So, this is to make up for yesterday. It's kinda long, so it's okay if you don't go through with it. It's just a short story I'm working on as it comes to me. I mean, part of the reason why I'm doing this 30 Day thing is to work on my writing. Wrote the first part two days ago, so you can check that out if you want. :)
As they enter the house, Dee's eyes are immediately drawn to the stairs ahead of them. The carpet is a simple and red, running down the deep brown steps with white support, and the very intricately carved riser is also dyed the same dark brown. The entryway's wooden floor is stained dark brown as well, and it creaks a little as they walk over it.
They turn left into the sitting room, and once again Dee finds herself surveying her surroundings. The far wall is almost completely bare, save one lone painting and a very impressive cabinet/TV stand. On either side of the cabinet is a huge speaker, and the TV is stuck in sideways with a few cables dangling out of the space between the TV and the wood. There's an elongated oval coffee table in the middle of the room. Carved into the top of the table is a very delicate flower with vines that snake along the shape of the table, just shy of the actual edge by a few inches. At several spots along the vine, there are offshoots of leaves and flowers, and there's a mess of flowers and leaves running over one end of the table. The entire table itself is a beautiful brown, and the carved recesses are a darker shade of brown, almost reddish in colour.
In the center of the table, there are two piles of literature. One pile composes of magazines, and the other is a large pile of manuals. The TV manual is open on top the pile and slightly offset from the rest. As they get closer to the sofa, Elisa glances at the TV and then calls over her shoulder to her husband. "Anthony dear, don't you think now would be a good time to get the TV set up properly?" Dee is unaware that her hand has been released from Elisa's feathery touch until she notices her future employer waving her towards the sofa before moving towards. The chair at the end of the coffee table herself. She gets to the chair and turns, waiting for Dee to take a seat.
Dee carefully reaches for the arm of the sofa and lowers herself unto the plump cushion, but ends up falling back against the rear support. As it turns out, the cushions are plush as well as plump, and Dee felt like she's sunk not less than a foot into the deceptively soft sofa. Elisa starts laughing and Dee joins in after a few seconds. The two sit there for a while, laughing, until they're interrupted by Anthony cussing loudly. They watch briefly as he wedges himself between the TV and the cabinet and battles with wires, and then Elisa turns back to Dee and grills her on her past babysitting experiences and qualifications.
It's not long before she's satisfied and stares long and hard at Dee, trying to get a good look at her. As Elisa takes her time boring into Dee with her eyes, Dee does what little she can to try to hold her gaze. The depth of the blue has Dee feeling lost and they sit staring at each other for an indefinite amount of time. Finally, Eli's eyes travel downward and Dee's do the same, taking in her supple body like she was seeing it for the first time. Lingering on the swell of her breasts, watching with intense longing as they rise and fall with every breath. Dee forcefully shifts her gaze and lets her eyes fall on the skirt of Elisa's dress.
What she initially intended as a saving grace turns out to be quite the opposite as Dee finds herself both wondering and longing for what lies hidden underneath the voluminous folds of the skirt. Her mind begins to race with images of ripping the dress off and laying Elisa back on the chair with her legs spread wide. She imagines inhaling the folds of skin beneath and tasting what she's sure would be a delicious flavour. She fantasises about listening to her moan as her tongue and fingers explore the warm depth and tangy goodness her pussy has to offer, and feeling Elisa's breathing get sharper and more urgent as her hands close around the soft orbs on her chest.
Dee's fantasy goes as deep as having she and Elisa engaged in a deep kiss, their tongues dancing around in the other's mouth, before Elisa breaks the kiss and stares at her with lust-clouded eyes. She travels down Dee's body, planting kisses along the way, and Dee squirms and groans in reponse beneath her. At the junction of her legs, Dee spreads her legs wide to grant her access to every part.
A gentle shake drags Dee's mind back to the present and she glances up to stare into Elisa's concerned face. Red with embarrassment, she apologises for not paying attention, but can't miss the hint of joy in Elisa's eyes. Elisa opens her mouth to say something, but changes her mind as Anthony walks up to stand by her side. "Elisa darling, as much as you're enjoying torturing our new babysitter, we really have to be on our way. Dee, is it?" He pauses, and so I nod. "I'm terribly sorry about the TV, but there's a radio in the kitchen and you can help yourself to whatever's in the fridge. Emergency numbers are on the fridge." He helps Elisa up, and they rush towards the door.
At the door, Elisa turns and talks to Dee over her shoulder "The baby, Nora, is asleep upstairs. She's really friendly, so it shouldn't be a problem. If she wakes up crying, just call her 'booba' and she'll cheer right up. There's a baby monitor in the room upstairs, and the receiver's in the kitchen." Dee watches them leave and waves as they pull out of the driveway and speed off. Shutting the door behind her, Dee heads upstairs and seeks out the bedroom. The plush kingsize bed is made up, and there are boxes stacked neatly against the wall beside the door. There's an expensive-looking ornate drawer tucked away in a corner, and along the wall opposite is a once-white closet door. There are small corner dressers with one drawer each on either side of the headboard. The tops have identical alarm clocks, and the receiver for the baby monitor is on the left dresser. Realising there's no sound coming from the receiver, Dee picks it up and turns it over. No batteries.
She opens the drawer and finds an unopened pack of batteries. Taking the receiver and batteries with her, she leaves the bedroom and shuts the door behind her. She heads down the stairs, turns right, and lands in the dining room. The dining table immediately grabs her attention. It's obviously not a new one, but it's impressive nonetheless. The top is egg-shaped and extends maybe five feet across, with a white lace runner, held in place by a dark brown bowl of flowers, running across. It's supported by a single, very thick post with several arms, each one clutching some sort of orb, sticking out at the base.
Around the table are six chairs, each one beautifully carved. In the seat of each chair is a velvet red cushion tied to the runners of the back. The runners are spiralling twirls of wood, and the side post are round columns carved with the same intricate rose and vines as the coffee table. The legs of the chairs are just simple posts that thin as they rise towards the seat.
On the far side of the table, Dee notices a dark wood china cabinet with the same rose and vine detailing. The vines trail up the wood in an eccentric, twisting manner, broken up by a rose along several spots. The glass shelves hold several glass globes, filled with a number of differently coloured roses. The globe that really grabs her attention is the one with a little sailing ship inside it. The ship looks like it's floating in a rolling sea, and all the, except the one in front, sails have been drawn up and tied. Dee can't help but notice how much it resembles an old freighter preparing for a heavy storm.
13 May, 2012
11 May, 2012
Stories That Touch
It's 4pm, and the sun is just beginning its retreat when Dee pulls up in front of the house. She gets out of the car and makes her way up the driveway, not really paying attention because she's so focused on straightening her clothes. She really needs this job, and so she desperately wants to make a good first impression. A few feet away from the door, she finally takes a good look at the building she's been invited to and is instantly taken aback. It's just two storeys and not very big, so there isn't really much in terms of attention grabbing where size is concerned. What has Dee transfixed is the appearance of the house.
Like almost every house on the block, the upstairs has two windows. What's unusual is that the wood on the windows is bleached bone white, and they are specks of black from what Dee assumed are cracks in the wood. It's darker under the windows. Various ideas about what caused the stain run through Dee's mind - mildew, or water stains maybe- but a part of her mind holds fast to the idea that the house is crying.
The grand porch leading up to the door is also bleached the same white as the windows, but the dark spots are absent. Instead, there are streaks that look a bit grayish and they make the support beams look a bit like bones that had been left out to dry. The porch roof is raised in the middle to form a sort of pyramid/triangle, and the part just above the door is bleached the same bony white. However, there's an arrow pointing directly at the door, almost like the house itself is inviting you in.
The second storey windows have tinted glass, and are lit from withing so they look a bit like black eyeballs with red light coming through. Dee feels a shiver run down her spine, as she continues to examine the building. The rational part of her mind keeps singing in her mind how this is just a house and she's over thinking things, a less rational part that has seen one too many horror movies keeps telling her the house looks evil.
As if to give more truth to her fears, the left window shuts off when Dee turns to leave, making it look like the house is winking. Rooted to the spot by fear, Dee watches as a shadow appears behind the window on the right, and then listens to the voices coming from the house. Soon after, the front door opens and a tall, well-built man strides towards her. His blonde hair is tussled in a kind of sweep across his head, and he's wearing a dark grey business suit with a white shirt.
Before Dee can fully wrap her mind around what's happening, the man's hands have found one of hers and are pulling her towards the door while he prattles on and on about how wonderful it is that she could make it, and how glad he is to meet her, and other things that just sound like nonsense to her startled brain. And then they reach the front door, and she's standing there in all her magnificent glory. She's petite and blond, her luscious locks cascading down her shoulders in a classic southern belle way. Her dress, a deep resplendent purple, shows off her lithe body in perfect detail.
"Anthony, darling," her voice is light as air itself. If that's possible. "don't you think you should let our guest catch her breath?" Her fingers pry my hand loose from his ans she pulls me into the house with her. When we're a safe distance from her husband, she laughs and says "I told you that would happen."
Like almost every house on the block, the upstairs has two windows. What's unusual is that the wood on the windows is bleached bone white, and they are specks of black from what Dee assumed are cracks in the wood. It's darker under the windows. Various ideas about what caused the stain run through Dee's mind - mildew, or water stains maybe- but a part of her mind holds fast to the idea that the house is crying.
The grand porch leading up to the door is also bleached the same white as the windows, but the dark spots are absent. Instead, there are streaks that look a bit grayish and they make the support beams look a bit like bones that had been left out to dry. The porch roof is raised in the middle to form a sort of pyramid/triangle, and the part just above the door is bleached the same bony white. However, there's an arrow pointing directly at the door, almost like the house itself is inviting you in.
The second storey windows have tinted glass, and are lit from withing so they look a bit like black eyeballs with red light coming through. Dee feels a shiver run down her spine, as she continues to examine the building. The rational part of her mind keeps singing in her mind how this is just a house and she's over thinking things, a less rational part that has seen one too many horror movies keeps telling her the house looks evil.
As if to give more truth to her fears, the left window shuts off when Dee turns to leave, making it look like the house is winking. Rooted to the spot by fear, Dee watches as a shadow appears behind the window on the right, and then listens to the voices coming from the house. Soon after, the front door opens and a tall, well-built man strides towards her. His blonde hair is tussled in a kind of sweep across his head, and he's wearing a dark grey business suit with a white shirt.
Before Dee can fully wrap her mind around what's happening, the man's hands have found one of hers and are pulling her towards the door while he prattles on and on about how wonderful it is that she could make it, and how glad he is to meet her, and other things that just sound like nonsense to her startled brain. And then they reach the front door, and she's standing there in all her magnificent glory. She's petite and blond, her luscious locks cascading down her shoulders in a classic southern belle way. Her dress, a deep resplendent purple, shows off her lithe body in perfect detail.
"Anthony, darling," her voice is light as air itself. If that's possible. "don't you think you should let our guest catch her breath?" Her fingers pry my hand loose from his ans she pulls me into the house with her. When we're a safe distance from her husband, she laughs and says "I told you that would happen."
10 May, 2012
Coco To The Rescue! (•^_^•)
Of course, everyone here has been asked what super power they would like to possess. I'd like to let those of you that have previously given me your answers all suck :p I'm now going to briefly run through super power's I've always thought about having.
"It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Coco Burra!!". The power of flight. I feel like the people we know have the power of flight i.e Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, et al have deceived us. Yes, we have been lied to. Especially by superman. I mean, think about it. Flying is basically kinda like moving in the sky the way you would on the ground, but harder. You have to take into consideration the atmosphere, and wind and all that technical stuff. How fast can you really fly and still be comfortable. The wind will keep getting in your eye, and there's that horrible feeling in your ears from the pressure. Well, flying would probably be an awesome power if you took aerial shots for a living. You'd make a killing, so I guess that would be okay.
LOL! Is ice cold breath really a super power? Is it really? What are you going to do with ice breath? Let's see... You could make instant popsicles/ice lollies. Or get attractive babes/guys like they always imply in those mint gum/toothpaste commercials, right? Oh! I watched 'Man On A Ledge' today, and I think the thing they did with the safe and liquid nitrogen was pretty cool, so you could probably do that with super ice breath. Yeah?
Invisibility could be cool, but is it really a power? Sure, no one will be able to see you, but then so what? Okay. Does being invisible also mean you can walk through walls and stuff? Cuz then you can actually rob a bank. But you have to think about the bag you're putting the money in. Can you extend your invisibility to objects around you? Invisibility would be really handy during one of the many awkward moments I'm so fund of having. :)
What would you do with X-ray vision? I've never really understood this one. If it's x-ray vision shouldn't that mean you can see people's bones and not through their clothes. I kinda get seeing through walls I guess. Haven't figured out what I'd do with x-ray vision, so I'm just gonna forge ahead. Okay? Okay.
At the top of my list are super speed and super strength. Being able to lift anything without breaking a sweat should be every female's dream. So all those boys will stop feeling like something special. Speed would be awesome, because then I wouldn't have to waste transport money going anywhere, or get on these Lagos buses that cause me so much grievance. I think I might miss the buses a little. Aside from being incredibly uncomfortable, my bus rides are the absolute best in terms of entertainment. But, being a safety freak, I'd probably have to have a helmet on if I'm gonna be moving that fast. In case I trip or something, you know?
Well, that's it from me. Feel free to leave your own comments/observations/thoughts in the comments section below. Have a wonderful night (•^_^•)
"It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Coco Burra!!". The power of flight. I feel like the people we know have the power of flight i.e Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, et al have deceived us. Yes, we have been lied to. Especially by superman. I mean, think about it. Flying is basically kinda like moving in the sky the way you would on the ground, but harder. You have to take into consideration the atmosphere, and wind and all that technical stuff. How fast can you really fly and still be comfortable. The wind will keep getting in your eye, and there's that horrible feeling in your ears from the pressure. Well, flying would probably be an awesome power if you took aerial shots for a living. You'd make a killing, so I guess that would be okay.
LOL! Is ice cold breath really a super power? Is it really? What are you going to do with ice breath? Let's see... You could make instant popsicles/ice lollies. Or get attractive babes/guys like they always imply in those mint gum/toothpaste commercials, right? Oh! I watched 'Man On A Ledge' today, and I think the thing they did with the safe and liquid nitrogen was pretty cool, so you could probably do that with super ice breath. Yeah?
Invisibility could be cool, but is it really a power? Sure, no one will be able to see you, but then so what? Okay. Does being invisible also mean you can walk through walls and stuff? Cuz then you can actually rob a bank. But you have to think about the bag you're putting the money in. Can you extend your invisibility to objects around you? Invisibility would be really handy during one of the many awkward moments I'm so fund of having. :)
What would you do with X-ray vision? I've never really understood this one. If it's x-ray vision shouldn't that mean you can see people's bones and not through their clothes. I kinda get seeing through walls I guess. Haven't figured out what I'd do with x-ray vision, so I'm just gonna forge ahead. Okay? Okay.
At the top of my list are super speed and super strength. Being able to lift anything without breaking a sweat should be every female's dream. So all those boys will stop feeling like something special. Speed would be awesome, because then I wouldn't have to waste transport money going anywhere, or get on these Lagos buses that cause me so much grievance. I think I might miss the buses a little. Aside from being incredibly uncomfortable, my bus rides are the absolute best in terms of entertainment. But, being a safety freak, I'd probably have to have a helmet on if I'm gonna be moving that fast. In case I trip or something, you know?
Well, that's it from me. Feel free to leave your own comments/observations/thoughts in the comments section below. Have a wonderful night (•^_^•)
09 May, 2012
Back In The Days
When I tell people I grew up in the village, they hardly ever believe me. I guess I'm just too tush (•^_^•). But it wasn't easy getting to this point o! I can't even relate to how long and how hard I've been working on my accent and behaviour and all that other stuff that makes people cool.
Anyhu, I had to go fetch water from the well today so I could take a bath. Yes, a well. We do not have running water because the inhabitants of the flat that houses the switch for the pump decided they don't want to be the ones pumping water with their own electricity anymore. So, yeah. No water. Anyway, I was fetching water and I thought back to being in the village.
The family compound was fairly big, and we had a well behind as well. As part of my "training", I was constantly made to fetch water for one thing or the other, so I got quite used to it. Only problem was it was high, and I was not so tall, so I had to climb up to the top to be able to drop the bucket in and pull it out. I almost fell in too many times to remember. Have you ever fallen into a well? What do you imagine it would be like if you happened to fall in and you were stuck there for a while because no one was around to help?
We had a party once. Well, we were always having parties (burials, and weddings and such), but this was a party especially for the kids. We put a tape in the radio and had drinks and abacha and danced around while our parents and grandfather watched and cheered. I remember it was really fun. I always loved spending time with my cousins. Except they were fond of doing mean stuff. Like one time they put that sparky stick thingy in my hair. I was really upset, because my hair was really pretty. They made up for it by helping me put a stick of banga in my uncle's shoe (•^_^•)
There was a white family that lived not too far away from us. They always let me come over and play because I was albino and they probably thought I was the only one there they could relate too. Their house was huge and they had a bull. I hated the ugly thing. It chased me once, and I tripped and tore my favourite skirt. I disliked skirts even more after that. The white girl was really fun, I think. Honestly, I don't remember much about her. Her parents never let her leave the house with me though.
*sigh* On cool nights, we would go outside and sit on mats and tell stories. The tortoise stories were always my favourite. I still love them. I laugh every time I think about one. Sometimes, I try to make up one of my own. It's really fun, but then I never get really far. I miss those nights. I wish I could have more of them. Just sitting or lying under the evening sky, talking and laughing about little infantile things.
We used to play games as well. Just basic hand and feet games. Nothing like hide n seek because hiding places were limited. And we only had a few minutes between chores.
Now, I can't stand to be in my village because "I've grown up" and "I'm now a big girl.". I miss it though. Will probably go visit soon. Hopefully it's a burial. I miss burial rice.
Anyhu, I had to go fetch water from the well today so I could take a bath. Yes, a well. We do not have running water because the inhabitants of the flat that houses the switch for the pump decided they don't want to be the ones pumping water with their own electricity anymore. So, yeah. No water. Anyway, I was fetching water and I thought back to being in the village.
The family compound was fairly big, and we had a well behind as well. As part of my "training", I was constantly made to fetch water for one thing or the other, so I got quite used to it. Only problem was it was high, and I was not so tall, so I had to climb up to the top to be able to drop the bucket in and pull it out. I almost fell in too many times to remember. Have you ever fallen into a well? What do you imagine it would be like if you happened to fall in and you were stuck there for a while because no one was around to help?
We had a party once. Well, we were always having parties (burials, and weddings and such), but this was a party especially for the kids. We put a tape in the radio and had drinks and abacha and danced around while our parents and grandfather watched and cheered. I remember it was really fun. I always loved spending time with my cousins. Except they were fond of doing mean stuff. Like one time they put that sparky stick thingy in my hair. I was really upset, because my hair was really pretty. They made up for it by helping me put a stick of banga in my uncle's shoe (•^_^•)
There was a white family that lived not too far away from us. They always let me come over and play because I was albino and they probably thought I was the only one there they could relate too. Their house was huge and they had a bull. I hated the ugly thing. It chased me once, and I tripped and tore my favourite skirt. I disliked skirts even more after that. The white girl was really fun, I think. Honestly, I don't remember much about her. Her parents never let her leave the house with me though.
*sigh* On cool nights, we would go outside and sit on mats and tell stories. The tortoise stories were always my favourite. I still love them. I laugh every time I think about one. Sometimes, I try to make up one of my own. It's really fun, but then I never get really far. I miss those nights. I wish I could have more of them. Just sitting or lying under the evening sky, talking and laughing about little infantile things.
We used to play games as well. Just basic hand and feet games. Nothing like hide n seek because hiding places were limited. And we only had a few minutes between chores.
Now, I can't stand to be in my village because "I've grown up" and "I'm now a big girl.". I miss it though. Will probably go visit soon. Hopefully it's a burial. I miss burial rice.
08 May, 2012
For Your Own Protection
LOL! Sorry about yesterday's "post". Was exhausted. Won't happen again :)
I'm sure we've all encountered one or two security men that are dedicated to and passionate about their jobs. If you haven't then... I don't even know.
Once, I decided, being the amazing friend that I am, to go over to a friend's place for a friendly visit. Firstly, the dolo gave me the wrong address. He told me his house is opposite a restaurant. Toh. So, I got in a cab and told the driver to take me to the restaurant. On arrival, I found out the only thing opposite the restaurant was a fence. The idiot's number wasn't going through. So, I had to start asking around for the street address. The street wasn't even the first one after the restaurant, oh! It was the second one. And it wasn't even the first house on the street.... Please. People. How is that "opposite"?
Anyway, I got to the gate, already hot, sweating and frustrated. I knocked for almost five minutes before he decided I was important enough for him to stand up from the bench under the tree on the other side of the street for. After he had walked past me, gone into the compound, and locked the gate behind him, he finally asked "Who you wan see?". I blurted out my friend's name, and he just stared and me blankly and replied "e no dey.". And I knew the ode was inside the house. Realising the security man probably thought I was asking about my friend's dad (they have the same name), I gave him another name. He told me no one by that name lived there. I was beyond tired. I just wanted to turn around and leave. Just at that moment the mumu now called me and I told him to please come and open the gate. He later explained to me the security man was under a specific instruction I can't be bothered to recall right now.
That's one instance. There have been several others where I've been left waiting outside, under the sun, while the security man went to go call the person. In most of these cases, I'm sure they usually just went back into their little houses and never really went to call anyone. I've sat at security posts waiting for the person I went to see to come get me, and I've been denied entrance because I didn't provided a proper address in the guest register.
I just want to know if these men that are so dedicated to the safety of the people that dwell within the compound they've been hired to protect are paid more than the ones that go missing and leave the gate unmanned and even open sometimes. I mean they have to be, right? What else could they possibly be doing all that sassaprocco for? Is it really "pride in their work"? Really? Really really?
At unilag yesterday, a man I assume is a security officer almost beat up one fellow who was ironing in the engineering theatre. I couldn't stop laughing. He was so upset about it. Asking the boy how he expects to grow up to be a responsible person. Saying stuff like it's because of selfish and inconsiderate people like him that the country won't prosper. Two other guys had to go hold him back. For ironing! It was another issue when my friend went to meet him to please unlock the door because he'd forgotten his phone inside.
I'm tempted to write something about police too, but I really don't have the mental strength right now.
Thanks for showing up. (•^_^•)
I'm sure we've all encountered one or two security men that are dedicated to and passionate about their jobs. If you haven't then... I don't even know.
Once, I decided, being the amazing friend that I am, to go over to a friend's place for a friendly visit. Firstly, the dolo gave me the wrong address. He told me his house is opposite a restaurant. Toh. So, I got in a cab and told the driver to take me to the restaurant. On arrival, I found out the only thing opposite the restaurant was a fence. The idiot's number wasn't going through. So, I had to start asking around for the street address. The street wasn't even the first one after the restaurant, oh! It was the second one. And it wasn't even the first house on the street.... Please. People. How is that "opposite"?
Anyway, I got to the gate, already hot, sweating and frustrated. I knocked for almost five minutes before he decided I was important enough for him to stand up from the bench under the tree on the other side of the street for. After he had walked past me, gone into the compound, and locked the gate behind him, he finally asked "Who you wan see?". I blurted out my friend's name, and he just stared and me blankly and replied "e no dey.". And I knew the ode was inside the house. Realising the security man probably thought I was asking about my friend's dad (they have the same name), I gave him another name. He told me no one by that name lived there. I was beyond tired. I just wanted to turn around and leave. Just at that moment the mumu now called me and I told him to please come and open the gate. He later explained to me the security man was under a specific instruction I can't be bothered to recall right now.
That's one instance. There have been several others where I've been left waiting outside, under the sun, while the security man went to go call the person. In most of these cases, I'm sure they usually just went back into their little houses and never really went to call anyone. I've sat at security posts waiting for the person I went to see to come get me, and I've been denied entrance because I didn't provided a proper address in the guest register.
I just want to know if these men that are so dedicated to the safety of the people that dwell within the compound they've been hired to protect are paid more than the ones that go missing and leave the gate unmanned and even open sometimes. I mean they have to be, right? What else could they possibly be doing all that sassaprocco for? Is it really "pride in their work"? Really? Really really?
At unilag yesterday, a man I assume is a security officer almost beat up one fellow who was ironing in the engineering theatre. I couldn't stop laughing. He was so upset about it. Asking the boy how he expects to grow up to be a responsible person. Saying stuff like it's because of selfish and inconsiderate people like him that the country won't prosper. Two other guys had to go hold him back. For ironing! It was another issue when my friend went to meet him to please unlock the door because he'd forgotten his phone inside.
I'm tempted to write something about police too, but I really don't have the mental strength right now.
Thanks for showing up. (•^_^•)
07 May, 2012
Another Post
*opens curtains*
Well. I have no idea what I'm gonna write about. Kinda forgot I had to do this, and time is escaping :(
I wanna talk about a lot of stuff though. But I don't want to rush them. So, I guess this is just a I'm-putting-something-up-so-you-don't-silently-judge-me post :D
I wish we could make it a therapy session. Like, you'd tell me your problems and aches in the comments section and I would come back to address them. Unfortunately, we all know how reliable network is.
Hmm...
Okay. So, I actually really like to knit. I recently started making mufflers again. Well, I don't really knit. I crotchet. It's cooler :D
Also, I used to play basketball. And soccer. I dislike lawn tennis. And table tennis. They both suck. Massively. Volleyball is crap. I can't swim very well. I'm awesome with the javelin and shotput.
I'm a picky eater, and thus I am annoying. But I like food. I think. I definitely love chocolate. And Ribena. I tend to stick to things I'm already accustomed to. So...
*sigh* I'm tired. Good night.
Well. I have no idea what I'm gonna write about. Kinda forgot I had to do this, and time is escaping :(
I wanna talk about a lot of stuff though. But I don't want to rush them. So, I guess this is just a I'm-putting-something-up-so-you-don't-silently-judge-me post :D
I wish we could make it a therapy session. Like, you'd tell me your problems and aches in the comments section and I would come back to address them. Unfortunately, we all know how reliable network is.
Hmm...
Okay. So, I actually really like to knit. I recently started making mufflers again. Well, I don't really knit. I crotchet. It's cooler :D
Also, I used to play basketball. And soccer. I dislike lawn tennis. And table tennis. They both suck. Massively. Volleyball is crap. I can't swim very well. I'm awesome with the javelin and shotput.
I'm a picky eater, and thus I am annoying. But I like food. I think. I definitely love chocolate. And Ribena. I tend to stick to things I'm already accustomed to. So...
*sigh* I'm tired. Good night.
06 May, 2012
Sunny In Philadelphia
You know how you're depressed, lonely, and everything just seems to keep going wrong for you and then someone comes along and cheers you up and makes you believe it's all gonna be ok and then goes ahead to promise he/she will always be there for you? Yeah? Well, don't believe it. It's a scam. Okay. Maybe 'scam' is too strong a word. But, seriously.
Oh! I just thought of something. Ok. Did you ever play that "bend down" game? You know, the one where every forms a circle and then start singing "yo yo yo! African bend down!". Yeah, that one. You know how you're having fun bending down for people to clap over your head? Well, until you forget to bend and then you're out of the circle and forced to watch everyone else enjoy the game. The way people feel about you is almost exactly like that. (I'm not sure if this is a good enough analogy, but I'm just gonna keep going)
You see, all this time you're hanging on to this person who seems to always know what to say when you're lost or confused. Always knows how to cheer you up when you feel down. Makes you laugh... fills your head with silly delusions of being "special". Some will even tell you they "love" you. Oh! And if someone ever says to you "I will always be here for you.", you might wanna hold your excited squeal in for a bit. I'm not saying they don't care. I'm "always" and "forever" are long shots.
One day, you'll notice things changing. You'll go from talking/chatting all day long to maybe a couple of times a day. Then a few days a week. And then you'll wonder why you haven't heard from said person in weeks. You watch from a distance as their attention falls on someone else. All your needs they seemed to care so deeply about just cast to the wind. You're back at square one. Lonely and miserable. But it's worse. Because now you have to pretend you can get along without them. It sucks. Big time. Even more when you opened up to that person more than you ever have with anyone else.
In summary, everyone leaves. Some will stay longer than others, but, in the end, they will all leave. I guess it's just an issue of enjoying what you have while it lasts. Treasure every phone call and chat and DM, because one day you'll wake up just to discover the DMs were deleted. I should probably mention it's not the brightest idea to ask said person why he/she doesn't care about you anymore. Bad idea. Very bad idea.
While we're talking about sucky things, I also got fired today. You see, when you're slaving away, hunting news down, helping people paraphrase a story so it comes off as their "original" work, and posting stories all because the person you're working for has some sort of condition, it's fine. But if you decided to take a break because you're going through a rough time, and your meds aren't really helping, then you get fired. From a job you're not getting paid for.
But that's part of life, you see? No one gives a fuck about you. But in retrospect, I guess it was my fault. I took the job "for experience" even though everyone kept telling me how it was such a bad idea. I also got excited when I was offered another job with another site. But that soon appeared to be nothing more than an incentive to keep working my butt off. You know how you put a monkey on a treadmill and dangle a bunch of bananas in front of him so he runs faster even though he isn't really going anywhere? Yeah. Like that. Worse than that, I felt guilty every time I couldn't come through because of his "condition". But, oh well ¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯
So, that's all the rant I have in me for tonight. Thanks for reading.
Peace, love & Ribena (‾⌣‾)♉
Oh! I just thought of something. Ok. Did you ever play that "bend down" game? You know, the one where every forms a circle and then start singing "yo yo yo! African bend down!". Yeah, that one. You know how you're having fun bending down for people to clap over your head? Well, until you forget to bend and then you're out of the circle and forced to watch everyone else enjoy the game. The way people feel about you is almost exactly like that. (I'm not sure if this is a good enough analogy, but I'm just gonna keep going)
You see, all this time you're hanging on to this person who seems to always know what to say when you're lost or confused. Always knows how to cheer you up when you feel down. Makes you laugh... fills your head with silly delusions of being "special". Some will even tell you they "love" you. Oh! And if someone ever says to you "I will always be here for you.", you might wanna hold your excited squeal in for a bit. I'm not saying they don't care. I'm "always" and "forever" are long shots.
One day, you'll notice things changing. You'll go from talking/chatting all day long to maybe a couple of times a day. Then a few days a week. And then you'll wonder why you haven't heard from said person in weeks. You watch from a distance as their attention falls on someone else. All your needs they seemed to care so deeply about just cast to the wind. You're back at square one. Lonely and miserable. But it's worse. Because now you have to pretend you can get along without them. It sucks. Big time. Even more when you opened up to that person more than you ever have with anyone else.
In summary, everyone leaves. Some will stay longer than others, but, in the end, they will all leave. I guess it's just an issue of enjoying what you have while it lasts. Treasure every phone call and chat and DM, because one day you'll wake up just to discover the DMs were deleted. I should probably mention it's not the brightest idea to ask said person why he/she doesn't care about you anymore. Bad idea. Very bad idea.
While we're talking about sucky things, I also got fired today. You see, when you're slaving away, hunting news down, helping people paraphrase a story so it comes off as their "original" work, and posting stories all because the person you're working for has some sort of condition, it's fine. But if you decided to take a break because you're going through a rough time, and your meds aren't really helping, then you get fired. From a job you're not getting paid for.
But that's part of life, you see? No one gives a fuck about you. But in retrospect, I guess it was my fault. I took the job "for experience" even though everyone kept telling me how it was such a bad idea. I also got excited when I was offered another job with another site. But that soon appeared to be nothing more than an incentive to keep working my butt off. You know how you put a monkey on a treadmill and dangle a bunch of bananas in front of him so he runs faster even though he isn't really going anywhere? Yeah. Like that. Worse than that, I felt guilty every time I couldn't come through because of his "condition". But, oh well ¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯
So, that's all the rant I have in me for tonight. Thanks for reading.
Peace, love & Ribena (‾⌣‾)♉
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