Hey guys,
it's been an eternity since I've last been here! Anyway, I just wanted to officially announce that I probably won't be publishing any further posts here, but I cordially invite you to check out (and maybe follow?) my new blog:
www.myworldlymuses.blogspot.com
You can also send me e-mails with this e-mail add for my new blog:
myworldlymuses@gmail.com
I promise I won't go MIA this tme, so, again, don't forget to check it out (it's still under construction,though - just starting again; you guys know the drill.)
Salut and see you,
XO
ANNOUNCEMENT: My Worldly Muses
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Friday, October 04, 2013 0 squiggle(s)
Dawning swim
A small pitiful creature
stranded in a carnival
left alone
victimized
as a stigma in this world.
It looks around
sees nothing
but a gaudy sea of masks
artefacts of great complexity
and a shore of pure joy
Yet there it is
lonely
confused;an infamy in the swarm.
Slowly it continues
Lost in the depth
of the sheer intricacy
of the profound abyss it is in.
Unsure
it struggles
against its fear
suffocating in the ferociousness
of the waves of unfamiliarity
and its streams of tears.
The waves grow bigger
as it plunges into the crowd
its breathing getting heavier
parallel to every step
and every sound.
Closing its eyes
it grows silent.
The pitiless creature
drowns
in the sea of gaudy masks
into the endless limbo
of darkness and lies.
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Thursday, June 23, 2011 0 squiggle(s)
MARKED AS... poetry
random ranting
I don't even know why I created my own blog.
What's the purpose of having it if I don't have any concrete musings to write about? It's just pathetic - so incredibly lame, so dull, so obtuse.
You know what's funny? The praises I get on the "genuine quality" of my writings. I just do not understand how people can be so tasteless. I understand the concept behind the "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" whatnot, but I just refuse to believe the absurdity of people liking anything I scribble on. I am not even able to finish writing a consistent train of thought!
People must be unbelievably screwed up to even read this crap.
So congratulations!
You just wasted about a minute of your time digesting this post you will never even think of in the coming years of your life.
What big, whiny losers we all are.
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Thursday, June 23, 2011 0 squiggle(s)
MARKED AS... random
Society & bladiblah .
Although we all consider ourselves living in an open society full of gender equality and emancipation, it is inevitable to say that in this world, we'll always be held captive, imprisoned and chained - unless you live alone, isolated and secluded on a far, far away island distanced from society.
If you look around, you'll notice what I mean.
Daily life is based on a very intricate system which sustains itself as every group of person (commune, community) fulfills the task he has been assigned to. Just like the principles of wildlife and ecosystems, we human beings are part of a (based on ecology's "food web") "social web" which exists apart from the food web we already belong to (autotrophs -> primary consumers -> secondary consumers -> tertiary consumers -> ... ).
Taking this into consideration, it can be assumed that this "social web" merely manages itself if every group of person continues the task that is expected from it. So what does this really mean?
If you ask me, I'd say that because of that, we are the victims and captives of our own selves - not only of our own beings and minds, but of our own lifestyle. Through the further development of technology and further "improvements" that facilitate our way of living, we have locked ourselves up in a cage whose key has been thrown away and may never be found. We are bound to each other, expecting others to fulfill his "job" to be able to do ours - and to be able to survive. We have become co-dependent, although we claim to be emancipated and self-sufficient - imprisoned in this cycle which impedes us from truly breaking free.
In a sense, we are like animals (heck, we are animals) with our own "species" and our own "populations" which complement each other to form a whole.
Is this what truly defines us? Are we really individuals who strive for our own goals and own aims, keeping business to ourselves as we tread on? Or are we just part of a collective group which contributes to the whole system for it to work? What defines every single one of us? What defines an individual? And if this is the case, why does racism still exist?
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Sunday, March 20, 2011 0 squiggle(s)
random sh*t
If a name is a tag, a term to address you with,what is really being?
What are you and who are you if the words that describe you are subjective, invented words which just facilitate the lifestyle of man?
What are you and who are you, if, in every place and every situation, you transform into somebody else, depending on who you are with, to optimize your own convenience?
What is this inconsistency which man has evolved with, this inconsistency which challenges man to doubt his existence as he slugs on in life to "please and fulfill" his own/or someone else's desires, even those of a "higher" being?
What really defines us, as an entity, as a human being?
Are we opulent servants who were given emotions which we are supposed to ignore with humility?
... Or are we the products of evolution; of the gift of Nature that, hypothetically, "sustains itself"?
The clock keeps on ticking - and I feel lost in time.
-Renee
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Saturday, March 19, 2011 0 squiggle(s)
WTF.
It's discouraging to see the society around you, not getting better since no one seems to care.It's draining to merely observe your surroundings, losing energy as you see the face of evil.
What has our society done? How low can it get?!
...and the worst part is, I'm part of this pile of sh*t.
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Wednesday, March 16, 2011 0 squiggle(s)
sharing scrumptdelicious cookies
The following does not have anything to do with cookies, that's one thing.
I just love him - and the whole world does as well.
And if you don't know him, well, hopefully you'll love him as well.
Here you go! :)
Paulo Coelho
RENEE
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Sunday, February 06, 2011 0 squiggle(s)
MARKED AS... random
Worth the Listen
Renée.
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Saturday, February 05, 2011 0 squiggle(s)
MARKED AS... worth the listen
mi primer intento (me and my lousy Spanish skills.)
Esto será la primera vez que intentaré escribir en Espanol. Sé que este texto tendrá muchisimos fallos, pero por lo menos lo he intentado, eh?
Soy Renee, tengo diecisiete anos y vivo en Berlin. Cuando tenia tres, mi familia se mudó a Espana por el trabajo de mi madre. Nos quedamos en Madrid por siete anos, y cuando estaba en la tercera clase, volvimos a Filipinas. Supongo que esto es la razón porque mi Espanol no se ha desarrollado tanto. Yo pienso que eso es una lástima porque la literatura Espanola es magnífica y, bueno, a mi me encataría escribir asi tambien (ojalá). Y al hablar? Hay muchas palabras que se me olvidan. Que pena, no?
Que más puedo escribir? Ah, ya sé: me encanta la vida. Me encanta ver el sol al amanecer y la luna al brillar por la noche. Me encanta ver las estrellas luminosas y los árboles gigantezcos en los jardines de la gente. Me encanta observar los animales al cuidar a sus hijos. Me encanta todo lo que veo al despertarme por la manana.
Lo que no me gusta? El comportamiento de la humanidad - los mentirosos asesinos y hipócritos asquerosos.
Yo sé que es "parte de la vida", parte de esta sociedad... pero para mí, la vida no es la vida para otra gente. Para mi, la vida es la naturaleza y el estado del mundo sin incluir las consecuencias de los hechos de la humanidad. Para mi, la vida es esa esencia que nos deja sentir, esperar, querer, odiar ... No sé como explicarlo (y especialmente no en Espanol!), pero para mi, la vida es muchisimo más de lo que parece.
Espero que hayais entendido lo que quiero decir.
Besazos.
(P.S: Alguien puede recomendarme un periódico Espanol, algunos autores contemporares/clasicos o músicos que cantan en Espanol?)
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Saturday, February 05, 2011 0 squiggle(s)
The Artist
Trickling droplets of water
dripping soundlessly at dawn
singing birds
rejoicing
as the artist drew on
picturesque sunsets of cotton
meadows of green
-- silence
poisoned by beauty
his eyes barely see.
Zigzags and scribbles
in dark crimson red
caressing to and fro
the frail whiteness of death
shedding perspiration
chewing his bread
completing the last stroke
the last droplet of sweat shed.
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Thursday, January 13, 2011 1 squiggle(s)
MARKED AS... poetry
letter to a loved one
it's three o'clock in the morning and I miss you like hell.
I have been sitting in my room for endless hours, thinking of you and me and the countless times we have spent together, blissfully blinded by our passion and love.
With an emergent restlessness have I pondered about the many ways I have wronged you, slashing several wounds through your heart as you slowly become immune against each one of them.
Only 300 kilometers keep us apart, yet I feel as if you live in a surreal universe I am not even allowed to fathom of.
I am a sinner - and I fear that I will remain so for quite a while. For I am young, and temptations have not failed to dominate my curious heart.
I love you,
Renee
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Sunday, December 26, 2010 0 squiggle(s)
:S
Renee
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Tuesday, December 14, 2010 3 squiggle(s)
Worth the Listen
"Crossfire" by Brandon Flowers
kisses,
Renee :)
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Monday, December 13, 2010 0 squiggle(s)
MARKED AS... worth the listen
identity crisis part 1
P.S: interpretationsfrei.
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Monday, December 13, 2010 1 squiggle(s)
random-ish-ity
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Monday, November 22, 2010 2 squiggle(s)
Quote
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Thursday, November 18, 2010 0 squiggle(s)
"Eve"
God, tell me how I landed here?
It's already nine pm and I still haven't started working on my biology presentation.
Can someone shoot me for my indolence?
"EVE"
Wandering, woeful, in a world full of wonders.
Weeping, yet wanting as I wish to win.
Wholesome, worn.
I stumble down.
Worried.
Wailing;
wandering and wondering why.
I wait to live. And live to wait;
Wench;
Woman;
Tell me.
What wanton wounds you accept to suffer?
Washing away your identity.
Whimsical,
the world's wrath.
Waiting to live, and living to wait.
Renee
P.S: FACEBOOK SUCKS! :(
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Wednesday, November 17, 2010 0 squiggle(s)
My Summer (part 1)
Anyway, to make the long babbling short, I decided to tell you a bit of my awesome (that was meant sarcastically, you suckers) SUMMER.
...
At first, I was pretty nervous as to whether it´ll be an interesting job or just one where they exploit greedy children who want to earn sth., yet in the end, it actually proved to be quite a blast: the people were amicable (most of them) and well, although it was deadly tiring, it was a good cause from the first day 'til the last!
...and yeah, I think you get my point. So technically, almost no one stopped and listened... although the best part of the day was talking to people and having the most random conversations and discussions with strangers you probably won't be seeing again.
It's not just about the money; not about your own needs and wants nor about the fruits you reap by sowing.
Rather, it's about the experience and epiphanies you undergo while jobbing.
Every time I was on the streets with my aching feet and my half-broken sandals, talking and explaining and giving my best to try to convince people of the purpose we were engaged in, I noticed how many people really did and do exert effort to be able to change the world; to make a change.
Some of them, of course, were lying (you could tell by their reactions, the curtness and shallowness of their answers), yet quite a number really DID have an idea; DID have a clue and actually WERE doing something that really DID change someone's life drastically.
...And you know what? The majority of them were young people, students like them, you and me; like us.
I'm not implying anything, (I don't want to play the hypocrite here) but if you really think about it, the youth really DOES play an utterly relevant role in the future of society (Whitney Houston was right all along).
After all, we are the idealists ... and our elders are the hopeless pessimists who CALL themselves realists. (Hold on a minute, I respect my elders and I'm not referring to all of them... I just meant those who are right at the top. I think you know what I mean, right?)
As the youth of today, shouldn't we already be thinking of reforming the way we mold the generations after us into industrialist minds?
We ourselves hate it, why not try to change it?
I know it's wishful thinking, but we're not trying to change the entire world at once.
Up to now, we've been trying to walk step by step into the right direction, waiting for a change.
But the question is: why not be the change itself? (I know many prominent people have probably already said this, but I think that there's no better nor blunter way to say what this world needs us to be.)
(I'm SO sorry for this tremendously mediocre post. My thoughts have been flying lately and they've been a bit tangled.)
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"The illiterate of the 21st century will not be those who cannot read and write,
but those who cannot learn, unlearn, and relearn."
SONG:
"Darling I do" by Landon Pigg and Lucy Schwartz. And yes, I love Shrek.
lovelovelove,
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Friday, July 30, 2010 1 squiggle(s)
My unfinished English assignment (ch.2)
Chapter Two:
Trina had been happy to find Ryan. She had been rescued by him; she could still recall. Or rather, she could still remember the little she had always known from that night. It had been a stormy winter when she had decided to run away. She had craved to find those who wanted and needed her, for she could not ignore the loneliness any longer. One night, she collapsed from exhaustion due to her long journeying and malnourishment. After that was the dream which she had always been having when her grief became too unbearable. It mostly involved endless seas, never-seen creatures and winding pathways, and her not finding an escape while a deep voice kept on calling her name.
Upon waking up, she was lying on a bed right where she started, finding a sort of stone on her lap. It was peculiarly shaped, something similar to a hazel nut yet with rectangular corners, five circles and an eye located in the middle. It was then that she saw a scar of exactly the same shape on her left shoulder. On that same afternoon, Ryan arrived, and soon thereafter, both of them became very fond of each other.
Unlike her, he had known his parents and had a past, although she still could not fathom why they had left him. He did not like talking about this much, so Trina never dredged up the topic.
The only thing she knew was that he had never told her who his parents were and that he disliked his last name above of all.
Because of this, she was curious as to why Pendek seemed to know much about his past.
She wanted to know more – and on top of all, she wanted to know whether this minuscule man had the key to unlock hers.
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Wednesday, June 30, 2010 0 squiggle(s)
MARKED AS... story
My unfinished English assignment (ch. 1)
It was a hot summer morning in June, the fiery orange sun barely visible from the horizon as the train stood to a halt at the platform just in time for sunrise.
“Ry! We’re here,” a frolicking girl exclaimed, her happy high-pitched voice resonating in the empty wagon as she gently shook a boy’s broad shoulders to wake him up. After a few shakes, the young teenager beside her finally stirred, sheepishly smiling at the girl upon opening his left green and right blue eye.
“What? We have to go!” she repeated impatiently, this time tugging at his sweatshirt while grabbing her black bag with her other hand.
The boy, still in mid-trance, slowly stood up and yawned, stretching his arms upward as he attempted to reach the luggage overhead many times.
Just as he was about to succeed, he heard heavy, sluggish footsteps behind him.
Thud. Thud. Thud. What on earth was that? Thud. Thud. Thud. “I think it’s approaching!” he thought to himself in fright, noticing the now trembling floor and flickering lights. He instinctively took Trina’s brittle hand and hurried toward the train doors when suddenly, his left foot slipped on a banana peel lying on the corridor, stumbling backward as he fell hard against the ground. Pitch darkness came into sight.
“Ry? RY!”
Ryan woke up with a start upon hearing that familiar bubbly voice, quickly sitting upright as he felt excitement rushing through his veins at the thought of their new home together.
He gazed around. The excitement diminished: he had forgotten what had happened just now, and to top it all, he was apparently still in the train, heading to who-knew-where.
“Ry! You’re awake! Thank God, I was starting to worry!” Trina stated.
“I’m sorry we weren’t able to carry you out onto the platform… good thing I was able to catch you, though.”
“We? Who is “we”?” he thought, baffled.
“Actually, we tried at first, but then I had trouble breathing, and you know my left hand is sort of fractured… so we left it at that.”
All of a sudden, a deep hoarse voice interrupted the girl.
“Mr. Richards, was it? Forgive me for not introducing myself any earlier. I think I may have given you such a scare with my heavy feet…”
The teenager was startled as he wondered how someone could have known the last name he had been concealing for so long. Trying to figure out whose voice it could be, he turned his head from left to right, his eyes squinting as he did. Finally, he spotted him: there at his foot sat a slim, miniature-sized man barely as tall as his hand, his frog-like feet several times larger and wider than any other part of his body; the tangled hair on his ovular head long, his big eyes squared and his mouth hidden by a bushy moustache. His hairy body reminded Ryan of a cloud of pollen – just that it had limbs.
“… and if it were not for this adorable girl, I would indeed have been squashed by your falling mass of body… albeit you may have probably felt the wrath of my sharp iron shoes prickling your back…and not to mention---”
“Excuse me, not to be rude or anything, but what and who exactly are you? And why do you know me?” he inquired, angered, emphasizing the latter question.
Trina seemed to be surprised at his reaction. She then answered: “His name is Pendek.”
“Pendek?”
This time, the small man replied. “Indeed so; I’m called Pendek the Gnardak and I wish to warn you for the Eye of Truth has spoken: “Thou hast not been seeking glee, yet thou will find; for mercy abounds and a pure valiant heart thou have. I warn thee: do not astray. Temptations thou will confront, yet thou shall prove who thou truly are. Rewards of any kind shall come to those who endure, yet condemnation awaits those who fall.””
Dumbfounded by these words, Ryan glanced at Trina and then picked Pendek up with his index finger and his thumb.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means, Mr. Richards, that you shall look into your heart and that you shall then understand – and that both of you shall come with me.”
P.S: I don´t know what the ending should be! Any ideas?
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Monday, June 14, 2010 0 squiggle(s)
Eyeing the I
Is it possible for something you love so much, something you really aspire for, to wound your heart irrevocably and deeply?
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Sunday, June 06, 2010 0 squiggle(s)
MARKED AS... eyeing the I, life, thoughts
Worth The Listen
I´ve decided to initiate some sort of weekly ritual here at Squiggly Scrawls. I´m probably not the first one who has thought of doing something like this, but I¨ll do it anyway... for the sake of someone out there.
Besides, it will also help me stop neglecting my blog by posting simple, short posts every single time I´m addicted to a song...so that would be pretty much always.
Soooo, this is the moment you have all been waiting for...
here is the one...
the lamest...
and the most tasteless...
*drum roll*
Worth the Listen List !
For starters, I would like to show you my for now personal favorite song by Stars, a Canadian pop-indie rock band. This song just drives me high.
Sexy voices, a composite of several soothing instruments (e-pianos, harmonicas?, drums, cellos...) playing in the background, possibly relatable lyrics and a lovely duet, this song definitely makes it to my top 5 of the week and even month.
"Your Ex-Lover is Dead" is a calm, relaxing song perfectly suitable for whenever you just feel like kicking back from all the stress, leaving your pumps and skirts in an unused corner, letting your boss´s /teacher´s ass wait a bit longer, while you pamper yourself with this catchy melody resonating in your ears, reading your favorite corny romance book and drinking a delicious frappuccino.
This is definitely a song that you just haaave to add to your worth the listen list:
It´s already driving me high,
Renee.
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Tuesday, June 01, 2010 0 squiggle(s)
MARKED AS... worth the listen
FREEDOM
Have you ever noticed that people nowadays are fond of talking about life and freedom? Thinking, quoting, discussing, even writing laws about them?
We often mention how good it is to be free as a bird, as insouciant and carefree.
What we don´t seem to notice, however, is how frequently we seem to take these words for granted.
At this moment, there are estimately 6,824,000,000 people on this planet, eating, dancing, singing, loving, hating, sleeping, celebrating, mourning, regretting, thinking, reading, etc, as they live life according to "their own masterplan", according to their will ... or according to others´.
So what are the words life and freedom everyone´s talking about?
Today, I spent most of my precious time at home, studying (thank God for not letting me procrastinate as usual) for the heaps of exams heading toward me this upcoming week, when I suddenly stumbled upon a blog on the internet concerning freedom and life as I just finished reading the news online.
I didn´t know what to think about it; at first I just thought it was just another mundane and common emo blog with its poems and posts teeming with hopelessness and misery (some were really poetic, though), until I scrolled further down and continued my perusal and landed on a post called "Pathetic Illusions"---until which I was utterly flabbergasted.
Here´s an extract of the blog which I sent to someone on Facebook (the only part I had still been able to save before my mom suddenly appeared in my room, initiated a virus scan and cleared the internet´s history):
"Today I killed my hamsters, my cat Crook, Sheilas dog Arnie and hit my 3 year old sisters head with a hammer. At first I hesitated because I was scared of what everybody else would think then, but in the end, I decided to kill them except for my sister and to simply explain the others what had been coming through my head all this time. Besides, my parents are on a business trip, so Id have to take care of the mess sometime else.
Now, dont think that Im a psycho, I did this for a reason. Do you know how powerful countries decide to start wars just for the sake of proving the countrys power? I did the same and technically, that was my reason, too. I wanted to prove how I still had the power over my body and also the freedom the world has not yet taken away from me. I wanted to prove to myself that I still am an individual who doesnt have to follow the norms, the rules. Someone who can still do what he wants, unlike you and everyone else.
Youd think Im crazy, but I think otherwise: this world is the one who is. People dont do what they want just for the sake of getting others approval and consent. People deny their identity, deny their actions, just because of their fear of recieving others contempt. Why is murder illegal when death row is legalized in other parts of the world? My opinion is: why dont you all shut the fuck up and wake up? Life may suck, but its only because we all make it suck. I killed my pets, and I dont regret it."
To tell you the truth, I still am shocked to the core and my normally big appetite seems to have disappeared since the pictures she posted in her blog of her pets´ corpses are still furiously emblazoned in my head. I´m not sure as to whether she genuinely meant it or whether she merely bluffed.
...but the only thing I know is that I fully agree with Paulo Coelho, one of my favorite authors of all time:
"Freedom is not the absence of commitments, but the ability to choose-- and commit myself to--what is best for me."
Anyway, what do YOU think?
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Sunday, May 30, 2010 2 squiggle(s)
Banana phobia
I have to confess something: I love bananas. I don´t know why, but I have this extremely intense inclination towards these yellow, finger-shaped fruits which make the bowel movement procedure much easier. I just love eating them--- the perfect dessert after a hearty meal.
That is, until yesterday.
Yesterday, I was at Beate Uhse (and for those of you who don´t know what it is, it´s an erotic shop where you can buy absolutely anything that fulfils your lascivious fantasies), accompanying a friend of mine to buy a little something she had been craving for these last few months.
I´m not there often... and in fact, the last time I was ,was when I bought leather thongs for a friend of mine as a prank gift for her 17th birthday (which was freaking expensive, mind you!).
You see, I´m not really into such kind of things......
I´m not sure why. I mean, I am open-minded.
(But maybe it´s because of the fact that I´m not exactly comfortable about e.g the thought of sticking something bigger and wider than a cucumber into any part of my body...unless it´s edible food, of course. And with edible, I mean 100% edible. And into the mouth. Oh-- And unless it´s a manifestation of love.)
Anyway, when we were there, I encountered the most peculiar-looking things.
Vivid, perverse images started to appear in my head, disarraying my train of thoughts and also the lunch I had had in my stomach. I felt as if I were in some horrid pornographic nightmare.
My friend then called my name...and I still thank God in my prayers for not letting me puke there and then.
So I went to her, and after having paid for the present, we went straight to her house where she had assembled several people for a costume houseparty she wanted to give.
The party wasn´t even half as bad: people were dressed up pretty creatively (I was dressed as the typical White Lady): there were Batmans and Zorros, Angela Merkels, ghosts, prostitutes and thugs... even wannabe psychotic doctors; I even met a nice gender-confused cowboy.
So after hours of dancing and chatting, I was on my way to my friend´s parents´ humongous bedroom where I had left my bag earlier,and upon entering the room, I was confronted with one of my lovely friends, teary-eyed, cracking up and stark naked.
Almost automatically, I asked her what was wrong, all the while thinking that I would have to hit her boyfriend into pieces any second now...
and well, guess what had happened? Let´s just say her boyfriend had put the banana that was laying on the dining table into the wrongest place.
I was shocked. My heart stood still---and then laughed. I laughed and laughed and laughed until I was about to asphyxiate myself from too much laughter. By the end of the evening, we were at the hospital(she donned on some clothes first, of course)... and well, ever since, I´ve promised myself NOT to go near to that hospital.
It was one of the most American-Pieish days of my life.
Moral of the story? Be careful with bananas. They´re more dangerous than you expect!
Renee
P.S: This is by far the most inept post in my blog, so...God, forgive me for I have sinned.
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Saturday, May 29, 2010 0 squiggle(s)
MARKED AS... random
(WARNING: PICTURES MAY BE REVOLTING)
I wasn't (and still am not!) quite certain as to whether these pictures and article are genuine or not, but either way, I think it's something which is definitely worth showing the world.
Brief translation: Shocking news circulated in China.
A town in Canton is now on trend taking baby herbal soup to increase health and sexual performance/ stamina. The cost in China currency = approx $4000.
It is a delicacy whereby expensive herbs are added to boil the baby with chicken meat for 8 hours boiling/steaming.
He pointed to his second wife next to him, who is 19 (he is 62), and testified that they have sex everyday. After waiting for a couple of weeks, he took this reporter to the restaurant when he was informed by the restaurant's manager that the spare rib soup (local code for baby soup) was now available.
This time, it was a couple who already had 2 daughters, the 3rd one a daughter again who the couple aborted when she was 5 months old.
The question is: is this a consequence of what appears to be an excessive care for health or a backfire of China's introduction of the ''one child in a family policy'', since the majority prefers to have male babies and poorer families end up selling their female babies?
Dear all,
This is so gross but at least we all know what is happening in this world.
"Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing."
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Thursday, May 20, 2010 0 squiggle(s)
Pure randomness
Yet as I may guess, this year is rather the contrary of my expectations as the only thing I get from all of this hoping is pissy,wet, depressing and wetter rain ... and dark clouds which lurk in every dark and bright corner menacing to burst into more pissy rain anytime soon.
Renée
P.S: This makes me happy every time. And by the way, if you took me seriously, then dude, get a life, won't ya? (Why won't the freaking video show?!)
SQUIGGLED BY Tine M. at Thursday, May 20, 2010 0 squiggle(s)
MARKED AS... random
The story of a Modest Man (ch1, continuation)
''Daddy?'' I asked, a suprisingly questioning look plastered over my face although as a kid, I still wasn't able to grasp the severity of the situation.
My dad, flabbergasted, stopped abruptly and looked at me with evident horror in his eyes.
''Enric! What are you-- what are you doing here?'', he managed to say, a subtle stutter emphasizing his breaking nerves. As a child, I was innocuous, but as I state this here and now, I would say it all started on that very day: indirectly, my childlike subconscious saw through him as he stood there with bloodshot eyes; eyes of a thirsty murderer.
''Daddy!'' I ran towards him, my arms eagle-like as I willed to accept his lasciviousness into my arms. Something lulled my heart: since then I felt no heartbeat.
He took me into his arms and kissed me on the forehead.
''Enric, son, this is Tora Kimura. She's my new assistant at work.''
I remember staring at her on that sunny day, thinking of a preying feline as I quietly eyed her cold dark eyes piercing into mine, her lips austere and her long black hair mischievously caressing the wind.
She leered at me. I stayed unflinching. Then I smiled.
''Hello,'' I said dearly with my childish voice. She smirked rather amicably in response. ''Hello, Enric.''
My dad turned to me. ''Well, son, what do you want?''
For some reason, I felt a pang of child-like uncertainty, as if what I seemed to want was mere illusion, and what I really wanted was, in that moment, a far-fetched reality.
I hesitated, and then pointed at the Etch-a-Sketch boy who sat on a bench right behind us three, his posture assimilating that of a gargoyle's.
''Kenji, come here, my dear,'' exclaimed Tora with a lovely, yet salient edgy tone.
The boy raised his head, the wind caressing his mousy, black hair.
He gaped at her, then at my father.
His gaze shifted toward me.
He remained seated while minutes passed by; a gargoyle gawking at a pointless destination.
He kept on ogling me, so I eventually returned him the favor.
Outside of our bubble, Tora continued to talk to my seemingly oblivious father, his hand slowly wandering from her back to her behind.
The sunlight suddenly blinded my eyes.
With that, my destiny was changed.
(to be continued)
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From ''The Over 30 Club''
I was perusing my e-mail just now, and noticed, as anyone does, how much junkmail I received.
As it's holiday and basically all of my friends are out of town so there's not exactly much to do, I decided to look at the crap people decide to send others because they don't have anything else to do.
So I came across this.
''When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning....Uphill... Barefoot...BOTH ways… yadda, yadda, yadda
And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!
But now that I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia!
And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it!
I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!!
There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents!
Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! Nowhere was safe!
There were no MP3's or Napsters or iTunes! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself!
Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up! There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished, and then the tape would come undone rendering it useless. Cause, hey, that's how we rolled, Baby! Dig?
We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, that's it!
There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If you left the house, you just didn't make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your "friends". OH MY GOD !!! Think of the horror... not being in touch with someone 24/7!!! And then there's TEXTING. Yeah, right. Please! You kids have no idea how annoying you are.
And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your parents, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, the collection agent... you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!
We didn't have any fancy PlayStation or Xbox video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! Wehad the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'. Your screen guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen... Forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!
You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!! NO REMOTES!!! Oh, no, what's the world coming to?!?!
There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying? We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-finks!
And we didn't have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove! Imagine that!
And our parents told us to stay outside and play... all day long. Oh, no, no electronics to soothe and comfort. And if you came back inside... you were doing chores!
And car seats - oh, please! Mom threw you in the back seat and you hung on. If you were lucky, you got the "safety arm" across the chest at the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if your head hit the dashboard, well that was your fault for calling "shot gun" in the first place!
See! That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled rotten! You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980 or any time before!
Regards,
The Over 30 Crowd ''
Now, now, it's not exactly rotten. I smiled and even giggled when I read it.
It just can't help to tell you the truth; I even related!
P.S: Hope you have a fantastic Spring break!
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The story of a modest man ( start of ch.1)
''Yes, it's incredible. What did they even bring the animals for?'' Dulce inquired, a hint of pretense accompanying her voice.
''I'm not even sure. They haven't even told us citizens the truth! In my opinion..."
P.S: the other post was the prologue. Happy Easter, everyone!
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The story of a modest man (prologue)
And Enric, guy full of wishful thinking.
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The green monster's back
Why am I so incapable of motivating myself?
Renée
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Jots of trash
I wish I could tell you it so that you'd be elated,too.
Have you ever had the dilemma of dying to tell someone you love about something you love but you're incapable of doing what you're urging to do?
There's a heavy burden etched in my heart which just won't disappear.
I've been confronted with numerous radical situations my whole life.
Sometimes earlier than I ought to, and at times much later than I should've had.
One thing they have in common?
Every situation was the moment that could change the next; and the next the proximate; and the proximate, eventually, a lifetime.
This second is A moment.
I'm holding onto that one thing I'm aware I'm more than just lucky to have.
It's something I know that is one in a billion, something abstract yet irreplaceable.
...but people around me are demanding me to let it go, convincing me that it's more harmful than heavenly with their colorful words and graphic illustrations.
AND with their own lives.
It's something I found and which was waiting to be found;
something I rescued which saves me everytime.
It's this second; a moment.
...
Why should I keep up to anyone's expectations but mine?
I don't want to be that ostracized victim.
Renée
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