Mar 22, 2006

sometimes

Sometimes I look at other people's lives and wonder why that happiness isn't in mine
Sometimes I walk down the road wondering where it's actually leading me
Sometimes I say something that makes me wonder where those really came from
Sometimes I look at some people and wonder what I had done wrong
Sometimes I look at myself and wonder if I'd ever done anything right.

Mar 15, 2006

All about Lin

Haha yes kak Ila, ni aku curi from your page kehkehkeh....

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Lin!

  1. The average human spends about 30 days during their life in lin!
  2. It's bad luck to put lin on a bed.
  3. During the reign of Peter the Great, any Russian nobleman who chose to wear lin had to pay a special lin tax!
  4. Lin is the only bird that can swim but not fly.
  5. 99 percent of the pumpkins sold in the US end up as lin!
  6. Contrary to popular belief, lin is not successful at sobering up a drunk person, and in many cases she may actually increase the adverse effects of alcohol.
  7. The pharoahs of ancient Egypt wore garments made with thin threads of beaten lin!
  8. Lin can squeeze her entire body through a hole the size of her beak!
  9. The canonical hours of the Christian church are matins, lauds, prime, terce, sext, none, lin and compline.
  10. If you put a drop of liquor on lin, she will go mad and sting herself to death!
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Mar 8, 2006

When sleep eludes me

When sleep eludes me
It's five past one in the a.m. and my eyes are still wide open.
When I was a kid I had this somewhat macabre way of putting myself to sleep. It didn't work all the time, but enough times to make me attempt it again and again.
The thrill it gave me is the same reason why we go on rollers coaster rides or watch horror movies that we know would scare us silly. It's that jolt we sometimes need to remind us that we still have a pulse. I've only recently been able to articulate it as...feeling alive.
How? I'd scare myself to sleep.
The subject of my horror always lays half in darkness, his only visible features are the eyes, bloodshot and bulging. Arms by his side, he stands there watching me, at my bedside. Sometimes he's at the window, fingers gripping the grill and face pressed up against the glass. I'd imagine his rasping breath, wheezing and wheezing, the stench of rot floats over me. The clearer I see him in my mind, the more real he'd become.
Pretty soon I'd be curled up in a tight ball of limbs and covers.
My eyes are shut tight against the horror that was watching me, simply watching me, not making a sound but I can him saying, "I'm here. I know you're awake. You summoned me from your wildest imagination and here I am. Open your eyes and see me...."
This would be about the time I pull the covers way over my head and drown my face in my pillows.
Oh crap, I'm still sitting in front of my pc...