8.25.2004
The title says all! if you can even see it, that is... well, it says stuffed. lol
August 25th, 2004. Dunno why it won't show the date, I've tried numerous times to change it, but then again, it makes me less lazy than I already am. Go figure. It's 9:28. Well, here, let me put it down this way, this is how I'll be putting down the 411 from now on:
Music: Farewell by Yoyo Ma [sorry, I can't get it out of my head, I've been obsessed with Chinese history for quite a while since Lost In Translation by Nicole Mones and the upcoming HERO movie]
Mood: STF! lol my cellphone won't stop ringing...
Book: besides porn [kidding, eckh] um this book something..Manhunt...I can't remember, gah! by John Saul lol
Movie: Hero! This Friday, I hope hehe.
Date: 8:25:04
Ah, there we go. Okidoke! Well, it rained again incessantly throughout the day; I made some Zuppa Toscana and walked to the local supermarket and got some lotion - I swear they're charging way too high on some of those products, bah. GoldBond ultimate therapy lotion is what I got. It better work, haha. Well, it's not like I'm chafing or anything weird. So anyway, we went to the Old Spaghetti Factory for dinner - too bad for me, I didn't even know we were going there, so I ate two cups of soup before we left so I settled on ordering Mud Pie, mmm!! It was soooo delicious, I ate the whole thing, of course not without offering some bites to Jeff and Melissa, duh. Had half a loaf of bread - their butter's exquisite lol - and two Italian strawberry sodas and we got to keep the two "keepsake" glasses that went with them with the Italian flag repetitively stamped around the rim. Yes. I eat that much on a daily basis, shut up lol.
Mel's trying to decide to go ahead with her job's offer on a promotion, meaning heading into a different department but on the same building. She'd have to leave her friends behind, aww! lol Jan is a nut, but she's hilarious and she lets us borrow DVDs from her insane collection that would make Hollywood videos make a run for their money, and the thing is its for free. Friend Discount, buwahahha! lol Scott is also funny. Yeah anyway...trying to set up an account in Photobucket.com so I can upload some daily pictures I take onto here. Okay dudes, see ya late. Can't wait to see that movie Hero! Gah!
;it's something sophiscated.
9:28 PM
8.24.2004
Just a doodle-scribble-doo.
Music for the story: Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon - Farewell by Yoyo Ma
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Tumultous rain would not stop falling. A healing salve on the desolate mixture of sand, dirt and forest. A green levity accentuating nature, life. Each breath taken was something that could not be returned.
He knew precisely the time in which she had awoken. He did not immediately turn to her, away from the window to her small innocent face which stood the test of immorality. She looked no older than a young woman - a girl child, yet her eyes told a different story. A marred soul was what she carried, for that he was too sure of. No girl child carried a blade so heavy as hers. A man's sword.
Girl child made not a sound. He felt her eyes staring, studying, brooding and hard on the back of his head. She must be wondering where her blade is. He had discovered her in one of the pit traps he himself set for any intruders two moons before and now he had brought her in his home. Slowly he pivoted on his heels like his father always used to do, and did not meet her eyes as he made his way nearer to her. From the corner of his eye he could see her body tense, as taut as a drawn bow string. One wrong move and she would have his head. Gently he pressed both fingers of his hands and lifted the bamboo-green teacup from the rickety table nearby, made his way closer before he set himself on his knees.
It was then that he met her eyes as he offered the steaming drink and he carefully studied every plane and line and curve of her face, her clenched knuckles white against the brown winter blanket. Black hair in disarray, deepest of brown eyes searching, looking for anything hidden, a conceiled blade. He did not need one for he no longer took to fighting . . . for there was nothing left to fight for. Her delicate eyebrows slackened from their frown only slightly, her cracked lips parted. The movement was so quick it almost startled him as her hands came to intercept his; suddenly the cup was gone and it was now in her hands, and she drank hungrily as though she had been deprived a fortnight. She did not take her eyes away from him, nor did he make any effort to move away but only to offer more tea from the kettle he had on the floor. She made him fill it three . . . four times before she had her fill, still her eyes full of awareness. Something in those eyes made him yearn for something foreign.
Immorality. That's what it was. Her almond-shaped eyes kept watching him as she slowly drank the lukewarm liquid with one hand. He barely flinched when he felt her fingers brush against his. He looked to her for guidance, something, something.
"Wo bu deng, wo bu zai deng," she whispered.
I am waiting, but then again I'm not.
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;it's something sophiscated.
3:32 PM
8.23.2004
I got a studded belt.
. . .
No, I'm not trying to prove anything, per say, it's just that some slut (and no, I don't divulge titles loosely, it's just that that's what the girl was, a loose slut) stole my studded belt. I've missed that belt since. Now I just went into Vans store today and got one - had to exchange it since one belt I got, the other one with black studs, its loop gave way and the store clerk said that happened all the time. Yeah, well, I still want my belt. Grr. So I got it, hehe. Went with Mel also to Target and got a charger and rechargeable NiMH Energizer batteries for $26.99. What else...um, looked up Shan's vintage cameras...and a friend just got a new camera! Lucky him, meh lol so yeah going back down to Meddy in a week :( Not without going to Washington first, Ape Cave! Near Mount St. Helens. Talking to Jeff about it.
K, I'm exhausted from sitting on my ass :D Bye.
;it's something sophiscated.
11:58 PM
So. Sunday morning. 5:25 A.M. my cellphone alarm goes off. I roll over and punch the shut-up button before it gets another chance to make that godawful noise that sounds like a car-alarm dying. Splashing water on my face in the bathroom, I pull my green hood over my head and ninja-stalked toward Mel's and Jeff's bedroom, and I gently shake awake Mel, and that's all I needed to do, then I slowly made my way downstairs in the pitch darkness, waited on the couch and tried my best to de-fog my head of sleep, clutching my permit and cellphone in both hands.
About 10 minutes later I'm at the Michael's parking lot, in the driver's seat, Mel in the passenger next to me as I stare out the dark rain-streaked window, hearing the soft throbbing of drops on the roof, one of Usher's song humming from the radio. "Geh." I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I look like I'm in jogging clothes."
"You wanna go jogging?" Melissa sarcastically remarked from her seat. I gave her a deadpanned look and released the emergency brake, stepped on the clutch with my left foot, the brake with my right foot and shifted from neutral to first, then checked my windows, adjusted the windshield-wipers to the max. Might as well get it over with. Once the clutch engaged, revved up to about 3 rpm, clutch-in, shifted to second, then to third, and we were outta there.
For about 20 minutes I practiced driving in the black Honda Acura, then I handed the honor back over to my sis, the headed for home. The sky was lightening moment by moment, and sis suggested we have pancake breakfast. It was too early in the morn in the summer for me, so that's why the name of the place seemed to have slipped my mind. "Wow, this is great."
Mel looked over at me as the waiter set down a cup of steaming hot coffee in front of me, then went away. "What?"
"It's great to be among my fellow citizens totally make-up less."
She only gave me a look that was half amusement, half ignorant as she perused the menu. MM, cinnama-sation!! LOL
...
So at around 12 to 1:00pm, there was a party that went on at the house, which was only supposed to be a 'lunch.' Yeah, a lunch that went on till about 5 in the evening. Peter, one of Mel's obnoxious but amusing friends, promised that if I remind him often enough, he'll get me a CD of Adobe Photoshop 7 if I so pleased. Free of charge hehe. Now our fridge is stuffed, just as I will be until it becomes unstuffed. Submitted some new stuff into DeviantArt. Next week we're planning to go to Mt. St. Helens.
;it's something sophiscated.
1:56 PM
