I know, and may you well it mark,
That beauty’s in the lover of the heart.
~

slipping through my fingers

~

In this room there is a bell;

go ahead and ring it.

In this book there is a song;

go ahead and sing it.


In my head there was a scene;

I forgot to live it.

In my heart there was a dream;

in my haste I lost it.

~

rife & rhyme

~
Blackness fills the cup which is my shell
And I fight for stars to light this well
which is my soul; the spark which moves my life
is gone; I live on pain and hurt and utter strife.

I seek for light, to color it with dawn.
I find an inky ebon and I mourn.
I watched their lives, content with each day’s passing,
And my life passed as I their lives was watching.

There were no fireworks the day that I was born
Neither famous lines from my mouth spoken;
I did no thing to merit myself known
And done no deed to earn a special token.

So tell me then, is my life worth the living?
Are there reasons I should let this empty shell go on
and take the space which others might do well in using;
There is no alternative: I have to run.

Lord, take me then into Your loving arms,
Welcome this sad child whom no one but herself can know;
I seek Your peace, Your loving, Your graceful beauty;
Allow me death, and in death Life, a fitting show.
~

angsty @ 15

~
all alone with no home and no love to call my own
I sit and hold a razor close to innocent veins so blue
I peer more closely at my eyes in mirror cracked and old
and find that they’re so dead that they have gone so grayly cold.
I flick
and wince at the pain so sudden
And see the blood so scarlet and so red first bubble up
Then flow
slow,
then faster, soon dripping on the floor

And I laugh so hard I can’t stop.
~

retributive thought

I want to hear the Rabbit howl
to feel her screech in pain
I want to fuck Black Mean Joe Green
And even Sister Catherine
Then take the double-handed sword
And chop off Dr. Stanley’s gourd
And on his flowing blood I’ll pounce
To flush out in the kitchen sink ---
These things I better do at once
Before I second-think.

hurting...

~
snarl
at the breaking rain
gnash your bleeding eyes
claw with death-spiked talons
and bend for a reprise
~

unfinished....

~
Run away from the terror sweeping softly through your mind;
stumble broken onto fields of coal and sienna time;
throw a crystal flask of rainbows far into the wishing well;
close your eyes and pray that no one yet has rung the bell.

(the tolling of the hour comes;
a dispirited call.
a groaning peal of ages past
that echoes through the hall.)

Take a book of crumbly knowledge and bring out the red-blood wine;
sink into the silk and downy comforts of divans so fine.
Listen to the crooning of the ancient hallway clock;
then feel the fear that comes from but one loud and dreadful knock.

(oaken door quakes at the rap
a visitor, it seems.
ears stand at attention
and the erstwhile silence screams.)

Stand then slowly on your knees which seem to be made of sand.
Close your eyes a moment with a touch of a shaky hand
Breathe then deeply smoking letting some light through your soul
and send a heartfelt pray’r to he who dwells within the knoll.

(feet are impecunious friends
a traitorous pair
they lead you forward without haste
in answer to the dare.)

The Faerie King a dance he leads
this night of pregnant moon.
Midnight’s moment stretches timeless in a cryptic faded rune.
No answer to your plea boons he to justify the fight.
Alone you stand to challenge he who calls you forth tonight.

(a breath to steady heart is sighed
a calming of the mind,
the knob is held, cold reminder
of warmth in room behind.)

A welcome smile is readied
As the door is opened slight.
Alas, none but the wind is present in a pool of light.
Try as you might your eyes betray you in a panicked glance
Sweeping ev’ry darkened shadow outside of your manse.

(Nothing there!, your senses say
but gut calls them a liar
eyes see naught, and ears though pricked
hear none but feel hell’s fire.)

Quickly close the portal---bolt the prisoner within,
feet fly stumbling to the parlor’s fire comforting.
Press your trembling hands upon a slightly heaving breast
---When once again a knock without announces uninvited guest.

(know this be no dreaming
for the chill is cold and real
though the fire rages snapping
on the hearth of stone and steel)
~

------- yeah yeah yeah, I haven't finished this one yet…

FULLY MOONED MONDAY...

full moon... lovely...
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