Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Stupid
Stupid
“Don’t know why am stuck here. Know you are not worth paying attention to, not smart enough for matching wits with.”
Those were screamed at me, stranger yelling on a public domain on my public scrap book. A chill shot through my spine, only to let a searing anger rush through my body, muscles contracting for that huge release when you hit someone really hard, clogging all the blood flow into the brain that could reason the vulgarity of the statement itself, I almost… felt like a MAN !
And then I laughed, laughed really hard!
ROFL for the internet savvy!
“Don’t know why am stuck here. Know you are not worth paying attention to, not smart enough for matching wits with.”
Those were screamed at me, stranger yelling on a public domain on my public scrap book. A chill shot through my spine, only to let a searing anger rush through my body, muscles contracting for that huge release when you hit someone really hard, clogging all the blood flow into the brain that could reason the vulgarity of the statement itself, I almost… felt like a MAN !
And then I laughed, laughed really hard!
ROFL for the internet savvy!
Alive
Torrential wet night, Tokyo station , gushing winds, heavy raindrops splittering into fine mist by the metal overheads, unstoppable carried by the wind, refreshing even in the cold december, respite from the daily bickerings and constant evaluation... Train rolls by with its familiar rhythmic clunk, inside, happy cuddled over dressed wet people , there presence noticeable on the foggy glass windows, I press my cheek against the cold window... Happy to be alive !
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Daffodils
DaffodilsBy William Wordsworth
I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay
:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced;
but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee
:A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Whenever I hear the word buttercups and daffodils , my heart sours and reach someplace i really want to be , never could explain the journey withing , maybe I am friends with wordsworth soul :)
I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay
:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced;
but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee
:A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Whenever I hear the word buttercups and daffodils , my heart sours and reach someplace i really want to be , never could explain the journey withing , maybe I am friends with wordsworth soul :)
