On Waking Up and Whatnots

I feel especially betrayed by circumstances that surround my existence.

This is my very trial of humanity. Death being sleep and life being my lucid intervals. But this struggle - the gaps within the gap that separates my being with the world of the living - is this moment of utter physical pain.


Waking up can be a bitch.

Aladeen

"Aladeen"

Do you understand? Then like me you too wasted about an hour and a half of your life. Seriously.

Broken

We broke up. I'm not even sad.

Oral Exam

I have this huge oral exam later and I just feel so fucking stressed out. A zillion pages to read, written in a barely understandable language! It is so fucked up. Gaaaaaaah. But will I go through with it? Yes of course!!! I love this subject and I am gonna dominate!

I am who I am and I will be the greatest fucking environmental lawyer this fucking country has ever seen!

Hung-over

Gaaaad. I had the WORST piñacolada ever last night! I'm absent sa work halfday. Grrrrrr....

I have come to the conclusion that...

I need you
I might just love you
I have you in my heart
And that you're unquestionably stuck there

Boredom

I am so bored.
I die inside.
I live for a fleeting moment.
I lived yesterday.
Oh, the yesteryears of my youth.
The childhood beckoning my return.
The idle masks of summertime gala.
I die a little,
Just a wee bit.
As boredom consumes me.
The endless melancholy of life.
Void absent present tender truth flawed reticence of the youth.

Insomniac's Banter

I fear this might be my end...
I feel this could be my end..
I am lost in this swirl of nothingness.
Devoured by all this fallacious sentiments!

Tell me the truth I beg you...
Save the lies for a man who might believe them!
I am at your mercy, I kneel..
Take my savage hands - pull me closer..

Your mistress calls you...
She comes with the moon and the stars...
You seduce me to your bed and leave me...
You let her taunt me and deceive me...

Inch closer I need you.
I feel the pangs of my addiction for you.
Withdrawn for the sun but now I want you.
Ginger away like a solemn sentry...

Hold me.
Be me.
Let me be.

What Gold does to kids.

Just last week,my kids won the street dancing contest in our school. They were up against college students who had weeks of training for the contest while the kids barely had 5 days. But they still won. We never really expected anything. All the kids wanted was to have that experience of being in fabulous costumes with glamorous hair and make up and just be able to dance for an audience... So when they finished their number we all headed back to our building for dinner. We expected to be somewhere 4th or 3rd then ... So we really weren't in a hurry... But then the most amazing thing happened, a teacher who didn't go with us to the dinner place came running towards our table. And with the loudest I've ever heard from her, she announced we won. Spoons which were half way to mouths and freshly opened lunch boxes were abandoned instantly!!! The rest is history... Apparently the freshness and the energy the kids brought to the performance was our winning ticket. The dance and props were simple but couple that with high energy moves, death defying runs and a whole lot of smiles, well that's GOLD. Just look at the pictures!!! That's GOLD!