the persistent bugger

the white bird just doesn't seem to get the message. when the clan goes for a swim, he's left behind as the other birds nearly have a heart attack to keep ahead of him. during eating time, he'll try and join the others, and he's either chased away or everyone else moves.

i have respect for his persistence and devotion to creatures who seem to show no interest in him, well besides a strong sense of loathing. it's kinda sad though, to see such honourable traits in a bird, while men [supposedly on the top of the food chain because of their superiority] can't even stay committed to something/someone long enough to call them back.

the idea of working hard for something and remaining devoted and committed no longer seems to exist in our world. rather then work hard to achieve something, people cheat or steal.

if they see something they want, they go for it, but never stick to it: it's great for one night, or a few hours, but as soon as something is required, or some sort of commitment is to be returned, the line goes dead and the idea is absentmindedly discarded.

~good things come to those who work for it~

The Ugly Duckling

So for the past nearly 8 years there has been a family of Canadian geese living in my yard. The two that started it all were named (by me) Freddy and Fiona. 

Now, years later, the number of geese has more then quadrupled! 

Today, however, a new member has joined the group. oh wait, correction, tried to join the group.

A white goose/snow goose/swan (we aren't too sure what it is) was seen among the canadian geese, killing our grass and fertilizing it (or so they claim).  

But while watching these birds hard at work, i noticed their lack of love, affection and charity. In fact, they were downright racist!  

Whenever this poor, spectacular, bird would lower his head for a snack, the 'head goose' (or so i've dubbed him due to his protective ways) would go after him, flapping his wings, lowering his head and screeching (or so i imagined, i can't know for sure due to my being up the hill and in the house). And the white bird would back away.

Now at first i thought it was a coincidence. But it turns out i'm just naive. The goose was most definitely attempting to rid his herd of the outsider. 

So now i see that the tale of the ugly duckling is not just a fable told to young children to teach them about looking past some one's physical appearance. Birds actually act that way!

~remember, that ugly duckling turned into a beautiful swan~

A Perfectly Logical Move

Three times in my life i've been asked to be a bridesmaid. this is the 2nd one that has fallen through.

many of you have heard the story, and for those who haven't, i don't want to get into details. 

but the basis of it is that i was supposed to be a bridesmaid for a [friend] this summer, but due to episodes and actions beyond my control, i tactfully and gracefully stepped down from my position as a bridesmaid.

So now i'm stuck with a dress. a dress that at the time of purchasing i liked. but now, not so much. i guess there are too many memories and feelings attached to it now. crazy how one little thing can have such power over someone.

So a lady that i work with is getting married... and coincidence(?)- one of her colours is purple too! So we were talking about it, and it came around to me describing this previously mentioned dress and she asked if i would perhaps be interested in selling it.

hmmm... selling it, now what would that say? well, it would say [publicly] that i've given up on what could have been, which is true. it could say that i'm ridding myself of all reminders of what was... and that i'm moving on...

so really, in my head, selling is a perfectly logical path, plus i wouldn't be out $50.

not selling, well, first off it'd be a waste cause i'd probably never wear the dress, second off it would serve only as a reminder. and lately, i've been a fan of forgetting.

~as long as this dress doesn't hold (and pass on) the jinx that seems to be resting over my head~

Why must bad look so good

He stands there, with the power to support a nation, casually reclined against an equally seductive truck, with a cloud of smoke hovering about him; a slight turn of his head and glance of his eyes tells me he has noticed me too. The powerful body beckons to me. Oh what an enticing man of mystery.

I remain calm and strive to appear indifferent, doing everything in my power to keep my eyes anywhere but on him- glancing this way and that way like a crazy woman: all the while standing within arms reach to this composed and controlled man of compelling mystery.

His eyes are dark and dangerous. My eyes long to explore more- and my hands along with them. But I have an image to uphold, expectations to live up to. Such actions would create a scandal, cause an uproar- because to them, i'm no mystery: i abide by their presuppositions and continue to hide the truth.

In their eyes i do not stand tall enough to stand with the mystery man who has bewitched my mind.

~because of you~

I Don't want to be Patient

i'm unusual, not so typical, way to smart to be waiting around...

it seems that i run into this same wall of issues more often then i'd like.  Silly decisions or no decisions at all seem to be the path i've been stuck on. afraid of complicating things usually ends up complicating them more than they would have otherwise. 

with no indication of deliverance within view... i'm left sitting, waiting, and wishing, oh and going crazy.

stop merely tipping your toes in and testing the outcome. jump in and enjoy

~the smart move-giving up on the waiting- is coming soon~

as you slip away

we all have a reason, to feel as we do

to hate, to love, to curse, and to fear

each given the freedom

yet some still lack reason and logic

they remain incapable of thinking for themselves,

of acting on their own behalf

on seeing their own faults and admitting it...

so dream on

stay in your world of lies

set-up camp in your isolation

savor the island you've created for yourself

planes will pass unnoticed

content in their truths

un-daunted in their path

~dancing in my own shades of purple~

#%@*#&@

Angry bitter words flood my mind. Such heartless, indecent actions my heart and mind can not even begin to comprehend!

I tried to understand, i tried to talk... wanting to hear your side. but nothing. Silence filled our short time together and i left feeling more confused than before. 

And now... you spend many long minutes... nearly an hour pouring your heart out and trying to explain such actions to a spectator.

I see only cowardice and arrogance in such behaviour...

and no loss for me

~the real angry words i'll keep to myself~

if not sleep, then what?

so there i was, lying in bed, trying to sleep. to get some much needed sleep after a hard busy day. but through the window the light shines. it illuminates my room in a way that makes it impossible to find peace and solace and fall into the rest and recuperation of a good night's sleep.

Yet the light shines in as if this is not a time that i should be sleeping. As if God has another plan for me rather than the one i've been assuming. (for isn't that what night is for... rest?)

i close my eyes and try to ignore the light, but on it shines, relentlessly disturbing my plan. I pull the blanket over my eyes, but to no avail (and i can't explain why).

Leave me be, let me alone. It's been a tough day, this is what i need. I know this is what i need.

... but do i really know?

How do i know this?

Only cause of how i feel and because of what the world (and parents...) has dictated to me for years and years.

But what does this world--tainted by sin, by evil, by a clouded vision--know of truth and genuine need?

So, instead of sleeping, i wrote this--in search of a light (or perhaps in this case, an extinguisher for the light).

My eyes grow heavy, and i feel i may have stumbled across something important. Something that will entice my thoughts for days. And perhaps even lead me down new roads...

But for now, it will leave me to rest, for the light fades, and sleep calls to me.

~time to re-think the thoughts of a sinner's ways~

the fork still lay beside

For a while now, something has been bugging me. And when i say i while i mean about 4 months and 22 days.

And that is this:

 Upon choosing that sweet, rich, perfectly chocolate piece of heavenly cake, (yours may not be chocolate.... but mine will) nowhere does it say that you must then, immediately following your selection, consume the cake.

Just keep it in front of you for a while. Look at it, and enjoy it. It's yours, so there is no urgency in going further at this point.

So don't rush. Enjoy. It's yours from now till the end of time.

~a small taste of heaven~

Scars are Beautiful...?

So i know i've been known to stereotype guys, i know it's unfair to some of you, but until you personally prove to me otherwise, this is how i'll see you. (though i've been known to be easily mislead)

I learned my lesson when the one person that had convinced me of my biased ways ended up being the one to VERIFY each of them! So i've had to return to my earlier ways of thinking.

I'm ok with it, as i see it as [almost] justified. And if you want, in return, you can stereotype me to your little hearts content.

It seems that grounds for such mentality can be found in a number of places though, one is through this previously mentioned guy, and another in an early 19th century writing by the famous poet, Lord Byron.

He knows from his own feelings and actions, of how the male race is, and he sees how unfair women's lots in life can be.

He writes in his masterpiece Don Juan:

Alas! the love of a women! it is known

To be a lovely and fearful thing;

For all of their upon that die is thrown,

And if 'tis lost, life hath no more to bring

To them but mockeries of the past alone,

And their revenge is as the tiger's spring,

Deadly, and quick, and crushing; yet, as real

Torture is theirs, what they inflict they feel.

They are right; for man, to man so oft unjust,

Is always so to women; one sole bond

Awaits them, treachery is all their trust;

Taught to conceal, their bursting hearts despond

Over their idol, till some wealthier lust

Buys them in marriage--and what rests beyond?

A thankless husband, next a faithless lover,

Then dressing, nursing, praying, and all's over.

Now this may be a bit extreme... but i see some truth in it. Men have a history of their love being fleeting and fickle. Think of one of the most famous lovers of all time: Romeo. First he was passionately in love with Rosaline, then suddenly he's madly in love with Juliet. Had they not rushed into marriage [and death] within the week he may have met someone new to fall wildly in love with!

Sure he's just a fictitious character, but isn't fiction supposed to be an idealized reality?!

Now don't get me wrong, there is still a flickering flame of hope deep down in my heart at the idea of a Romeo or, better yet, a Knight in Shining Armour. If or when he comes however, I won't be to quick to trust, love, or jump up along beside him on that strong steed. (and don't be sick, i mean the horse)

~i just want someone to care~

Presumed Activity

I've been tired these past few days... ok wait, tired doesn't do it justice... i've been exhausted, depleted to nothing, falling asleep in my bowl! It's not been pretty.

So last night, i got home at 8:30ish, and was ready to pass-out (of course spending 2 hours with energetic children is no help). I held out a bit longer though, i called home where i tried to carry on a conversation with my brother and parents... mother told me i failed and should have a drink of warm milk and head to bed.

And so, by 9:45 pm I had climbed the latter to my loft and laid my heavy head on that oh-so-inviting pillow. Within 14 minutes i had passed out (which is pretty dang impressive for me!).

I slept on in peaceful slumber... thankful for no school the following morning when "love love me do, you know i love you, so please... love me do -oooo" rang out, literally.

My phone was ringing somewhere beneath my pillow.

It took me a few seconds to realize what was going on, then a few more to find my phone.

"hello" i said, or at least tried to say.

"where are you?!" it was my roommate, who was sitting in the room next to me.

Checking to make sure i was where i thought i was, i saw i was still in the bed i passed out and responded "in bed."

"Oh, sorry... go back to sleep then."

And we were done.

I returned to dream land (where i was a creeper!) and slept for another 10 hours.

The next morning i discovered that when she came home at 10:30 I was no where to be found (she's a horrible searcher since i was in my bed!) and so when i wasn't home by 11 ish, she called to send me to bed (knowing how tired i had been [thanks mom]).

Ironic, isn't it, that she called me away from sleep to put me to sleep...

So i guess what i've learned from this is i'm not believed to be a responsible person, willing to sacrifice the joys of the night for the benefit of my health.

~a dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep~

Is it too much to Ask?!

I was ready to choose the easy, thoughtless, joyless way... the one which i would pretend to enjoy, to be learning from, and eager about till i was with my most trusted advisors, where i would then rant and complain to an endless degree...

then *cur-plunk*

something new, something intriguing, something with potential and worth my time!

But in following this red dirt road it leads away from things i hold dear, things i look forward to, parts of life that are slowly slipping into the past and this could be my final chance to experience them. 

GAH! decisions, decisions, decisions... probably not huge life changing ones... but one can never be sure, until after the fact. and that's only in predicting what things MAY have been had i walked that other path...

I need flashing lights and neon signs!! small, seamingly non-existent nudges from indiscernible sources do nothing for me!

~ready to be rocked~

Bowing to our Master

So guys complain because girls are difficult to please, mostly because we don't know what we want. And, you know, i can see some sense in that frustration. But really, who truly, one-hundred percent knows exactly what it is that they want... i bet few of you can honestly say you do.

As a girl, i feel that i too have a right to complain about what it is that guys say they want. 

First off, they like boobs. They always have and they probably always will (even if they won't admit it).

But not only do they want boobs (and usually large sized ones at that!) but they ALSO want a tiny waste, no access pounds on the arms, legs, thighs, hips, stomach... And they don't see this as being problematic or too much to handle for us...  Do they not know that boobs are basically FAT and that it's nearly impossible to shed the extra pounds from everywhere except that one place.

But no, it's not asking too much, i mean, it's not like girls do anything else important with their time... oh except becoming superb chefs so they can provide for "mr right" well: so that they can be pigs: enjoy food and put on as much weight as they want, while their girl's starve themselves so as to keep that perfect body they are searching for.

is there no logic... no JUSTICE?!

unfortunately we girls have been brainwashed by guys and the media... we cut back on wonderfully tasting food, spend hours at the gym, pay a fortune for liposuction and fake boobs... and all for what?! A guy that thinks he is 'all that and more,' who will use us until he he's got what he wants then toss us for the newest flavour of the week...

What happened to commitment? What happened to what's on the inside as being important? what happened to love?

~and so we will continue, until a new leader comes forth to lead us on, to a reformation~

Emotional Exhaustion

Girls night. 

A time when emotions are anything but condemned; just let it all out: pretend his head is this cardboard box..., tear this apart like it's her pretty little face, scream at the top of your lungs and see if you can get those icicle to break, dance the dance of bliss... there are countless ways in which once can release their feelings with passion. And it is with the girls that it is most welcomed, accepted, and shared.

The other night more tears were shed between five girls than any male could possible dream of! These tears were shed, not for one of our own sorrows, but for the pain of a fictional character.

Now if you know anything about me, you'll know i feel a certain... connection... with fictional characters.  I don't just feel sorry for them, i feel their pain.

Pain can be released in a number of ways: screaming, writing, breaking things... crying.  And in a movie theatre, the action that best fits those circumstances is crying, unfortunately they do not have personalized tissue boxes along side the cup holder.  Next time i shall suggest these changes to the manager.

It's taken a few days, but i've been emotionally restored to health... Now with dried eyes i'm ready to move on to the next step... Irish boys!

~every time it rains, i get wet~

Aye! Another Sobriquet

It has been a habit of mine, along with friends, to give people (usually strangers), nicknames. Sometimes this nickname is derived from an inside joke, other times from a characteristic they possess which stood out to us as spectators, and there is also the names that have been derived from how/where/why we first saw or noticed this person of unusual intrigue...

For the most part, these fortunate souls are male (because what kind of females would we be if we wasted our precious time observing girls?!)

The most prominent unknown-contender (unknown at the time, that is) in our name game, probably the one that started it all off for me, was and is Nocab.

For over a year he was known, within a small group of friends, as Nocab, and only that. We found it became quite advantageous to us during our countless conversations concerning him, especially when foe lingered near by.

After a time, the dark, mysterious stranger of Nocab became a friend to some and more to others. But his initial title, our introduction of him into our world, will always remain, and never be forgotten.

Over time new players have been unknowingly enlisted upon our playing field. Enter Coffee Guy.

He's been a participant for over a year now, it was random, and he has proven to be an engaging topic over time, but distance and obscurity have always remained.

We aren't creepers or anything!

That is until my roommate decided to share Coffee Guy's story with a friend of ours who also happened to be an acquaintance of Coffee Guy. Now we live in fear of our existence being revealed, our cover being blown . . .

Uneasiness awaits around each corner and foreboding each Tuesday and Thursday classes...

~i shall name him as i please~

ode to a Robot

how silly the world of this and that.  how senseless those surreptitious times. no warnings; just a finger pointing in mockery.

half expecting a jeer of contempt to echo through the silences. 

cast aside those dreams. shut down that over-active imagination. to nowhere they lead you, and with nothing they pass you off.

a time will come when things will fall into place. but worry not your little head about them, for they will be nothing as imagined.

an iron rod strikes you down, just as fantasy was about to win out.

silly dreamer. reckless mind

discard all frivolous hopes. forget those feelings of euphoria.

you can't rush that which is to come. and desiring that which you cannot have offers nothing of value.

so depart from me world of musings. nothing more than a face in the crowd. eyes of wonder turn your gaze away from me, for such power has seduced me from reality.

oh, but a superior world exists among you. for reality is but the matrix i wish to avoid. your presence reigns beyond the chosen path. i crave our distorted life, even if it ceases to exist beyond my mind.

~i offer it all~

with eyes wide closed

there is something in those eyes. a message being whispered through the craze of the crowds. a desperate cry, an indescribable plea...  but they silently slip away into the whirl wind of life, ceasing to seduce. hopelessly searching for another chance. a second chance

it's a dance with time

a tango with fate 

a ripple of dreams

a shot in the dark

a weak cry in the pandemonium

just one more chance

please try once more... 

distress with thrill. look beyond the memories, to a time when one can take flight. holding hands, cries of joy, guilt destroyed, and faith restored. the message no longer lost, but shared. a secret passion to an exposed reality.

 don't hide beneath the doors of normality. now's the time for a defiance of all that has been followed. let the message of your eyes spread: that your actions take on their urgency and your lips their passion. share it.

~a window to your secrets~

Running Back to You

I haven't been myself these days

Trying to see through a deep blue haze

Wondering if my life will ever be the same

Even though the giving-in is easier than startin' over again

Don't expect to hear me call your name

I shout at the walls, hold my breath 'til I fall

But it won't get the better of me

I'll live with the pain until all that remains is the memory

That you used to be

Goin' nowhere fast, put my foot on the gas

Howlin' at the moon

But I won't come running on back to you

I bet you think I'm drinking too much

Spend every moment longing for your touch

That I'm in little bitty pieces on the floor

Well, I made up my mind this'll be the last time

And you held me to my word

The night you walked our future out that door

Don't ask me where we went wrong

You were weak, baby, now I must be strong...

I shout at the walls, hold my breath 'til I fall

But it won't get the better of me

I'll live with the pain until all that remains is the memory

Where you used to be

I won't back down when you come back around

No matter what you do

But I won't come running on back to you

No, It won't get the better of me

I'll live with the pain until all that remains is the memory

Where you used to be

Goin' nowhere fast with my foot on the gas

Howlin' at the moon

But I won't come running on back to you

~your power ends here~

A Path Wrapped in Thorns and Thistles: Yet on we Trudge

There is something about life that can just get you down. Nothing particularly upsetting or nasty can have happened, and yet the heart is heavy and the mind embittered.

A curse has been laid upon the simple pleasures of life. All that once brightened a gloomy day has been torn away, leaving nothing but a score to be settled and a scar avenged.

The road ahead at times appears to be bearable, until a neighbouring traveler remarks on her [or his] great-fortune and joys that are to come. The once faint glitter that could be seen in the reflection now seems dark and dreary beside her's [or his'].
Try hard to resist such comparisons: but once noticed, it is nearly impossible to ignore prominent evidence of splendor among a journey of fog and confusion.

At times distractions of a rambling, fast-forward, high-powered mind fed by a creative, unrealistic imagination gains control of the wheel. But not all road blocks can be transformed into soft landings. Reality, in it's cynical form, mangles and deflates all hopes of the fairy tale objectives.

Re-established on the road of facts and thorns, the only fuel which remains is the fading memories of a once-dreamed life.
And so the road, packed with rushed travelers with no real destination in mind, will continue to lead us on. To nowhere in particular, we go, blinded by neon lights and the Father of Lies.


~I'm gonna smile my best smile
And laugh like it's going out of style
but this learning to live again is killing me~

What saith my Stars?

I am currently writing a paper on God (or the lack of God) in Esther and His providence.
One of the pieces of evidence that scholars have come to see as God's hand in the book of Esther is the many "far-fetched" coincidences.



Now here i am... sitting in what could be a nothing, wondering how to distinguish between a mere coincidence and God's hand in our lives (or more specifically for this point in time: in My life).

Or perhaps there is NO such thing as coincidence and everything is God at work.
Though these ideas running through my head may not be anything but my over-imaginative mind at work (on the wrong things). God could have nothing to do with it and me... and nothing is or will ever to come of it.


Returned glances are nothing special.
People make changes in their lives all the time.
My nosy, curious mind at work moves from topic to topic daily... so this is, in all likelihood, a "flavour of the week" sorta thing . . . Acting solely as yet another distraction from the ever-growing pile of things i must do.



~i changed my stars to find you~

The Last Tears?

Don't worry, it just takes time... it's a part of life.

People grow up and move on.
They make new friends and they lose old ones.

Hoes over bros no longer has significance cause he's not "just a boyfriend..." New life, new priorities, surrounded by improvements.
We aren't in high school anymore, it's time to make big decisions, important decisions, life changing decisions...

Growing up, taking new steps in your life becomes an every day thing. Moving out, buying a house, getting married, graduating, getting a job, going to school...

Maybe not for everyone... For some it's all the same. Like me, my attempt at commitment was, once again one sided. The relationship, that we had said we had thought so long and hard about (or maybe it was just me...) so as not to make a mistake has been thrown out like an old rag, discarded with no second thought, no thought of salvation...

Long term connections and friendships meant nothing.
Cause five page emails were an everyday thing, shared with strangers you meet on the street.

The promises, intentions, and wishes were just for fun, empty words of seduction.

All that took place... and now you're content with "no longer speaking".


Well, that's life.
People grow up, move on.
They make new friends, and they lose old ones.

Nothing to shed a tear about...



~damn the music and that love thing~

Temporary Fix

swallow my mind body and soul
envelop me into your glacial numbness
transfer your influence upon my dominion
such power such placidness
one can not excuse
so utterly appealing to the senses
a solace impossible to deny
despite all order of conviction
all pain promised to be extinguished
for a time

drink on drown it out
extinguish the pain
embrace the senseless world
turn to that which heals
in a simple way
through thoughtless action
adhere to the rules of humanity
ignore that lone voice of reason
it's tardy healing can wait
instant relief

a blank mind


~immersed in folly~

Cloverfield

84 minutes long--including previews. The first 20-30 minutes was an introduction to the characters we'd be following and who we would ultimately watch die some horrific and untimely deaths.

We went through an hour of shaking, plunging, falling video recordings and when the camera was actually focused on the happenings we were exposed to blood, monsters, rats, and death.

It was a film that was destined for two things: to cause motion sickness and to scare (especially young children [oh and the girl beside me with a strong hand squeeze])
But you'd say... it's rated 18A for violence, language, and gore, it should not be an issue whether young children would be frightened by it.

But let i remind you of the multitude of responsible parents in this marvelous world of ours. For within the first minutes of the action in the film, a young girl (and when i say young i mean our estimates for her age were between 5 and 8) seated behind us said "Daddy i'm scared."
And WHAT, you may ask, did this responsible parent do. Well, of course he said "Shit, not this again!" and did nothing at all except perhaps hold her hand...
WHAT IS WRONG WITH OUR WOLRD?!

The movie ended like one of Ibsen's plays, except with less solution and more deaths.
A fellow audience member exclaimed what everyone else was thinking "are you kidding me!?" (we received no answer)

And the boys, well, they've learned their lesson, they know they failed. And so next time... Girls get to choose the movie!


~time for a happy ever after~

How can a Loser ever Win

I want the world to know, especially a few particular members, that i am no longer the girl you can use and dispose-of as desired. A thoughtless compliment will get you nowhere. I will stand firm.

I will NOT be trampled on.

No matter who you may be, what our relationship may have been in the past, or what you've planned for it to be in the future. Easy will have no part in it.
As they've said before nothing truly cherished comes easy. Working hard is a part of life, and from this moment on, one i will conform to (as will you if you wish to gain ground).


~with me, hard will come easy~

Listen... i have nothing to say

speak.

supposedly i have something to say. At least that's what my public speaking teacher says.

me, in public speaking. what was i thinking?! well, obviously i WASN'T. Cause i have nothing to say. at least not to an audience. What i have to say is private, bitter, angry and poisoning: nothing anybody wants to hear or should hear.

My assignment for this bloody class however, is "how i got to this point in time (enrolled in the class)" and "what am i going to do with it".

pfft... how i got there was a moment of weakness... and under the false pretenses that i will overcome this fear and gain some confidence while in front of a crowd.
what i will do with it? use it to torture the two people who got me there for the rest of eternity!

how would that go as my opening, introductory speech? i feel an +A coming on.



-silent as the night-