tell me about it

Where are you? Are you there yet? Is everything all right?

I miss you already.

:(

“So, how do you feel about your job so far?”

“Mostly two things.”

“Yeah? What are they?”

“One, I’m bloody tired. And two, I have two years and eleven months more before I’m free.”

“Ha. Is it really that bad?”

“Okay, don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I don’t want any other job in the world*. But. I have two years and eleven more months to freedom!”

“Counting down already, I see.”

“Oh yeah.”

*Well I would trade my job in for, say, a career in playing mahjong, or having cocktails at tea time**.

***Which I plan to do someday.

I wished for flight.

I wished for an unbearable lightness of being. I wished for enlightenment, that I might understand.

I wished for a weekend to do with as I choose.

I wished for flowers to tuck behind shell-like ears, blossoms to set off chestnut hair.

I wished for an end to pain. I wished that all who ache might find relief.

I wished for peace.

I wished for a love that would set my heart on fire.

And I wished, and I wished, until the moon came out and grinned coldly above my head, and I began to shiver in the chill night air.

And I wished.

You can tell my mother’s had much too much to drink.

Wine is of utmost priority to Mos. Photo? What photo?

If I remember aright they were saying “Shyamalalalalaaaaa”. Either that or they were trying to catch mosquitoes.

Okay, this is the real final photo :) With me in it, heh.

I’m going to miss my big sis.

I am on MC today, and so far I have:

1) Woken up much too early for an MC day
2) Sent clothes for alteration (though must hunt for buttons)
3) Repaired the heel of one of my shoes
4) Cleared my room of boxes/bags that used to hold birthday pressies :D
5) Completed a side-quest in FFXII
6) Put off marking 120 Lit test scripts
7) Indulged myself happily in the new twist in the XX vs DY saga
8) Surfed ASOS.com for online shopping spree (though not too convinced)
9) Uploaded photos of Shyam’s farewell

And I have yet to take my recovery nap and mark my test scripts.

Still feeling very lightheaded; I think it’s from constantly sniffing. My heart rate is racing and I’ve had too much oxygen I think. Haha. Plus I tire so easily now. Doctor told me to take it easy and not to shout too much when I go back to work. I fixed him with a disbelieving stare and began to laugh.

“If you knew my kids, you’d know that’s impossible,” I told him.

“Just try,” he said, but by this time I was shaking my head and smiling fondly at him like he’d lost his marbles, so he just laughed and showed me out of the room.

I like my doctor. :D

I started out to write something to celebrate us by, planning on reliving our first date(s); but I got caught up in the beauty of the remembering and I decided I couldn’t share something like this with everyone out there.

And all I really wanted to say, dear, is that I’ve never been so comfortable in a relationship, so loved, so in love, as I am now.

Hard to believe it’s only been a year, but that’s what happens when we’re ensconced in a mutual, respectful love like the warmest of down quilts. Time flies and before you know it, we’ve come this far.

More to come; many, many more.

I love you.

Happy anniversary, Mister Fantasy.

<3

Seen in Cold Storage at Great World.

Probably not a good name to have on a box. Couque D’Asses. Uh huh.

I found a dead mouse in the computer lab in school.

Yes. A DEAD MOUSE.

I swear it was just lying there innocuously on the teacher’s table, right there, with its insides exposed and all. Damn disgusting. I picked it up by the dangly bit and brought it back to the staff room to show everyone, amid much commotion.

I took pictures of the dead mouse. But I understand that not everyone can stomach pictures of a dead mouse with its insides showing…so only click if you are prepared to see the photos. Warning – can be a bit unnerving for people who are not comfy with death and, er, dead things, and innards.

it’s not a pretty sight, I warn you. (more…)

Was Adidas having a sale on fugly colored shirts? Is Liverpool in such dire need of funds that they need to buy these fugly colored shirts?

Liverpool’s Euro kit 2008

Liverpool’s Away kit 2008

Someone needs to be fired from the jersey design team.

Seriously, these are some of the ugliest soccer shirts I have ever seen.

:/

Time passes quickly and before you know it, you’ve spun through phases in life like an electric mixer through batter, until everything’s blended together into one smooth memory.

I remember not knowing what braids were called, and begging my mother to do them for me, you know, Mommy, the hair goes this way and that way and it’s like criss-cross but it’s not, because even then I understood that little girls were supposed to look pretty.

Band room, in school, doing 120 push-ups next to our conductor while the entire band went on with practice. My conductor made me start from zero when I had gone up to 80, just because she couldn’t believe I’d done them that fast; even though my friend had been keeping count and stood up for me. And then the second time she made me start over again.

Getting confirmed in church, and then leaving church. For five years.

Was it really seven years ago we were standing in St. Andrew’s Cathedral, muttering quietly, one, two, three, four, turn as we solemnly sang the school hymn? Falling asleep right there in the front of the church, in full view of all, because I had the shittiest migraine and was medicated half into a coma just so I wouldn’t miss commencement. I refused to miss commencement.

University. Post-grad.

They’ve all flown by so fast.

And through all that, there are still some friends that have remained constant and a part of my life.

No matter how things change, some things always stay the same.

How blessed can one get?

There are some times I love my kids, and some times I want to bend them over my knee and spank them soundly.

And then there are the times I want to hug them and feed them candy, times when I laugh so hard at their silliness and jokes that I literally stop class to laugh.

But then there are the times when they completely frustrate me and make me want to drive my fist through a wall.

I go through an entire gamut of emotions in a single day. Lucky I’ve always been the kind of person who can get mad fast and let go fast as well. That’s a really, really necessary quality in this line of work.

It’s tiring (280 scripts to mark, wail sob moan groan sigh) but rewarding.

I just have to keep telling myself that.

:(