krismissy things

its that time of the year again.

the true meaning of xmas has been lost in a flurry of dealing with xmas shopping, putting up trees and finding the right outfit... the spirit of xmas seems to be trying not to kill yourself, or anyone else when trying to find parking at the over-full shopping malls.

*sigh*

on the upside, there are just a couple days left till i get to go on holiday. 9, for that matter. and i cant wait.

my christmas list includes:
- spending time with my bf [who i only see about 4 times a year, for a couple days at a time]
- spending time with my family [extended family, havnt seen them much at all]
- id like the opportunity to make some cakes and tarts for the fam before going to bf's fam's place for xmas for the 3rd consecutive year. i like baking. my mums already done the fruitcakes. which are divine.
- and a silver charm bracelet / watch combo.

[materialism, you can't really escape it most of the time]

and tomorrow is the "tropical" year end function... yeah. should be interesting.

who knows what the new year will bring...

bright green companion

sometimes, like this morning, my ignorance serves me well.

i got into my little car, same as any morning, to go to work. I switch on my radio, Rammstein tells me the sun is coming this way. I back out of the driveway of my parents' house and absently wonder if I'll ever be able to afford a place of my own.

i shift to first gear and turn into the road, when i notice for the first time a bright green grasshopper chilling on my windscreen wiper. As i shift to 2nd and 3rd, i see him wriggle his antennae. The further i travel on my way to work, the higher up on my windscreen my little green friend travels.

halfway to work, he turns to face the road. he is a bit of an exhibitionist, as he shows me his bright yellow derrier, antennae blowing in the wind. he seems to be enjoying the ride.

i turn into the parking area at the office. and switch off my engine. a pang of regret seizes me. i wonder if my little green friend had family where i so callously took him away. and i wonder if il ever see him again, knowing i probably won't.

such are the vulgarities of life.

more delirium

at night

no rest for the wicked.

for valour!

honour!

be vigilant and never fear.

there is a release in death that cannot be attained in life.


even with nothing to say, i have a manner of repeating it.

be still and know

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wretched retching

this is my life. what should i be doing with it??

?

On drugging pain with patience

"There are souls that are created for one another in the eternities, hearts that are predestined each to each, from the absolute necessities of their nature; and when this man and this woman come face to face, these hearts throb and are one; these souls recognize "my master!" "my mistress!" at the first glance, without words uttered or vows pronounced."

- Anna E. Dickinson, What Answer?

ive been a bad bunny

so, i havnt gotten around to blogging much lately. sure, inspiration has come and gone... but, i just havnt had the time...

the fascist capitalist bosses have given me more responsibility, you see. i am in a constant state of freaked-outness. coz, i am now the audit senior on this project. and my deadline is next week. and i dont think my minion and i are gonna make it. ... ... ...

*the horror*

ive been coming to the office early and leaving late and working nights [all free, of course.] i do wanna do a good job, you see.

**sigh**

anyway, forgive my absence. i try to visit as much as possible...

5 more weeks to the decemeber hols....

CANT BLUDDY WAIT!!!