nasty gal dress, Vans saddle shoes
what, you never stared at the floor for fun before?
what, you never stared at the floor for fun before?
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
i dreamt i ate a delicious turkey and cheddar cheese sandwich on a rainy day in a quaint sundry shop by a mysterious cliff…
now that’s something that’ll only happen in dreams, delicious turkey sandwiches.
fuckin hate turkey.
But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.
Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them–
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
– Sylvia Plath
i feel like people take me less seriously even though i am usually dead serious because i resemble an emo teddy bear with bangs and a button nose.
my nose is not a toy.
i remember when i used to stay up nights as a prepubescent teenager re-re-re-reading all the Harry Potter books – at least up until Goblet of Fire. i remember getting upset at how they didn’t put the Sphinx in the movie because i genuinely wanted to see Harry mingling with a weird creature from Ancient Egypt. i remember my enthusiasm fading as i sped through the fifth book: Ms Rowling, to put it mildly, tanked from the fifth book onwards. to honour the rest of the series, i duly bought them all on the day it was released and finished them. i remember when Dumbledore died in the sixth book, and i was strangely unmoved despite my love for his white scraggly beard and half-moon glasses. i pictured a more honourable death on Dumbledore’s behalf, not one where he was simply struck by Avada Kedavra and boom he falls dead to the floor. i was more upset at the fact that he died that way than the fact he died per se.
and the end of the Deathly Hallows…! my blood boiled. i had everything in the Wizarding World mapped out in my head: every dingy alley, the gardens by the Great Lake, every cloaked wizard and witch sitting at the Three Broomsticks. and then she comes and rudely throws the ending of the Deathly Hallows at us. from a kid who used to spend nights reading and writing 10,000 word strong fan fiction stories (all unpublished and destroyed along with my childhood), she totally doused the nerd flame in me. i know we’re not supposed to be bound by what authors write or say, but ultimately, i have come to realize that this is my not my world. it is, in every way, Ms Rowling’s empire.
BUT REALLY? DRESSING THESE KIDS UP TO LOOK LIKE DOWDY OLD PEOPLE HOLDING ON TO THEIR PHOTOSHOPPED YOUNGLINGS AT THE END OF THE MOVIE? REALLY?
P.S. was never a fan of Bonnie Wright as Ginny Weasley. i always imagined Ginny to be some hot redhead. Like Jessica Rabbit. not even in an imaginary world could that happen. insert stupid joke about Rabbits and Magic in here.
P.P.S. in twitter speak, this entire entry would just read #harrypotter #nerd #supermajorspoiler
I writhed around in pain for a while, not unlike the previous time. God, these are soooo bad – for the bowels. If you want to feel every orifice in your body burn, try this shit. But, I don’t really see a point of complaining when I enthusiastically ordered this for the second time in two months, even though it felt like I’d eaten the sun previously. I am iron man, yessirree.
Also, we tried their Friday pork specials. I felt this was unimpressive in flavour and texture compared to the one at El Cerdo in Kuala Lumpur. My sister became more belligerent than usual with me once when I told her I went there without her. I come from a warm family.
BUT the warm chocolate pecan pie with vanilla ice cream was dee-vine.
Don’t you love it when desserts and drinks aren’t mind blowingly sweet when you expect them to be? I’m not typically a chocolate pie kind of girl, but this was spot on in terms of getting the balance between bitter and sweet right. Conversely, I had sweet tea at Chick-fil-a at the airport last night, expecting it to taste like regular iced tea, but I had a headache after one sip. Maybe now everything will taste less sweet than it actually is. Ahh, my pancreas.
BTW – outfit.