Wednesday, March10th
What about: pasta
Its 330 and i just downed a bowl of salty pasta i cooked in a haste to fill my tummy. The other bowl i threw away. Can't seem to figure out how much pasta to boil for 1 person. Can't remember the last time my mum cooked for us. Its been ages but completely justifiable ages. I do miss it so but you adapt. I'm just glad she's around.
Its odd how we're so protective of her when she's sick but don't show the same amount of care when my dad gets under the weather. We're just so used to him being the strong one, the one who calls the shots, the one who solves the problems. But as i see him age, his fragility and vulnerability shows itself in between coughs and sneezes. I worry for him more than i ever have. Growing old is scariest not for the adults but for the children. Noone wants to see their parent die. Most of all me. I'm 24 and i still think i'm a kid. Someone needs to slap me.
Which isnt a wonder why I find Alice in wonderland so whimsical and dreamy. Aside from the ill fitting 3D specs not meant to be friendly to 4 eyed folk, it was a very watchable movie. Johnny Depp is starting to run out of personalities to portray though. His walk across the tea table flashed Jack Sparrow all over and his wonky dance was, well, willy wonka. Four w's in a row. Great. I even had a glimpse of Edward Scissorhands in his blank stares.
I must mention however, somewhere in the near future, i hope to see a remake of Alice in Wonderland but redone to suit the horror crowd. They made a video game based on that and it had one of the coolest phrases ever. In our darkest hour, the queen has taught you well, my knife will slice your heart in half, and send you straight to hell. Somewhere along those lines. Murderous Tweedle Dums, Rabid Cheshire cats, immortal queen, amazing..
basket reminisced on 10.03.10 @ 02:53 AM GMT [link] [archives]
Saturday, March6th
What about:
The Bus
Ten past 12 on lonely bench i feel a
sudden wind that blows.
Waiting for the last bus home, hiding from the shadows.
I grow weary, i grow weak,
the shadows are here to play for keeps.
basket reminisced on 06.03.10 @ 01:16 AM GMT [link] [archives]
Thursday, February25th
What about: yum
Being attached to a leo has its perks. 
basket reminisced on 25.02.10 @ 10:25 PM GMT [link] [archives]
Sunday, January10th
What about: Crossroads
Reading through my email i opened the one containing info on my course refund. Seems like my super short stint as an SIM student has ended. In retrospect, i have no regrets. 3 years of business would have benefitted me but not enrich me. I recall sitting on the ambulance steps as Yazid told the attachment why he chose to become a paramedic and in this cloudy haze of a memory, i saw someone who lived life and not live for living. If you get what i mean...
Then i look at buchuk, and how her dreams are almost within touching distance. Her wants, her needs, soon to be fulfilled. The injustice that has plagued her for many years soon to turn on itself.
I am happy for her. I truly am.
The deep, darker side of me envies her success. It shames me, it treads on my ego like a bathmat, but the evolved side, the one that makes her laugh, that comforts her, that makes it ok...
wants the world for her and so she will receive soon enough.
I digress.
What i mean to say is that like Yazid, Buchuk doesnt believe in the beaten path, but creates a path of her own. Any tree, any bush, that stands in their way gets hacked down. They live their lives the way they want to, not how they should.
I spent hours predicting the emptiness of my life in years to come should i fail. Words of despair echoed in my ears. My heart raced like the drums of congo, that sinking feeling of dying, doom. And then i woke up.
From the blackness, the bleakness of this heavy, heavy cloud, i saw, as proverbs would say, a silver lining. Not of opportunities, but of hope.
I may not walk the busy streets but the lonely roads will take me there.
I know i will arrive.
basket reminisced on 10.01.10 @ 01:22 AM GMT [link] [archives]
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