Gonna go bug my cute boyfriend.
Well through text, for now. :)
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Shimmy on down
I have created a new blog just for my writing. So I don't have to shuffle through a bunch of posts trying to show people my work, quickly before they find something more flashy with bright lights to pay attention to. If you know what I mean. So this will simply be just updates and the random babble that comes out of my fingers on occasion from day to day.
Shimmy on down to : son--risa.blogspot.com
And have a blast.
Shimmy on down to : son--risa.blogspot.com
And have a blast.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
My new obsession
Apparently my newest obsession is baking, well I can't say newest cause I get into moments where I have baked a lot. But it wasn't until now that I have been wanting to get more creative with my baking and expand my skills. The males ( I say males and not guy cause it includes my brother) in my life are very happy about this. I have been constantly going through blogs and site looking for something that doesn't reach too far beyond my budget, yet it seems more and more that if I want to get creative I am going to have to buy more supplies that would normal not have a use. In addition I am already running out of flour and sugar as it is. I am thinking of adding another blog to keep track of all the recipes I have been collecting and take pictures of the ones that I make, as well as little tweaks that I make. Sounds good. I'm excited, I wish my school offered a course in baking.
The only problem is budget, I would love to just bake these and give them away but I can not afford that, and I surely can not eat all these myself.
Little wish-list to myself for Christmas
- A fun cookbook
- Butt load of cooking supplies i.e. nutmeg, vanilla, powdered sugar, flour, rolling pin.
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The only problem is budget, I would love to just bake these and give them away but I can not afford that, and I surely can not eat all these myself.
Little wish-list to myself for Christmas
- A fun cookbook
- Butt load of cooking supplies i.e. nutmeg, vanilla, powdered sugar, flour, rolling pin.
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Top
Wrote another poem tell me how it is:
A top hits the table,
the forceful first spin sending it into a fearless frenzy
tip to wood gliding intimately against one another
yet after the initial pull
it finds fear in every second later
it may crash down hard against the once supportive table
perhaps to the ground, out of control and losing it all
Now every dizzy moment is spent
anticipating the end
bumping roughly against guiding hands
held up by the wooden table
threatened by the edges
hug onto those corners for dear life sweet spinning top
for any mistake could spell the end
A top hits the table,
the forceful first spin sending it into a fearless frenzy
tip to wood gliding intimately against one another
yet after the initial pull
it finds fear in every second later
it may crash down hard against the once supportive table
perhaps to the ground, out of control and losing it all
Now every dizzy moment is spent
anticipating the end
bumping roughly against guiding hands
held up by the wooden table
threatened by the edges
hug onto those corners for dear life sweet spinning top
for any mistake could spell the end
Red Handed
The other day, caught someone starring from across the room.
It's always weird when you're minding your own business and then all of a sudden you find yourself unconsciously turning around into the eyes of someone else. Especially when you are sitting right next to your boyfriend. Oh well.
It's always weird when you're minding your own business and then all of a sudden you find yourself unconsciously turning around into the eyes of someone else. Especially when you are sitting right next to your boyfriend. Oh well.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Drain
Wrote this spontaneously and has thus been abandoned
I wake to realize that every smile and sweet feeling was nothing but a dream that continued when I lay my head down each night, pausing only for the calling sun. I come to realize that means that true life must be emptiness, without the colors of light and early morning skies painting my walls and those closest to me were nothing but a wish from inside my mind. Looking around, there is a tinge of darkness that fills the room, even when the sun shines through my window, highlighting those little dust molecule rays floating in the air, it seems to be unsaturated as if the color has been drained out by a pin or a needle. What else is there to do then but shrug it off and lay back down on this drool stained pillow.
As I do,my world comes back to me, that ever present field always lush and green, the grass that seems to go on forever and sways in the wind like ocean waves, it never seems to grow too tall yet it never seems to wither away. Beyond in a distance, that lovely house, it must be my home. I dream of it constantly so then it must be mine, right? Well its pink for starters, that rustic pink that seems to be just barely clinging onto the two story walls, oh and my favorite part. I never remember what this darn thing is called, the window, it is pushed and you can sit on the edge and look out of it anytime you want, I just adore it. This house, it sit under the most luxurious tree, with beautiful thick branches that shoot out powerfully, holding the wright of green leaves and plump acorns. They seem to reach so high, I'm sure they converse with the clouds on a daily basis, I'm sure of it. Yes this home of mine, I can always walk up to it and feel like an ant compared to its height and I could look at every surface of its outside, and simply be amazed, but when I step inside its marvelous doors. Well, dust is the word that comes to mind. Its a curious little place, a staircase right in the center of the room, the lower lever, I can never seem to remember much of it when I wake, all I know is there sits a staircase smack dab in the middle of it all. When walking up the staircase, creaking under my weight, I peek my head slightly to see the top of the stairs before ascending fully to the second floor, and by now my hands have collected years and years of dust that has settle itself onto the soft white railing. Standing on the top step of the staircase, in the middle of the room mind you, there are four rooms, vacant. One room though, to my right has a simple light pink crib, it hasn't been moved in years and bares cob webs where the rocking would have chased them away. That too, is in the center of the room. The other rooms need not any mentioning because they are completely vacant except for the dust that is overpowering the home holding the floors hostage, taking control of the air, making any trespasser cough and choke on brave dust soldiers.
I wake to realize that every smile and sweet feeling was nothing but a dream that continued when I lay my head down each night, pausing only for the calling sun. I come to realize that means that true life must be emptiness, without the colors of light and early morning skies painting my walls and those closest to me were nothing but a wish from inside my mind. Looking around, there is a tinge of darkness that fills the room, even when the sun shines through my window, highlighting those little dust molecule rays floating in the air, it seems to be unsaturated as if the color has been drained out by a pin or a needle. What else is there to do then but shrug it off and lay back down on this drool stained pillow.
As I do,my world comes back to me, that ever present field always lush and green, the grass that seems to go on forever and sways in the wind like ocean waves, it never seems to grow too tall yet it never seems to wither away. Beyond in a distance, that lovely house, it must be my home. I dream of it constantly so then it must be mine, right? Well its pink for starters, that rustic pink that seems to be just barely clinging onto the two story walls, oh and my favorite part. I never remember what this darn thing is called, the window, it is pushed and you can sit on the edge and look out of it anytime you want, I just adore it. This house, it sit under the most luxurious tree, with beautiful thick branches that shoot out powerfully, holding the wright of green leaves and plump acorns. They seem to reach so high, I'm sure they converse with the clouds on a daily basis, I'm sure of it. Yes this home of mine, I can always walk up to it and feel like an ant compared to its height and I could look at every surface of its outside, and simply be amazed, but when I step inside its marvelous doors. Well, dust is the word that comes to mind. Its a curious little place, a staircase right in the center of the room, the lower lever, I can never seem to remember much of it when I wake, all I know is there sits a staircase smack dab in the middle of it all. When walking up the staircase, creaking under my weight, I peek my head slightly to see the top of the stairs before ascending fully to the second floor, and by now my hands have collected years and years of dust that has settle itself onto the soft white railing. Standing on the top step of the staircase, in the middle of the room mind you, there are four rooms, vacant. One room though, to my right has a simple light pink crib, it hasn't been moved in years and bares cob webs where the rocking would have chased them away. That too, is in the center of the room. The other rooms need not any mentioning because they are completely vacant except for the dust that is overpowering the home holding the floors hostage, taking control of the air, making any trespasser cough and choke on brave dust soldiers.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Did it hurt
When you fell, From he-eeaven
Got that song in my head all day:]
Recently I saw a person around campus and thought I want to be their friend I don't know why but I do. Funny I should mention that on my aimless walk around campus by myself today. I walked right past him, so I said hi, let's just say it was really awkward and he just looked at me. And I realized that he looked a lot like my friend from a few years ago. Needless to say I ended up just saying sorry and walking off.
So its fall and the cold is coming, did I mention that I wither in the cold? Its not my fave, but I must say, this weather right now is fantastic, and a much needed change. Its going to be easier to get around without sweating constantly.
Got that song in my head all day:]
Recently I saw a person around campus and thought I want to be their friend I don't know why but I do. Funny I should mention that on my aimless walk around campus by myself today. I walked right past him, so I said hi, let's just say it was really awkward and he just looked at me. And I realized that he looked a lot like my friend from a few years ago. Needless to say I ended up just saying sorry and walking off.
So its fall and the cold is coming, did I mention that I wither in the cold? Its not my fave, but I must say, this weather right now is fantastic, and a much needed change. Its going to be easier to get around without sweating constantly.
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