Madame Treasurer

Greetings.

I am so happy right now. I was just nominated Treasurer of the Drama Club! Can you believe it!? ME!?

I'm so official.
I've got to stop it with the random emotion-depicting pictures from anime I know nothing about: or else people will the get the impression that this is just some half-baked scheme of a blog without purpose or direction....


....


Yeah.


So anyway. I was reading through my monologue last night and, even though Colin (Acting 2 teacher) forcefully* put this piece upon me, I actually liked it. I actually loved it. I know the play well, but I never saw myself ... I guess I never tried... to see myself as Lady MB. She's nuts. Literally. But I think it's gonna be a winner this semester.

*forcefully ( e.g. gingerly suggesting)

In a small, slightly uncool note: I think I may be coming down with something. You know when you get that little irritating itch at the tiny back part of your throat, right under your nose, all up in yo sinuses.... Yeah. That junk is annoying. I sprayed alot (possibly more than the recommended dose) of chloroseptic spray on my throat this morning to negate a worse predicament. It worked only momentarily. *Grumble*. I hate colds... and other equally perturbing illnesses of similar endurance.

I DON'T WANT TO BE SICK!!!!!!!!! GO AWAYYYYYAHHHH!!!!!

Ahem.


Intro
(This section is now useless. Therefore not here.) Scroll down to Reason/Inspiration  :D Thank You.

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Shut Up

Since thou hast been abderian
In thy daily ways
Foolish as thou art
Consider this physic for thine issue
Taketh each foot
and shoveth each into thine mouth
thither
Maw being the main cause
Of the fall of thee from common
social graces
Hist, fool, hist
Cachinnation i' the breath
of thy bosom
Henceforth, let thou not
cackle as the hens do
Neither hoot as the owl
Nor bellow as the whale
Shutest Thou Up
eth.



Reason/ Inspiration


This was fun to write. My reason, same as always. I want to keep this as fun and original as possible. I kept thinking of my incessant laughter from silliness last night with my family. You know, night time delirium hence foolishness. The usual. Anyway, I found this website recently with Unusual Words. 'Twas so funny. Also, I kept thinking of that hilarious scene from Bewitched with Will Ferrell. So funny.

Closing/Future

In closing, I have to finish my Astornomy homework/quizwork. I also have vanquished those evil fees from my Library Account so I am free! FREE I tell you, to check out any item in the entire Library once more. I shall wreak havoc in the Non-Print (DVD and CD) section!

MUAHAHAHAHAH.

In the future there will be pizza. And Astronomy Homework.



Egogahan


ps.

OHHHH! Good news! They aren't done casting for Grease! THERE'S STILL A CHANCE!!!! YAY ME!!!

太有趣了 [so funny]

Greetings,


Can you keep a secret?

In my chinese 'class', for the last ten minutes, we watched hilarious spoof/fail videos that my tutor called Tài yǒuqùle! I thought they were funny too. I'm doing so welll. Chinese characters are becoming second nature to me! ( Well, it's a good confession  v.v)

Yeah, he kind of 'justified' it by watcing them on Tudou, which I thought was super cool. I'm going to be so fluent in Chinese that I just sweep through that sight like youtube.

Also, I now (trumpet and drum roll please!) have a Chinese name and nickname! :D  

My name is Kirisiting [so much cooler in characters!]

And my nickname is Xiong Mao [panda or bear cat!] lol!

When he wrote it on the board, I was all

OMG .... it's beautiful...

Anyways. I'm really excitedly pumped up and happy for no reason. Speaking of pumped up, I just found my new favorite song (for the time being). It's by a band called Foster The People. 



Intro

So, I'm thinking of just running with this whole foster vibe and see where it takes me. I'm thinking of cutting this Intro section out.... It gets repetitive.... what do you think?

Foster the Bananas

A desert of

sea yellow

fruit floats

served with a

side of iced

scream

Voiced from the lips

of the hungry

hippocrits

Swimming through

the sand in the desert

of sea yellow

fruit floats

served with a

side of iced

dreams

Seen out of the eyes

of the boogey band

sitting on the boat

in the sea yellow

fruit floats

served with a

side of iced

beams

strung from the

highest tower

on strings the color

of sea yellow

fruit floats

served with a

 side of iced

cream

And a dollop of rum...

Reason/Inspiration

I wanted to use the whole foster thing like I said... but when I looked for a synonym for the word the definition came up for 'bananas foster' and I was like.... hmmmmmm.... I can you use that. My wheels started cranking and uh this is what came out. Don't you dare judge me! Well... you can. But be nice!

Closing/Future

In closing, I think I want a chinese friend to talk to. I just need a friend period if you ask me. I don't care what nationality they are!! In the future.... there will be friendship. And cookies....

Khoda Hafez

Macbeth & Me

Greetings,


I know I'm much too young to have met The Bard, (or the fictitious character of his creation: MB). But believe it or not I have developed a special bond with both of them over the years. We've gone through valley and over mountain. Tears, smiles. Happiness, sorrow....



It all began my freshman year in a cozy suburban high school when my favorite English teacher Mrs. K said that we would be reading Shakespeare. My first reaction was:

OMG that's not even english!

It will be so hard to read! I will never understand it. But she calmly coaxed me down from the ceiling where I'd been clinging and presuaded me to give it a try. We started off with R+J, of course.

And...

I loved it. It wasn't what my palate was used to, but it wasn't hard. I relished being the only one who could do it so well, too. I tried flourishes and accents that no one else in the class could do. 

When I went to 10th grade

BAM

I got hit with the next level of The Bard. Macbeth. And I was seriously like

Wait.... What?

How am I supposed to say this? Isn't there supposed to be another word there? What is this madness!!! But I caught on quickly. After that, I tried out for out school's version of A Midsummer's Night Dream. That nearly took out a fuze. Just trying to understand it. But I survived.

Then now. My second year of college. It is the revival of Macbeth! Well for me anyway.

I have to do a monologue for Acting 2 from guess what play by the Master Bard himself: you got it MB.

And guess who yours truly is reading for?

Oh, yes. Lady MB herself. Not in the flesh.... because she killed herself... but ... I'm getting ahead of myself.

If you're a beginner on the works of The Bard, I reccomend starting with R+J. It won't be completely easy, but at least you won't be all....

So yeah. Take it easy with that 'Ye Olde English'....

Anywho....


Oh, yeah. Bad news: I didn't get a callback. I know

OH GAWD WHYYYYYY!!!! WHY DIDN'T

THEY CHOSE ME?! WHY!? OH GAWD WHYYYY!!!

But it's okay. I'm not crying. Good news is: I did get referred to the Assistant Stage Manager position by the Director/Advisor of the Theatre Department!! 

OH JOY!

But yeah. Isi mein life.

Intro

Let's try some of that good 'Olde' English shall we? And let's just throw in some pentameter for fun!

Prithee my sweet  Wilt thou henceforth deny

Mine heart it's tender respite

Naught canst relieve me of thine image

Wavering as it dost in the cockles of

Fantasies past. Whither thou hath gone

I hath followed thee

In mine own eyes ye were likened unto

A goddess, far fairer than mere woman

Canst be described

Tarry not in my thoughts, I beseech thee

Yet in thy fullsome state go thither unto

Another that thy may trow to wax in his sight

All the more.

Reason/ Inspiration

Clearly I was inspired by The Bard today. And I have no specific reason for writing this other than that I have promised you a poem a day* and I didn't want you bored breathless with the same olde nonesense.

Closing/ Future

In closing, I am quite tired and I trow that I may take a nap on the couch thither that I may be restored unto my fullsome state. In the future, I will be king. Say the three weird sisters.

Alón

Blip on the Radar

Greetings.

Today I will be brief:

I am very happy. So excited about my World Lit class. Even though its at 9am. I love the teacher. He's awesome. Dr. K. I am charged with the electricity to dance right now. To this song.

[You must listen in 480p]



Intro

And it makes me feel like this:

Blip on the Radar

Sailing over your vibrations

Feel the ocean in my chest

Wave at the riffs

Make me rise and fall with your tide

Of mind

Off the shore of my core

Tiptoeing on your syllables

En pointe

My happiness is reachable

and enflamed

gorging forth for my outstretched

fingertips

The electronic lines behind

My eyelids

dance with the vision

Silver, green, pink

Goosebumps

To even consider

The chorus behind

The scene

I'm on the clouds

In the clouds

Of the clouds

I am the clouds

Reason/Inspiration

I can't explain it... There's so much more to how this music makes me feel. And I wish I could dance right now. In this specific moment give birth to my body's imaginiation at this point, this second in time.... because any other time, before now... after.... it will never be the same. I will never feel this the way I felt it today. I will never hear the same thing... be this inspired. I can't explain....

This is a blip on the radar.

Good on ya, Kid. You did good.

Closing/ Future

In closing, I love that song. Also I love Pokerface by him. Also, in the future you can expect longer posts.... provided I'm not lazy on that day as well.

Good Day.

Stupid Public Transportation! [A Rant]

Greetings.

Yes. I know I said this would not be a dumping ground for the troubles of my life. But. It's not a dumping ground if you clean up after yourself! :D

I hate the public transportation systems. I hate the buses. I hate the trains. I hate getting to places that I'd said I'd be on time for, late! I hate not having my own car. That's right. Maybe I should be pin-pointing the real problem here....

My lack of personal transportation.

I've been meaning to get a moped or a car this semester. I was looking up models I liked and prices. Then... I got into the Registration rush and got distracted. Back to business. I need a car, people!!!


This is a cute Stella Moped.


I want to hurry up and get the CDs for  this Chinese class. I'm doing good with Pinyin. I think that's how you spell it.... But yes. My tutor says good job after I repeat so that's a cool thing right?


Intro

I don't really have an idea right now. And luckily I have plenty of time to rove the internet. So, that is just what I am going to do.


Okay. I got it. Funny thing: I didin't even need the internet. Somebody heard that I was looking for inspiration so he handed me C.K. Williams' "Poems 1963-1983". I fipped open to page 5 and I saw something that inspired the following.

+



The Hands on My Tongue


Clasping to every morsel of
Knowledge and
Air
Pressing through my lips
to seek the fingertips of
The Ubiquitous
that seems to relish my
reaching
groping
The void that dug into my side
Sing this song
Sound this sound
As the airwaves pass through my outstretched
digits
Vibrating my nail beds and teeth
Build on these palms and extended tongue
Build like the crecendo of a lullaby
Along my lifeline and tastebuds

The flavor of need
of oily greed
of desire
to feed



Reason/ Inspiration

It's hard to understand myself sometimes. But in my opinion, ones' poetry is not meant to be understood all the time. It is meant to be expressed. Released. I love that one song by Incubus, which was shown to me by a friend a few months ago. Like I said too, a guy behind me just handed me the C.K. Williams book. If you want to know about the poem on page 5 then go visit your local library. :D



Closing/Future

In closing, I am going to munch on some of my leftovers from lunch. [Chinese] :D. And tonight I am going to see Cirque Du Soleil! Yay, me! In the future.... there will be rain. Apparently.


Ta`



Fellow Zelots

Greetings,

I have already pleaded with you on Tuesday to not crucify me about missing a day. I know it seems dumb, but I was dog tired and ready to hit the sack after realizing that I'd have to teach myself Chinese. Yes. You heard right. I will be teaching myself Chinese this semester [with the feeble help of the Chinese exchange student tutor, bless his heart who is quite nice, but still] and 90% of my grade will be the final exam. I know that I am being somewhat melodramatic, but you put yourself in my shoes.

Oh, make no mistake. I will learn Chinese this semester and bring home that gleaming A in all classes to reach that Dean's List status once again. Of course. But I know I'm gonna break a sweat. And no tha wasn't just figuratively.

I know I can because I already successfully taught myself bits of Japanese because of my love of anime and manga. Also some mandarin and Korean because of my love of Asian-pop music. :D

I just finished eating lunch. But before that I was at a manadorty Fine Arts Major meeting. And before that I was at the Drama Club meeting. It's Wednesdays at noon, which is why I set my schedule up to have that time free. I so excited about this whole year. Grease will be so amazing. I will get a role. I will. I must. I will. :D  And will chant my victory when I do right here on this blog so you can know. Okay?

Furthermore, I have found two fellow zelots in my acting class and drama club today. And I am happy. Like I've found my dis-harmonious twin(s). :D


Intro

Energy on the stage is dynamic. Whether for a small audience or a massive stadium crowd, you feel electricity. Enter 'Valuzidity'.



Valuzidity

Feel like a balloon so HIgh
Don't get too high
But feel like a diamond
In the eye of the rough
Of this life
Make a noise
So it resonates   in the ear of the receptors
Fizzling like the tunes of
Every era
Every hearer touched
by the Valuzidity



Reason/ Inspiration

I made this word up as you probably could have guessed, but hopefully the meaning can be grasped through the words. I wanted to create a word that relayed the way I think the electricity or energy on stage should sound... in a single word. I'm sure many of you will have something to say about this .... so please do! Feedback!


Closing/Future


In closing, I am about to pick out my first Classical monologue for Acting 2. Let me know if you have any suggestions. Anything, and I do mean anything, would be helpful. Really! Plus, in the future you can expect at least 3 posts per week. I suppose that is the amendment I told you to be wary of. But on the bright side, you can also expect me to get a part in Grease!

Yay!

Bai Bai

Don't Crucify Me

Greetings.

I know I missed the last post on Friday. That was another day like last Thursday. But alas! I am only human! And today is the first day of the fall semester at my community college. Things are hoppin'!I just finished standing a line for checkout which wrapped around the entire bookstore for five years [aka an hour and 23 minutes] and my legs and feet are killin' me. Good news about that is I got all my books at once, no matter how heavy they were, and now have free time to write this post before my Astronomy class at 5:30 today. :D

I'm so super excited for this semester!

OHHH AND OMG!

They are having auditions for the fall musical and guess what it is????

It's....

that's right. It's Greased Lightning!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhh BUDDY! AHH ZHOOO ECSIIIIITTTEEEDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!


Okay. Back to english. Ahem. But yes. Even if I don't get a part [but if I do I will have a party on this blog] I still want this opportunity to get an auditon piece together. The requirements are 32 measures of a 60s or 70s pop song. I'm nervous but I think I will get by. Hopefully I can score my first minor character.

I will update you [if I remember] on my song choice perhaps tommorow.


Intro

*Shrug* I really don't know what I'm about to write. :#


Via the buzz of the room
I percieve it's time for an
uprising
As I make my way to advising
and counseling
I hold my binder close
feeling the lag of this mornings
toast
and jam in my stomach
I vie for attention in the midst of the
swirl
of students
which threaten to overrun me
"Can I please check my Financial Aid?"
I inquire
But am instead fired
a glare and directed to the end of
an million man
Queue


Reason/ Inspiration

I am inspired by the total chaos and overall excitement of this day. Or rather at times... the lack thereof.... :D



Closing/ Future

In closing I am happy to say I have kept my word to my financial vows that I would not buy overpriced food here on campus, but instead bring my lunch daily and snacks as well. And do my best to avoid vending machines. Also, in the future you can expect Homework. And lots of it. :D

Zai Jian

Hairapy

Greetings.

Earlier today I was comparing two colleges I was considering. This website clearly speacializes in negative feedback. #negativity.

Anyways. I guess to each his own experience. Some people would rave and rant about the things that were wrong. Others would praise shamelessly. I don't know whose advice to take. I may have to do some more campus tours. But even those are rigged to make you want to go. It all looks so nice and colleg-y until you get stuck there for a weekend and the place is like ' a ghost town'. I don't want to be the naive freshman. I want to make an educated decision, not based on the emotionalization of getting my own space.

Aside from all that.

I am making strides to keep my hair natural and healthy. I've been perm/relaxer free for three years now. *Applause* I kept flat ironing my hair, however. Only now, just in the past few months have I realized the benefits of keeping all heat damage and chemical damage away from my precious curls. It all started when I found this book called "Curly Like Me" by Teri LaFlesh.

You could imagine my excitement when I saw the cover of this book. My first thought: "OMG I can have hair as long as that?!" And the answer is yes, I can.

Brief overview of what Teri talks about: Stop fight your hair. Embrace your curls as a gift and they will show you how wonderful curls can really be. She goes as far as to give you scientific research and reason behind curly hair, it's gentic make-up and so on. I was so in awe and so inspired that I began following her prescribed procedures like prayer, her book by my bedside as my hair bible.

I've always had curly hair. But my hair has been treated just like all other typical black girls' hair. As soon as it got too thick to get a comb through, it was slapped with a relaxer like, "You stop it! Bad hair!" And then it straightened up and got it's act together. It grew long enough for me to be labeled 'the dark girl with the long hair' in middle and high school. However, after I graduated, I stopped getting relaxers so I could get color. And even though my hair is relatively strong and extremely thick, it started to break off at the ends. So much shedding I began to fear brushing my hair.

So I started leaving it be. It was summer '09. I'd wash, condition and go. That worked. I was getting that wavy mulatto look that I wanted. But I got tired of it and started flat ironing it again. Then I cut it. Colored it again. Cut it again. All the while adding heat damage.

I am going to find or take a picture just for this blog to show you how my hair has progressed over the years. It's amazing. I could have a whole other blog for it. Perhaps I will. But until then. I am aiming for those long luscious brown curls like Teri. Well black curls... I'm through with hair coloring.....

: D


Intro

These poems are going to be based on two new characters I made yesterday with the help of that book I mentioned I was reading. You know 'The Mind of Your Story: What drives your fiction?" [As if you would remember that]. But yeah, I decided to run with that character-sketch-in-the-form-of-a-poem thing I had going on with the Nicholas Nickelby Post. Let's see how it goes. :D


Drowning in your malice
treading toward the wall
Feebly clinging to the bricks that
shut me from you
all
your all

Could you push me any further
Could you build a bigger moat
Could you send out much more daggers
 to disembowel my float...

The blockades getting higher
buffeting the sky
Weakly climbing till my hands can
reach and touch your
eye
your eye

***

Beautiful sounds in the forest
Melodies round the trees
Bid your voice adieu adieu love
Failing to bring this ease

O

Royal ecstasy billowing free
Shudder the leaves
twine the branches
Bravisimo from me

Ah

Bold sensitivity in the soil
a symphony of life within
Amidst the sprouts pure love boils
with longing begin again

Make sweet this time with you and me
Brace meek green vines tween me and thee

O song of
of the woods
Entrance
And lead
 the mortal
to
Doom


Reason/Inspiration

The inspiration was from the character sketches. The first is about or for a fellow I named... well I won't reveal the names, because I might use them later. :D But he's a bit nasty. The second for a young lady whom is in touch with mother earth. :D


Closing/Future

I might be changing the format of these posts. So that it goes quicker. Expect single poem posts... without explanation. Especially towards the middle of the semester.


Adios.

There's a Hot Guy in my Office...

Greetings.

No there really is. Oh, now he's walked over to Mr. Adams office. Zoowee Mama!

His hair is sooo cute. He talks like he's eminem though. #downer. But he looks like he just came off of a surf board, complete with shell necklace. #score. He's signing up for the program I work for on campus. It's a federally funded program for those who need extra financial and academic help. Anyways, he sounds like a wannabe gangster [as I non-stalker-ishly overhear their conversation on purpose] but he looks like a beach boy.

That was a nice diversion from the drone-like normalcy of the office. Definitely.

Aside from that, concerning the 'last rave' of last night.... it was bologna. I wish there were more guys there that like [and knew how] to dance. *Shrug* But I made myself have fun. The second deejay was from Italy! That made me flip. He was hot too. Like a sexy punk goth with this serious Mohawk. Hotness. But yesh. I still enjoyed myself. And thus ends the summer party nights that end as mornings.


Intro

These are just a series of three poems I wrote entitled 'Scribbles'.

Scribbles

I keep writing in dream
To make the world my own
Although it's necessary to redeem

My last reality was months ago
But it doesn't tend to bother
Me, I just let things flow

If I were to let this life
pull me down
what would be left
but a simple frown
make sense to make doom
Dreams make life bloom

***

Ruth

I see your shadow and shiver
But you don't shed a tear
I'd sell my soul for a sliver of you
But you don't even care

Carved from stone
of the tombs of your
ancestors
Carved from ice
please think twice
before you leave me
Ruthless

Your fingertips leave frost in their wake
I cower beneath your graze
Just the bitter in your bite
Makes my mind cloud with haze

***

Underhanded felix of the Barns
Overjoyed mary of the Yarn
Woven like fabric with thread
Fellow lovess guarding the homestead

Oy you parasite, like a fool
Whoa you rarely fight, break a rule
But you make no sense at all
And yet you watch me fall



Reason/ Inspiration

I don't remember what  my inspiration for these tidbits was. But I do know I was trying to be all deep and different. I remember that the first one, and the second, were meant to be songs. I was humming the melody I made in my head as I typed it here. Let me know what you think. What comes to mind when you read the last one? I keep drawing a blank. I want to remember what inspired that one. Hmmm.....


Closing/Future

In closing, I have to get up for the dance studio in the morning. Time to scrub them floors! :D But for a good pay: dance classes. I still can't believe I caught such a coolmazing deal like that. I'm so excited about school starting next Monday too. Which reminds me; I may have another 'New Deal' coming if things work out negatively as far as time management goes.... lol. If you know what I mean.

Kumbaya. :P

Lazy Day

Greetings,


I'm playing hooky today from work. It's great to have a flexible job like mine. Tonight is the last of the Raves of Summer. So I figured I'd sleep up [check], organize my room [check], and redo my hair [almost there]. Aside from that and tonight's party, I'm not doing anything!


This is the theme song for today. And I am following all of the directions! :D

Intro

Here's a song I wrote a while ago, along with a poem I just made up! :D


PHYSIC ME

In the ancestral cradle, rocked my awareness
Sweeping through the time an space on
a harness of belief
Like a thief in the
night beam me up
from this foolish
 world please

Physic me unto thee
unto thy state
ye without hate
without despair
administer repair
Physic me

Forsee those sicknesses and divert their path
Make straight my way to tat man-forsaken
Humility
Well it up within me
Overflow the desert in my veins, quench the
dryness of the plains of old life
with new
with you

When all else fails, gone are the trails
All the holy grails, cannot replace when you

Physic me unto thee
unto thy state
ye without hate
without despair

Administer repair
Physic me.


DOOR

Hand carved from the lost intentions of your father
Plated with the solidified tears of your mother
The knob won't break if you grasp it
Give it a tug with all your strength, if you have it

The door is made for you
it is not a wall
to block your dreams
The door is made for you
it's not a fault
as broken seams
The door is made for you
slaved for you, for you
Walk through it

Backbreaking, Heart-aching Love inspired it
Brocade laced with desire from fire inspired it
And make no mistake, the blood is the pathway
Not unlike the lake, shed for you to find your ways
Through the darkness of these days

You are not plucked from obscurity, nor bathed in purity
But this life is your door


Reason/ Inspiration

Can you guess which one is the poem and which is the song? Anyway, 'Physic me' was inspired by my relationship with God. Door was inspired by my life coming into view, myself just starting to understand it and why it is the way... it is....
*shrug*
Feedback!

Closing/ Future

I'm tired. In the future... [tomorrow] there will be sleep.


Bai Bai.

The New Deal...

Greetings,

No, not the New Deal of the 1930s! Silly. I mean the new deal that I have to implement now because I have failed to comply with the standards I set in my first post: the main point being that I make a post every day. I do have internet at home, but I can't find the time to hook up all the necessary parts to get online just to make one post.

It shouldn't be this difficult you say. I say, yes, yes you are right. But you see in my house there is one computer. My laptop. And we have the kind of internet that you hook up by adapter cord. Simple plug up the cord right? No. My screen is cracked beyond visibility.

SO I have to use a monitor to see what I'm doing. Which means that whenever I want to use my own computer I have to lug a big a** monitor into my room from where the last person used it and hook up my laptop and beg for the internet. Writing it down may make it seem miniscule... but it aint. Especially when you're trying to soak up the last few hours of sleep on one of the rare days you get to sleep in....

So yeah.

I lieu of all this, I have decided to put new rules down.

1) I will publish one post per day on Monday through Friday. I'm not saying I will never post on the Weekend, but don't expect it. It's to cover my own lazines... :P
2) I will sometimes only publish a poem without any Greetings, Intro, or Reason. Not to seem rude but with school starting, I may most likely be in a rush. :D


 Intro

I just bought a new book; "The Mind of Your Story: discover what drives your fiction" by Lisa Lenard-Cook. It seems promising. I've just started about an hour ago and it reads like a novel almost. Not in writing style, but the way I normally gobble down novels. Like that. So I thought maybe I'd use some of the pointers I've gotten from her thus far to inspire my poetry. After all fiction and poetry are cousins...

Right...

Mr. Alderman



Mr. Alderman is a quaint fellow
In retrospect
from past times
 I've found him quite estranged

Myself being so low
In stature
that my simple words
were thought derranged

His grandiose air
In light of things
understood now
Sets him inpart with others

They all seem so fair
In archaic valour
of their own cause
 And with their foul disloyalty

The weakman he smothers.





Reason/ Inspiration

Like I said I tried to use my fictional powers that be to churn a story within this poem. All I really got so far in my opinion was a character sketch. LOL. This poem totally reminds me of Nicholas Nickelby. I loved that movie when it came out. Made me want to day dream about the English countryside.

Closing/ Future

Tuesday is going to be soooo busy. But I'm sure I'll have time for a post. The running about will commence after five. Me and my school buddies are going out to the last rave of the summer. It's melancholy to think of it as the last. But I'm going to have so much fun, I already know.

No, I'm not a 'regular raver' but I've gone to a few this summer. It's not what I thought it would be, but still cool. I keep my distance from drugs, don't get me wrong. And I don't exactly have access to liquor until November...! {still very excited} So, I'm not acting like a crazed, drunken, high nut-ball. But I do let loose and act like I'm having a good time. I'm going to miss it. Here's another video in honor of the last of my raving days in 2011.

With a fitting background... :D GLOW STICKSS!! WHOOOO!



Auf Weidersehen.

Natalia Osipova. Foto: Damir Yusupov. Gentileza: Grupo Ars.

J'adore it!

Non vedo l'ora...

Greetings,

I bet none of you can figure out what language my post title is in. :D Kudos if you can. I am so excited because this year is my 21st birthday. I so ready to be able to do as I please. They say at 18  your an adult, but they are just teasing you. Sure you are able to spend your life in prison [be charged as an adult in court], or got to war and get killed [be drafted], but you can get a drink, can't go to certain clubs, can't even get into certain shows of local bands!

No, this is not a rant. Just sayin'.

Anyways I can't wait. I'm planning the whole thing out. I'll have two dinner parties, and there will def be drinking. ;)

Anyways I am jamming to my 'The Best of AR Rahman' music on my MP3 and I am in the best mood. I can't wait to get my nose ring so I can look like an Indian woman. I don't know why, but I love the way they dress, their style, poise, femeninity. It's beautiful.

But yes, I will be getting my nose pierced. And perhaps a small henna tattoo. Maybe. Nothing extensive. I'm so excited.

* * *

Today I feel inspired from the I Take the Pen Thrusday prompt. I wrote the short story response and I'll post it below. I think I may use the beginning for my poem... I don't know. Or in it... something....

Mighty Pen Entry:

“You don’t understand! I can’t! I can’t!”

The voice sounded desperate, full of vulnerability and apprehension. It echoed from behind the doors of Mr. Collins’ office. I stood, my feet glued to the carpet, outside of the doors. I was just supposed to deliver the tea and go back to my desk. He said bring the tea at 11:15 sharp. Whenever I’m late he scowls. So today I’m early…

And I can’t bring myself to open the door.

Just open the door! Give him the tea and be done with it. You won’t have to hear anymore. You won’t have to feel like you’re working for a monster. Even though you’ve been thinking that since you started working… Wait he’s talking again…

With haste I involuntarily stepped an inch closer, straining to hear.

“…. by tomorrow Mrs. Cummings, this is not a matter to discuss. It’s a matter of time. And you can be the judge of what is best.”

“Mr. Collins’ please…! Don’t be this way. Think of my children… My mother… It’s”

“It’s necessary Mrs. Cummings.”

Silence.

This was my moment. I could take advantage of the silence, enter and disappear as if I hadn’t been eavesdropping…

She was sniffling. There was a shuffle. I looked at the small gap between the bottom of the door and the carpeted floor. A shadow of legs shifted slowly across the room.

“You will comply, Mrs. Cummings…” This was his agitated voice. “Or else, I will take the information I need by force. A procedure which will render you vegetable-like for the remaining years of you sorry insignificant life….”

The last words ended with a hiss. I could imagine his tall thin body stooping over her like a praying mantis over a larval grub.

There was some shuffling of fabric, the sound of a button. Her purse? Jacket?

Then the shadow of legs backing slowly away from where they’d just advanced.

“Wait… wait! Mrs. Cummings don’t!”

There was a blunt pop.  Someone sat abruptly on the couch, the leather crumpling beneath their weight.

Silence.

My heart was beating in my ears.

The door swung open. And in a whirl of perfume and red hair out came Mrs. Cummings. Her eyes locked on me in a dead stare. In her right hand was a sleek gun equipped with a silencer.

“Eavesdroppin’ are we Mrs. Beatrice?”

Intro

I need some more inspiration for this poem. I'll have a jog about the web. Be right back! ;D

I've got it! Avril Lavigne: Innocence. Beautiful song. Very inspiring.

Helpless Love

 I need you now

don't move

stay right there

so i can hold on to it

the seconds

the moments

Sweet

the security is my pillow

I'll never go, you have my heart

Feelings fly

in my heart

I sigh to know our lives will

for ever intertwine

for ever side by side

Oh, the bliss

and I'll make it last

I will make it last

Dreams have no grasp on  our reality

it so sublime

Sweeeet Love

we'll stand side by side

Sigh

Reason/Inspiration

I really love Avril and I hadn't heard that song in a long time. You can listen here. Anyway. It's nice, sweet. Like a state of reverie. I like it. How about you? Feedback! :D

Closing/Future

It's about that time, or so my rumbling tummy says. Lunch break! Whooo! I'll catch you all later. In the future you seriously expect me to talk about food more often! :D

Hasta La Vista.

Film Maker

Greetings,

I should add it to my interests, but I afraid someone will ask if I've actually done it. And then I'd be unveiled as an imposter. I'm talking about film. Making short films for fun, music videos, toons. That's what I plan to do soon. Make movies, that is. And I'm eager to get started.

I only started thinking about this because of my constant preoccupation with YouTube aspiring filmmakers[and my gut wrenching boredom]. They are so cool! I want to be one of them. Here's one of my all time faves by a guy named Edd with a channel called 'Eddsworld'.

I like Edd; he's hilarious.

Continue to check out his channel by clicking the here. 'Tis cool.

But yeah. Now I'm all into searching for new filmmakers to support and rave about. Comedy is my favorite, but I have  yet to see anything other than comedy from beginners. I'd love to see anything you have to suggest. Let me know!

Intro

This poem is about being bored. Which happens to be the reason why I'm so caught up with YouTube right now. Some of us need school. Or else we'll be left to wreak havoc..... [on our minds...]



Brain Jell O

There are lines in my hands
they are brown
My eyes are brown
.....
There are five windows open
And ten minutes left
before I clock out
Can some one save me
because I think
my
brain
 will
give out....



Reason/ Inspiration

And it's short and sweet. But sometimes that's all it takes. I accept it for what it is without actually liking it? I'm sorry for having to put you through this. But that's happens when you hold yourself to random [slightly dumb] ideas for a span of 3 months. God I hope I make it that far.


Closing/ Future?

I'm sorry for having nothing for you but a poem about boredom today. Who know? Maybe tommorow will be better. No dance classes tonight. So no sleep deprivation. But I will be getting my phone turned back on! YAY! I still feel bad about the poem. So here's a video and link to another cool film artist I found today! :D

Enjoy!

The whole series thus far is quite funny. I already have a few favorite characters. J being number one of course. Check out their website!

Ciao bloggers.

Love My Belly

Greetings, bloggers.

I am extremely tired, but I refuse to use that as an excuse to finish this post. I'm also extremely hungry. But I'm trying to wait until the latest lunch time to eat because I will be here soooo long! And it's hard to do when I'm reviewing the current posts for the Blogs that I'm following and all of them are vegan cooks. Allll of them have exquisite photos of delectable food that make my mouth water and my stomach churn with anticipation for the leftover Chinese food I have stored in the refrigerator....

ugh....
sigh.


Today falls right at the precipice of Southern summertime, teetering on the edge of the early August back to school season. The heat is far past palpable, so much so it has a flavor. Something like roasted almonds. Oh, goodness there I go with food again!

I was up kind of late so it almost hurt to wake up this morning. I had to stare at the ceiling for a good five minutes (during which I was floating between states of sweet delicious sleep and draining coherency) before I could muster the will to pull a leg out of the covers.

Remember I told you that I had a Belly dance class scheduled for yesterday evening. I thought it was for 7pm. Turned out it was for 8. That wasn't bad news for my arrival, but it was for my departure which didn't happen until 9:30, which got me home at 10:55 ish, which got me in BED at .... oh say.... midnight.

I know what you're thinking. "Grow up!" College students should be used to sleep deprivation, they should thrive on it! Right? Wrong. I need sleep. But there seems to be so much to do, so much I want to do, and not enough time to rest up for it. Ugh.

Anyway the class was amazing.  Uh. Ma. Zing. The teacher has such a pretty curvy figure, it made me proud that I hadn’t sawed away all of my curves with sit-ups and cardio last semester. (Even though I did saw a significant amount away…. =). The usual teacher, or the one whose name is listed when I signed up, wasn’t available. The ‘sub’ was named Alex. She taught us an Egyptian style drum solo. It was soooo coolllll! I felt so exotic and empowered. Next time I must remember to bring my Zumba skirt so I make noise when I move.

 

Okay, I couldn't take it anymore. I went to heat up my lunch and ate it in ten minutes. I know that's not healthy to eat so fast.... but I couldn't help it!

Stomach: Ahhhhhh! Now that's better. :D


Now I can write in peace.

Intro

I do not know what I am going to write. My mind is blank. Maybe it's all that food my body is trying to digest....

This is what I'm listening to as I write.

Thread


Fooooooolish
make me want to be a
worm beneath your feet
and then i can love you
the way you want  me toooooooo
be  unto me what  you are unto the sky
and soooooooooreeeee
Melded into my soul
your smouldering
eyes
Give me the torch and I willllll run
with it
Get up, up up with me and I will stand
Only in these lives are we intertwined
I'll give you this one
Only this one
No I won't bleed no I won't bleed
for you
Won't shed a bloody tear
But we are yes we are yes we are
Move inside me and vibrate all your needs
I'll feel them and satiate your thirst
I am not your Dirigible
girl
But I'm addicted
Please don't take my life away
No Voooodooo no
vooooooo
dooooooooooooo
Un
Mask  your sin
you
Bask in the sin
And reel me in
on this
 Thread


Reason/Inspiration

Well clearly the song was my inspiration. I wasn't watching the video as I wrote, but I know the sights by heart already. I love this song. It's not to be read, but hummed sort of, not really sung. And not to the tune of this song either. I wasn't even looking at the screen as I wrote this! I just .... like my hands were moving fifty miles per hour!  But yes, I like it. What do you think? Any good?

Closing/ Future?

I really enjoyed this experiment. It was totally spur of the moment! Now I'm going back to YouTube to hear some more Janelle Monae. I'm sitll so excited I found her. In the future you can definitely expect me to give you some short stories and excerpts. Oh, just earlier today I commented on Krista's Blog prompt Wendesday post with a quick little piece.

Here it is:

Walking in from the garden I cringed at the sight I knew would await me. It's the Godforsaken bottle that'll be his demise. I take it from his drooping hand and meet his lidded gaze.

"Father..." I began.

But there was a knock at the door. I tensed, Father remained motionless.

"A message from the King!" called a deep, curt voice from the other side of our wooden threshold.

I stepped outside and retrieved a scroll from the outstretched hand of a tired, bedraggled, but hulking soldier. Behind him, not a few hundred feet were the rest of his company, some on horseback, most on foot. As I stepped back inside, closing the door behind me I broke the seal and unrolled it.
You are hereby summoned for service…
I knew the rest. A chill ran down my spine …
Suddenly, Father was standing up. He knew as well as I what this was about, what had to come next. He finally made it to a standing position and puffed out his chest. He stepped forward and his weight shifted unexpectedly causing him to stumble. I rushed forward and held him up. He sagged in my arms. I did not realize I was crying until my own tear fell on his upturned face. Our eyes met.
“Bring me my axe…”
“Father, you cannot! It is a death sentence…”
“We must fight for our country… for this land. Valerie, I did try…” On the last word his voice faded away, nostalgic.
“I know Father. I know.”

I liked that too. That was fun. Shout out to my first follower: Krista @ I Take the Pen! 

God Bless  you girl!

POKA

:D

Cold War

Greetings,

Whoa.

Yesterday I discovered my new favorite artist of the month. I may incorporate that into this blog for variety. Hmm. Sparks! Yes. I will. Anyway, Janelle Monae. She's inspired me and I hope to one day have such an original, fresh, strong imbodiment of womanhood. She, to me, has dug below the surface of what we all have been scratching at: individuality, true, shameless, and proud individuality.

Now I don't have 'idols' or 'heroes' per se. I know that God is the only One I should look up to. But as far as a divine example set in front of you for the sake of your mental and emotional emancipation from society, Monae tops the list. In my opinion. Her music speaks volumes, her lyrics, and  her accompaniment. To say it has inspired me would be less than an understatement.

This video is encouraging. And a warning.

I don't want this blog to become a dump-spot for the worries, cares, stress of my day. So I won't let it become a monologue of what happened to me since I set foot out of my bed. I wouldn't want to read that. But I do want to you to be in the  know. Why else would you come to someone elses page if  you didn't want to experience something different? And that's what I am, so that's what I have to offer. So let's get working on that Individuality, huh?

Intro

In light of the inspired mood I'm in today, I will be doing a piece based on some mixed concepts from Janelle Monae's music.

Persona

Indi
Vi
Duality
is a place behind
the persona
that hides
all of our
faces
And we are all gulity of the laces
that tie it
to the places
that conceal our mouth
and keep it out
of sight
And what fine eyes we have
Such seekers of peace
hidden by the speakers
that fleece
the people
of the treasures stored up for a rainy day
in hopes of the storms going away
the Mask
of pain
that conceals
the vain
thoughts of the
downtrodden
Yes We Are Small
But Woe To The Evil Ones Who Are Lower Than Low
they say
they know
and with lofty, dirt covered personas
dig their own graves
But the fools are those who are holier than thou
And the wiser
is the who
that keeps the vow
to
Indi
Vi
Duality


Reason

This poem just flew out of me. Like literally at 2:08 pm I just finished it to write this section here and I'm not sure what made me end up in the direction I went. Er... yeah. But I like it. Give me some feedback please!

Closing

I'm at work now [believe it or not] and I plan to leave early for a Bellydancing class at the Studio tonight at 7pm. So, I will most likely have news about how that goes tommorow. I'm so excited to be finally taking classes. That reminds me: I ought to put some more pictures on my Flickr so that it fills out and won't be so blank....

Also, if you have any suggestions on changing the layout or customizing the blog, that would be greatly appreciated as well. Thank you so much my fellow Bloggers!


Salut!

OHHH NOOOO!!!

Greetings.... ugh.

I can't believe I already missed three days of this blog. It's because of Chloe's B-day  weekend. Things with church and the dance studio were just cuckoo too. I discovered on my way to the studio that the bus that would get me there did not run on Sunday's. So I had to get back on the train and find another bus from another station! And I was late for my chores, but I was on time for classes. Thank God for grace, because I was almost pulling my hair out. I had to make a concious decision not to stress.  But now that that's over I owe you three more poems...

Intro

This is just a quick make-up for those last few days I missed. So, don't expect anything fancy. Sorry....


Untitled

Have you ever needed anything so much
pressing for it,
because you know
without it
you will perish from existence
and cease to be
Without it I will melt away my whole
becoming less than all the nothingness
in the Universe
Less than the spaces devoid of light
and less than the vacuums of
time...
I need it so much...


Verify

Those who pertain to me
shake off those strains of old life
Time to take ourselves
out of the picture
and into the ocean
where life is real
and more than a painting
on a wall
Time for new things to happen
and we cannot watch
we much be
in it

Faraway Dreams

Surreal in appearance is my desire
for a life
faraway from here
I wish to be taken away
make it quick, so
I have no time to think
so that
I am suddenly there
and accepting
this new wonderous life...


Reason

In my opinion, I don't like any of these. But sometimes it doesn't mattre if  you 'like' the work. It's that it gets out and put down. Mabye I'll continue to dislike it, or soon embrace it. But either way... it's done. No inspiration for these really. Just something off the top of my head. Perhaps thats why I don't like them. Anyhow.  Feedback is always welcome.

Closing

Soon I hope to get my hands on a video camera and begin adding videos to this blog for more emphasis. :D I'm excited for that. Let me know if you have suggestions or ideas.


see you later - 後でを参照してください。

Day 2: Chloe is 18

Greetings,

It's a Friday. I feel sluggish a bit. Was starving, but I just downed a fruit cup and a bowl of oatmeal when I got into the office this morning. Now I'm just chillaxed. :) My workstudy position is so easy I could do it with my eyes closed. And I've debated about trying that. I mostly just do it while facebooking, writing, or blogging...

Intro

This poem I have for you today is somthing I made up while singing in a jazzy voice. Hopefully I can upload a recording of me singing it. That would help with the way it's understood.


Perilous Wonder-Life


It's shy
Shy and cool
You're my
my kinna dude
Cautious of overdrive, Perilous wonder-life
But keep running into you
Make me your valentine, just for the sake of my
vanity
But in sanity
Keep me at distance dear
Don't let me fake a tear
to drive you
away
Still feel in-
security
Not partial to nudity-
but I will expose my
self
If only to be honest
with
you

Inspiration

I was thinking of a handsome friend of mine who was showing interest lately. He's quite the gentleman actually. I'm not sure if I like him alot, but this poem shows some of how I felt when flirting with him. I have a day set next weekend to meet up with him, just a casual thingy. But... yeah...

:)

Closing

Today is my little sister Chloe's birthday. She is 18. My, how time flies seemnigly over your head while you're looking down at your own life trying to make the pieces fit. Oops. This could end up being another poem you guys. But I'm glad she's growing up. It couldn't have happened sooner if you ask me. I'm all too glad she'll be off to college soon and out of all our hair. She's the second oldest after me and I know our younger siblings will miss her. But I say

Sayonara Chiquitita!