Yuck

So I went to visit my nephew again and my sister let me burp him :]
It was fun till he burped up some milk.
At least I had a burping cloth on >x<;

Xanthippe

Xanthippe: Ill Tempered Woman




Why couldn't people just say that? An ill tempered woman. Why bother coming up with some fancy word that's hard to pronounce? Sure it saves you some syllables... But is it really necessary? I think not. You could always just call her a Harpy. That has the same effect and it's a better known word. 

Waterworks

So we're opening our pool so everyone can come over the last day of school and party. It'll be nice. It's like a prelude to all the graduation parties to come and the beginning of our next move into life.

As daunting as it may seem sometimes I'm happy to know I'm not the only one who thinks this. I realized how hard it is to voice these opinions. But once their out and you know you're not alone the world seems like a much brighter place.

The worst thing I think someone can go through is the feeling of being alone. But the thing is, there are so many people in the world that there has to be someone else who feels the same way. The hard part is finding them and managing to say what you need to say.

There's this movie 'It's Kind Of A Funny Story' and I feel like it's my life in a nutshell. The meaning of the movie hit home in so many different ways, I was crying.

Sometimes I wish that I did have a reason like 'I was abused' or 'I was raped'. Because it would make my problems more logical. I can't really explain why I had my meltdown. But I guess it's because everything built up over time and I just couldn't go on. Either way I'm feeling better and everything I've gone through makes me what to help others in the world.

Vibrant

Life is looking a lot more vibrant these days. My Nephew was just born yesterday at 7:34 in the morning. He's the cutest thing in the world. Baby Terrence is so sweet and quiet~! He takes after his dad a lot. I'm glad I'm here and around to see him grow up. I can't wait to spend time with him. He's the first one in a new generation in our family. He's barely 24 hours old but I'm so proud of him :]

School is almost done and Ball is around the corner ^^ I'm glad I'm going with a bunch of friends. And I'm glad I'm well enough to be starting school up again. Even though I'll only have two weeks left. It's exciting and sad all at once. But I know that I'll always keep a special place in my heart for my friends. They are the greatest and I don't think they know how much they have really helped me without having to do much of anything.

I know what I plan to do in the near future and I'm not worrying about anything else. One step at a time. My anxiety is down and my depression seems like it happened decades ago. I've never felt so glad to be alive.

Under

Under the stairs was a little door, too small for anyone, except maybe a mouse. It was so odd, it had a little handle and a door knocker. I tired to open it a few times but it was always stuck. So one day I decided to knock. And to my suprise there was a jiggle and a wiggle as if someone was trying to open it up! After a moment the door flew open, sending a wave of dust in the commotion. A little mouse picked himself up where he had fallen, and dusted his top hat off in a huff. He fixed his vest and put his monocle back on. He looked up at me in surprise, but nodded his head as if to say 'hi'.

I nodded back and put my head to the floor, hoping to get a view beyond the door. The little mouse back up as I did and from what I could see was a world beyond belief. It looked like a little city set back in the ages. My eyes widen and a moved a little closer, only to have the door slammed on my nose. I rubbed the spot on my nose and looked at the door in wonder. Who knew such a thing was here! I pressed my ear to the wall and heard nothing at all. I pouted in defeat and knew to retreat but I would be back again to see.

Tumble

Turning over and over again,
Upside down, right side up,
Maze of colors,
Blue, green, brown and such,
Lying face up all covered in brush,
Exhausted, but that was so fun~

Simple

It was supposed to be simple really.
The directions were right there...
But then why does it seem so impossible?
I'm on my last piece of fresh paper.
I'm gunna do it right this time.
...
It really isn't simple.
Even though it says 'For Beginners' on the front.
Now I'm out of paper that's not mutilated...
I'll never be able to make an origami boat.

Refreshing

'There is nothing as refreshing as this,' Gazelle thought as he laid in the large oak tree at the edge of the forest. The sun was set up high but the large and looming branches of the tree shaded him nicely and the breeze cooled off any sweat left from his walk out.

He had just escaped the clutches of his elder sister for scaring costumers off again. Something about it being bad for business. Gazelle didn't care if people came to the shop or not, as long as he got to do what he enjoyed, train. Gazelle trained so much so that it seemed like a religion to him. Many thought he was just training to be prepared to enlist in the Empire's Military, but Gazelle had much higher ambitions than that.

He wanted to live a fairly simple life. Being a nomad and traveling where ever he pleased. No one would bother him and if they did he could defend himself quiet well. He was sick of the ridge rules of society or the demands the Empire placed on it's people and he just wanted out.

In a sense training gave him a way out. Not for the pay off that would come in the future but for the now. It let him escape into his own world of burning muscle, fierce determination and solitude. He enjoyed the fact that no one bothered him when they saw that sword in his hand. And that no one dare approach when he managed to find a wrestling partner stupid enough to think that had a shot at him. The only one who dared to interrupt was his sister Rhapsody. Not even her husband had tried to interrupt when he first saw that cold look smoothed across Gazelle's face.

It was refreshing to know he had at least one escape for the time being.

Quest

It had always been my dream. Ever since I grew up listening to my mother tell me old Wivestales. I loved the lore of it all. The gallant fights of the brave men fighting for what they believed in, the triumph of acquiring their boon. The joy and praise they received from their home town and even sometimes the King or Queen themselves.

I always wanted to go on a quest. One full of adventure and mystery and excitement. That's what I dreamed of. Excitement. It's what my common life needed. I needed it to live fully. To live like those rogues who wandered past our little farm house at night.

The day I knew my quest began was the day I knew I was finally getting the excitement that severely lacked in my life. I heard rumors in the town's tavern when my father had asked me to deliver a cartful of ale. There was a group of rambunctious Plainspeople who were talking animatedly of what they witness out South, towards the Dead Wastes.

They were talking of great Giants, who were unexpectedly nice. Of nymphs who seduce men and women alike only to ripe out and consume your souls. Of the people-animals they referred to as Tribe of the Korah, fierce warriors and a group of very proud people. I was so enthralled in their story I hadn't even noticed I had moved forward until I was just behind them listening intently like the rest of the Traven goers’ about.

One woman caught my eye as she finished her part of the tale and raised her eyebrows at me. She looked me over as if inspecting a horse. She nudged the man next to her and gestured towards me and whispered something lost in the throws of conversation. I felt exposed all of a sudden and the need to leave. But as I turned about the woman got up and approached me. She was nearly as tall as me, taller than any woman I had ever seen before. She had the distinctive looks of a Plainswoman: White washed hair, a tanned complexion, black lips and abnormal piercing gold eyes. Her eyes were outlined in black only enhancing the fierce look in them. She had tattoos that spiraled away from her eyes and down the sides of her face, as if she were wearing a mask.

She grinned at me and from her mouth I could see the flash of sharpened teeth, glinting at me.

"Hallow Curious Un', why leavin' so?" Her accent wasn't as heavy as the others at her table but it was a bit broken.

I tilted my head and cocked an eyebrow. I was feeling uncomfortable but knew better than to ignore a Plainsfolk. It was a great insult to them. "How de'. I have to be gettin' back to work. Ale doesn't deliver itself," I nodded a polite goodbye and tried to pass her but she side stepped with me, clearly wanting something.

"Ah~! You the farm with all the sweet mintka!" Her smile (if you could call it that) brighten right up. She yelled something back to her group and they gave a roarous cheer and called a few remarks back in Tolldi, the native language of the Plainsfolk.

I could only assume 'mintka' meant grapes for our small farm house did have quiet a large vineyard growing. "Yes, that would be the farm I live on. Now if you'll excuse me I really must be going," I didn't really want to go but I felt the need to leave as soon as she had locked eyes with me. Something about it had set me uneasy and I did not enjoy it.

"Ah! Ah! Ate! Ate!" She stepped in front of me again. "Ale full tonight. Room to settle in barn for night, ah? We pay good. An tell more tales of the South. Maybe even Curious Farm Un' would like to join in travels? Makola," She gestured to the man she had been talking to about me, he gazed at me with a hard expression and gave a solemn nod. His light grey eyes quiet frankly disturbed me. And his face tattoos didn't help. It looked as if he was crying tears of blood, from his dark painted eyes. "He thinks right of you. He says you have strong an brave soul. Very good goose when moving South. Much needed!" She nodded her head.

I almost corrected her on the miss use of the word but thought better of it. Plainsfolk were an odd people. No one knew much about them but all who were invited to join them never declined. There was something about them. Something alluring and boundless that everyone sought once they met one. I could understand some of the stories now of how women just left their husbands to traverse off with a Plainsman or how a man left his whole farm for a free life with the Plaispeople.

I could feel the pull. And I knew I needed it. For if I didn't take it I know I would regret it for the rest of my life.

"Alright. Come tonight to the farm, you know where it is?" She nodded her head smiling and showing off her sharpened teeth. "Good. You all can stay in the barn and I will think about joining you,"

Her smile faltered and she looked me in the eye. Studying me hard. "Ah~ Must come. Good for strong soul. Curious Un' is much in need. Nomina the Wise has told me! No think. Just do," And with that she sutured off to her table, relaying the news to her kinfolk.

I found my way out the Tavern and stood there for a long while, wondering what just happened. My need to hear more of the tale was great but the fact of leaving my Farm was scary in a way. Going into the unknown. But it had been all I ever wanted right? What would Father think? Surely he would disagree. His oldest leaving to go with the Plainsfolk. I doubt he'd even let the people stay the night in the barn. But I had already told them they could and going back on my word was something I learned long ago to never do.

Climbing up the cart and heading back out to the Farm I wondered over what to do, what to say and how to go about it all when I got to my father. But I knew I had to go. That resolution I got to as my Farm house came into view.

Penny

She was as sweet as Cotton Candy.
As cheerful as Daylight.
She was the color of Fire Smoke,
But she had the prettiest Green Eyes.
She was Feisty,
But never Mean.
She Loved Me Unconditionally.
I took her for Granted.
I would be lieing if I said I didn't Miss Her.
But I couldn't do anything to stop her Accident.

Every time I look at Him I Think Of Her.
He's the complete Opposite.
He's the color of Dirty Mist.
He has Piercing Blue Eyes.
He's Mean,
And Aloft.
But I Love Him Unconditionally.
He takes me for Granted.
And I would be lieing if I said I Don't Mind.
He is Jasper.
And She was Penny.

But They Both Are Forever Mine.

Overcooked

The pan was crusted with the sad burnt remains of what was suppose to be an egg.
Black smoke rose from the pan and the smoke alarm had just finished going off.
The place reeked of a ashy, burnt, musk.
Scraping as hard as I couldIt was near immpossible to get the remains off the pan.
And after trying so hard!
This was the thrid attempt and yet frying a simple egg was just something I couldn't do...
I guess it's back to cereal and toast...

New Born

It's coming! It's coming!
Is all anyone can think about.
He'll be here soon, no doubt.
He's going to be adorable.
It's a given.
He's an Andres Family Member.
The First in a new Generation.
I want nothing more than to just hold him.
I'm exstatic! Yet What if I mess up?

Will he be disappointed?
Will he look at me differently?
I want to be the best. The Best Aunt he's ever had.
I want to laugh and cry and hold him.
I want him to know how much I love him.
From the bottom of my Heart.

Milk Tea

Creamy smooth and soft.
Bitter and sweet all at once.
An appaling brown liquid,
Of delicious wistfulness.

Perfect on a hot summer day,
But even better on a cold winter's night.
Hot or Cold,
A Simple thing.
But It brings so much happiness when I'm stuck in between.

Ladybug

To see a ladybug in your dream, symbolizes beauty, and good luck. The dream may be a pun on something that is bugging your (Or a lady's) life.

The book snapped shut with a flurry of dust, sprialing into the air. 'What a bunch of bull,' Lily thought. Normally she wouldn't be even looking at these books of her mother's but she couldn't ignore the fact anymore. Every night she dreamed of this giant forest. Greater than any Red Wood she's ever seen and far more vast than the Rainforest she had watched so many shows about. It was absolutely beautiful and breath taking. The first time she ever dreamed about it she woke up crying and wanting nothing more than to go back.

But now she wished for nothing but for the dreams to stop. They began to turn sour. The forest was rotting and it's light was fading. But most of all, all the Ladybugs had disappeared. They weren't normal Ladybugs... They looked like fairies. They had tiny human like bodies but big black glossy eyes. They could fit in the palm of your hand but they often tried to bite you if you touched them.

They were mischief makers. All of them. But Lily loved them. They played with her. Whether it was a cruel joke or a fun game of hide and go seek. She loved these Ladybugs and was distraught to find them gone one day. They had just up and left this dream of her's. The part of the Forest dying hadn't even gotten near their homes. And now they were gone. And Lily wanted nothing more than to find them again.

Knight

The armour was beautiful. Specically made to suit his every curve and brood shoulders. Yet at the same time it looked impending. Dangerous. Evil.
It may serve it's purpose of protection but at the same time it'll serve it's purpose to kill. Kill the enemy.

The More he though about it the less glorious Knighthood seemed. It had been a nice step up from being a mere page boy but at the same time the Knights he had idolized were immoral men. Indulging in skin and booze, whenever they had the chance. Treating the ones the were suppose to be protecting as dirt under their feet.

Was this really the life he wanted to live?
But who was to say he had to live this kind of life?
He could go rogue. Be like those legends of Robinhood.
Steal from the rich and give to the poor.

But That would be going against the Queen. Someone who knew not of the treachery her soldiers committed. But Loved them without bounds. To go against someone so loyal to him when he had done nothing for her so far, would feel like the greatest sin of all...

Juneberry

It had always been his favorite tree.
It was beautiful... As beautiful as a dying tree could be.
The trunk was twisted off into odd directions and only half of the branches had the pretty white flowers in bloom.
If you walked around the tree you got the impression of all four seasons.
Winter - Bare.
Spring - Blooming Flowers.
Summer - Berries abound
Fall- Leaves desending leaving branches lonely.

The Juneberries that the Summer side held were delicious.
Ripe, sweet, plump and juicy.
Finger staining and good for painting.
This would always be his favorite tree. Even after it died.
There would be no other like it.
Out in the middle of these woods.
It stood alone.

Ignite

A burning sensation dancing across your skin,
A blaze of fire plooming up and above.
So warm, so hot, so addictive. Can't stop.
You're life is on the line but this is what you are.

A vile liquid sits in your mouth.
Just asking to be spit out.
As the flame travels closer; you let it spray.
Yellow, orange, red explode in the fray.
The heat shinges you're lips,
But you smile in happiness.

This is what you do.
You twirl and dance,
With a substance so deadly,
You don't stand a chance.

Haberdasher

I was 37 years old when I first walked into Hans' Haberdashery shop in the year 1887. On first glance the modest shop look like a stockpile of ruffled shirts and torn coats with non descript stains from god knows where. The owner came out of his back room to come and greet me and my fiance Rebecca. The man, Hans, at least I assumed was a stocky boy whom I wouldn't be surprised running wildly through fields of golden wheat. He spoke in a odd accent that I couldn't quite place but if I had to try I would place it somewhere among the polynesian islands. He fit me into a old tattered wreck of a suit capped with a ancient bow tie that was home to the local flea population. I would return to Hans's shop numerous times in my life, sure the shop was musty and smelled like a unique mixture of death and polyester. But it was never busy and Hans always had the perfect suit for any occasion ranging from my wedding, my kid's graduation and even my death. My son Andrew runs the shop now, holding it to it's less than sub par standard and welcoming the one or two customers that would just so happen to wander in. Hans' is a relic of time long gone by, but it's doors (although it has none) will always be open for any young would be suit buyer or dust enthusiast.

Gluttony

To eat, comsume, devour at an unholy rate.
To over indulge.
Can you suffer the sin of Gluttony if you indulge in Life?

Beezelbub was once worshiped for being the 'Lord of Heavenly Dwellings',
Now he's known as the 'Lord of Flies'.
What made the dramatic change?

Fluent

"Ohiayo!" The morning was crisp.

"Daijoubuka? ... Miyagi-Chan?" A nod of the head and a smile for reasurance. Still not believing but pushing the problem aside for the moment her friend goes on. Though Miyagi only catches the last bit.

"-kimi ga iru tawagoto no fukoru!" Miyagi stops and looks at her friend in quizzical annoyance.

"Nani?" Her friend just laughs.

All around them people hustle on with thier own days. Heading down into the subways, onto buses, into taxi's and pushing their way through the streets. Miyagi is caught up in all of this, barely paying attention to her friend's chit chat. All the signs are in a different language, nothing really makes sense besides the random stop sign or exit sign above the doors. The currenecy is odd too. Green bills with old peoples faces on them, marked in numbers she's only barely fimiliar with. She's only here visiting her friend but she knows she should have brushed up on her English. Though her friend is fluent enough to get them both by, Miyagi feels lost in this strange yet oddly fimiliar world.

Elusive

Not under the bed...
Not behind the dresser...
Not in my pants pocket...
Not even under the couch cushions!

Clothes sent flying,
Tables brushed off clean.
Chairs tipped over,
and even the laundry hamper is emptied.

All for a phone,
Sitting comfortably on a pillow atop the bed.

Detector

Lock on!
Target in sight!
"All is a go,"

Lock and loaded.
Now to wait.
"He's got a radar detector,"

Now you're the one in sight.
He's locked onto you.
"It's time to run,"

Telling A Fortune

You will take a strange journey...
From the Sea to the Sky.
All around you you will find,
Lost scenery from a land before time.

Breath taking as it maybe,
Don't you dare forget where you will be.
This Lost Land of wonder and joy,
Is the first step to finding the boy.

Remember what he said to you so long ago,
"I promise!" Now it's your turn to go.
He's waiting in the place he promised.
Awaiting with arms stretched out and smile at it's brightest.

Castle

Spiraling towers and long stone walls.
Guards keeping look out, with soft lantures aglow.
Tucked away in their beds, everyone sleeps.
The King And Queen, bed warmed by coals, slumber peacefully, all too known.
Mice skitter and scatter through the pantry at night.
Unbeknowest to the cook, which this would surely fright.

Dark clouds roll over the valley in the night.
Blocking out the stars and every drop of moonlight.
Thunder is thought to be heard in the distance.
A long low rumble traveling through the moutains.

Guards turn their heads as the sound gets louder.
This is no thunder but a seige of the tower.
Men and horses abound,
Arrows flying without a sound.

The Guards go down one by one.
As the Gate is lurched open, the enemies act as if they've won.
Knights have prepared themselves, waked from a wonderous sleep
Slightly they move now towards the keep.

At all costs the King must be saved.
The Queen is in hysteria about the children becoming slaves.
Knights bustle them out through the back of the Castle.
It seemed the enemy troops were prepared for the hassel.

The End is near,
Everyone fears.
The Castle is theirs for the taking,
Unbeknownest to all a miracle was in the making.

Belphegor

Known For Many Things.
A Prince Of Hell,
A Demon of Sloth,
A Courier Of Vanity.

Grotesque. Evil. Lord Of The Openings.
Tempter of Wealth And Riches.
Bringer Of Depression.

While Lady Gaga May Find Herself Clinging To Judas. I Find Myself Clinging To Belphegor.

Appease

To Follow Demands.
To Meet All Requirements.
To Make Sure Your Happiness Is Above All.
To Do As Told Even If I Disaprove.
Why?
Maybe It's To Avoid Conflict.
Maybe It's Because I Like To.
Either Way I Live To Please You.

Paradise of Strangers

Swirling Figures
Dancing Lights
Colors Beyond One's Delight
Exquisite Food
A Heavenly Breeze
Sunset Scenery
This Must Be A Dream!

Looking Around You Spot Someone You Know
Running Full Speed Scream, "Can You Believe!"
But As You Get Closer
You Realized You're Mistaken
You Apologize Profusely
Looking Around You Don't Spot Anyone You Know

But That's Not Right...
You Weren't Here Alone
Were You?

Number Three Most Read Book In The World

Harry Potter.
I was suprised at the list that I hadn't read mostly any of the other books.

400 Million Copies. I find that insane. But I think the book deserves it. It's not only entertaining but all the thought put behind making up a new world, combining real world events with fictional events. Taking things like common fairytales and showing a whole different light on it. It gets you thinking.

I've read a lot of fantasy books. But I think it was all because of Harry Potter that I even got into Fantasy. It's inspiring to the point that I want to write a Novel one day :]

Finishing Unspoken Words

One Day We'll Stop Waiting For Change
With Our Hands in Our Pokects

Stop Wishing Through Windows
We Know Have Been Shut

And Surrender Suspision
To a Smudge On a
Chemical Sky....

One Day We'll Start Making a Diffenence
With Our Hands and Minds Put Togethering
Working Hard

We'll Keep Wishing,
But With The Windows Wide Open
To Connect Dreams And Reality

We'll Retailiate Against Doubt
So Our Future Will Look Bright
With Clear Skies.

Doon Castle From The Loch

This reminds me so much of Ireland. And I really miss it. It's odd because for a while now I've been wanting to get back to living a simpilar life. Well simpilar may not be the right words. It wouldn't be easy living on a farm but for some reason I really want to. And This picture struck home to me. I wouldn't mind milking some cows or going out and feeding the chickens. I always had a love of animals and something about living on a farm and just working hard sounds like a nice distraction from life. You know it's odd. I've heard people say that they think they were born in the wrong era. But I've never heard anyone say they think they were born in the wrong area. And I can't help but shake it but it kinda feels that  way for me.