I composed my first proper rhythm today! I was sooOo Happy! It had a really pwetty tingling picking in the beginning like stars winking at you, and then went into this fun strumming on the same pattern, the kind that you feel when your jumping up and down on your bed... However my bubble was soon burst with a wonderful comment I got “hahahaha....umm..it sounds like an ice cream truck!”....
Ice cream truck?.. I mean icecream truck?! ...Some people have no taste......taste....argh! Well or overactive taste buds!....ice cream ..*woof*

I watched The Little Mermaid with Hashim again. Awwwiieee I love it! And especially that “under the sea”song Sebastian sings with the lil fishiiEes! ..I used to wish I was a mermaid when I was little. Now I sit and dissect the way women have been portrayed in the cartoon. I mean the woman actually sold her beautiful tail for a pair of legs just for a stooopid boy! I would never sell my tail. Too bad don’t have one. Waisay how do mermaids have kids? :S ...I’v never been able to figure that one out.

I had golgappas. The ganday liberty walay! :D.....Theyr yum, but the ones Birjees makes at home are so much better. Shes such an awesome cook. The kind that can make you feel complexed. The other day I tried to make some hot chocolate, but got a little too creative. It was so karwaa, the kind of thing you give kids to throw up when they swallow a keera or something....*yuck* ...I was told to stick to making the teabag tea I make. Saddening it was but true, the only thing Iv made in the last one year. Iv lost my culinary talents. But what about my chocolate fudge brownies, quiche, and pastas! AAaaAaa.. Mom went and got me registered for a one day cooking class while I was asleep. I guess I shouldn’t complain anymore. Atleast I can cut aam, without molesting them now. Hehe... But vickys still afraid of me when I’m holding a knife, especially if it’s a butter knife..umm....I tried to stab him with one once. lol

It’s past four. I cant sleep till seven again. I just know it. I used to think I’m a bear who needs to hibernate every once in a while, well with a year long winter..*ehm* ....But I’m beginning to think mom’s right. I’m a bat. Oh a vampire one! ..muahahaA

I want to tango!
....You think you can keep up? ;)

She lay in her bed, staring at the static fan above her, throwing shadows on the wall. There was a book lying upside down next to her, with creamy off-white pages folded and scribbled on. The walls wore memories in cherry and bottle green frames.

A mahogany brown acoustic lay still against the corner, but she could hear music....not of the patter of the rain, not of trees swaying in the wind, not of tiptoeing love, not the thud of grief. It was the music of a soft breeze traveling through the room, carrying with it moments from the last twenty years. The crackle of laughter, the twinkle of excitement in sparkling eyes, those simple words that just stayed with you for unexplainable reasons, the song that kept ringing in your head, that lonely tear that found a way to trickle down no matter how hard held back.

She wasn’t trying to reflect back in time or echo through feelings from the past. Her finger moved in circles twirling a dark brown lock of hair around it. Her mind was devoid of any thoughts, very unlike her. But everybody needs a break.

It was an alienating feeling. Like a drugged happy numbness, where the walls are just painted deep red, and burnt auburn blotches just blend in, over powered by the background.

Her eyelids felt heavier, and she closed her eyes, being engulfed by the nostalgic fragments of life floating about. There was a peculiar feeling of contentment in her heart, as she bid goodnight to all that was, in waiting of morning, and all that will be....

Madness

The sky is clearer....I can see the stars again
Excess baggage down the drain, neatly folded and packed off to Venus!

The fireplace is lit, and the room is comfortably cozy. There’s mist forming on the glass window pane...I guess its still cold outside...But its ok, I can take it now ;)
I know the way the wind flows and where it doesn’t.
What matters is close, what never should have doesn’t hurt anymore.

Don’t look at the ocean, look at the chilly creek you’re sitting next to with your feet waddling within the currents, filling you with its pattering as it flows over the rocks…and into that river, and sea, and that ocean.....

There is this booOootiful waterfall I saw somewhere in my dreams once...I wish I was there now *sigh* ....But for now life is crazy enough...

Sindee Slickbooty n a shady shaaAdyy barrista ;)
Sexy eyes
Oreo cheese cake
Golden words: Crazy about?
“Time”
Cshang csha schang cshung!

....The wheels keep rolling baby, madness aright ;)