It was rainy and gloomy, but my parents didn't care.
We were pretty close to losing a client at work, but my parents didn't care.
I almost screwed up a project, but my parents didn't care.
Why?
'Cause yesterday we celebrated my parent's 35th Wedding Anniversary with family and friends, with some of the couples in attendance inching closer to the same milestone.
35 years -- I can't even make a relationship last 35 minutes!
I don't know how they do it, but they make it happen everyday. Together.
They give me hope that lasting love is not a myth - 'cause of all the things I am cynical about,
I hope marriage will never be one of them... ;)
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
We Make Quite a "Racquet" In Tennis... (senryu)
Your cross-court backhand
with my forehand down-the-line
are a perfect match!...
***I guess you can say I find her quite "smashing"... ;)***
with my forehand down-the-line
are a perfect match!...
***I guess you can say I find her quite "smashing"... ;)***
Monday, January 29, 2007
Far East Asian-tricities...
Nothing more dangerous on the road
than a Chinese man making a U-turn
in a Japanese car, while talking on
a Korean-brand cellphone with his
Thai wife staring,
hopelessy,
at the safety of the sidewalk
that looms not far from them...
... Somewhere, my brethren is mad at me.
But I'm just reporting what I saw.
than a Chinese man making a U-turn
in a Japanese car, while talking on
a Korean-brand cellphone with his
Thai wife staring,
hopelessy,
at the safety of the sidewalk
that looms not far from them...
... Somewhere, my brethren is mad at me.
But I'm just reporting what I saw.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Went To See A Movie, But Saw Something Else Instead...
I went to see "Smokin' Aces" last night - but that's not what this story's about. Oh, if you want my opinion on the film, I'll be more than happy to send you a review.
No, this story is about a "theater-going" experience:
Getting to the theater late, I'm forced to scan for my pal J.K. in the dark. Naturally, I try to blink my eyes to adjust, but the light flickering from the screen is not helping at all. Not wanting to do the old "shout-out-Marco-Polo-style" routine, I walk a bit further up to the front so I can see more of the audience.
And wouldn't you know? Just to piss me off, J.K. was holding up his hand, but it wasn't very high - you know, like in High School when a teacher asks a question but you're not really sure if you want to answer it? It was kinda like that. It was a half-raised, half-assed attempt at getting my attention, to which I immediately bumped into his legs while crossing into the seat next to him.
I said "Excuse Me", but the tone sounded more like, "You're a real F--kwad, you know that?"
Settling into my seat, I was glad no one was sitting in front of me, since the theater didn't have tiered seating.
Just my luck - two guys come rushing into the theater, and guess where they plop down? Of course, the guy that sat in front of me would have the biggest head I'd ever seen on a man, and with hair that looked like he was Kid of Kid 'n Play. I was hoping that he'd slouch after awhile, but no dice.
As the movie progressed, I swear his head was getting bigger and bigger, and it didn't help that he'd be putting on and taking off his glasses every couple minutes. I guess he wasn't sure if he was Nearsighted, Farsighted, or Blind. So, with huge head, giant hair and now an arm blocking my view, I had no choice but to lean to my left and right to catch the action on the screen. I looked like I was swerving through traffic in my seat!
But would I let this get me down? Absolutely not! I figured that after the week I've had, I'm about par for the course, and just lucky that in my life, I can bitch about mundane things like this. But that's what going to the movies is about: sitting in a room full of strangers and engaging in a collective experience.
Though I might think about bringing a pillow with me next time... ;)
No, this story is about a "theater-going" experience:
Getting to the theater late, I'm forced to scan for my pal J.K. in the dark. Naturally, I try to blink my eyes to adjust, but the light flickering from the screen is not helping at all. Not wanting to do the old "shout-out-Marco-Polo-style" routine, I walk a bit further up to the front so I can see more of the audience.
And wouldn't you know? Just to piss me off, J.K. was holding up his hand, but it wasn't very high - you know, like in High School when a teacher asks a question but you're not really sure if you want to answer it? It was kinda like that. It was a half-raised, half-assed attempt at getting my attention, to which I immediately bumped into his legs while crossing into the seat next to him.
I said "Excuse Me", but the tone sounded more like, "You're a real F--kwad, you know that?"
Settling into my seat, I was glad no one was sitting in front of me, since the theater didn't have tiered seating.
Just my luck - two guys come rushing into the theater, and guess where they plop down? Of course, the guy that sat in front of me would have the biggest head I'd ever seen on a man, and with hair that looked like he was Kid of Kid 'n Play. I was hoping that he'd slouch after awhile, but no dice.
As the movie progressed, I swear his head was getting bigger and bigger, and it didn't help that he'd be putting on and taking off his glasses every couple minutes. I guess he wasn't sure if he was Nearsighted, Farsighted, or Blind. So, with huge head, giant hair and now an arm blocking my view, I had no choice but to lean to my left and right to catch the action on the screen. I looked like I was swerving through traffic in my seat!
But would I let this get me down? Absolutely not! I figured that after the week I've had, I'm about par for the course, and just lucky that in my life, I can bitch about mundane things like this. But that's what going to the movies is about: sitting in a room full of strangers and engaging in a collective experience.
Though I might think about bringing a pillow with me next time... ;)
Friday, January 26, 2007
My TV P.O.V.'s: ABC could learn a thing from FOX...
Momentum in serial dramas is crucial, if not only for marketing and advertising concerns, but simply for the fact that people like their shows to play as continuously as possible with very little reruns, except when shows take breaks between the holiday season and for special events.
I was thinking about this recently, concerning the show Lost. Lost demands a great deal from the viewer - commitment, reasoning, perception, and a whole lot of patience when it comes to deciphering clues each week as to the mystery behind what is happening to the people trapped on the island. The fans have spoken, and they really dig the show - they just don't dig getting 3 episodes at a time, followed by 6 reruns.
Fickle as we are, we sometimes forget that creating television takes a lot of hard work, long hours, and tons of creativity that doesn't come easy to the writers who have to come up with this stuff. However, Network programming schedules do influence this flow a bit, and that's why I think ABC could learn a thing about how FOX does their programming.
For instance - 3 years ago, the show 24 was running into the very same problem - it would air about 4 episodes, and then go into repeats for 3 weeks. With a show where each episode represents one hour of the day that's taking place, by the end of the Season, one feels like they've been watching 24 for 2 years! FOX also noticed a decline in viewership because of this, and realized that if they didn't do something soon, this flagship drama was going to set sail very quickly toward "Hiatus Island".
So to keep the energy of the show flowing, FOX rearraged the time slot and the season's start date to January so the show would play CONTINUOUSLY all the way through to May, with zero - count'em, zero - repeats. That means they would air 22 episodes (they've figured out that they can air two-hours back to back to count as one long episode, and this year the Season Premiere actually lasted 4 hours but it counts as only two episodes) that could keep the audience excited about what is happening, and ultimately, make sure that the action and suspense didn't wane as the season progressed.
FOX's strategy worked. New fans were being drawn to the non-stop drama and action and old fans were coming back 'cause they could feel the high stakes again, just like in Season 1. People started caring whether or not Jack Bauer was really going to make it out alive, and how he was gonna save the day.
In ABC's defense, I do believe that they heard the gripes about Lost's constant reruns that were occuring in Season 2. ABC's current fix of airing 6 episodes last fall and the next 16 this Spring - uninterrupted - is a step in the right direction, but will it be enough? Can the show capture back our interests as if time hasn't passed at all? I guess we'll just have to wait and see, if we can really "find" ourselves "Lost" again... ;)
SO -- What do you think? Are there better strategies that the Network execs have missed? Or am I just dreaming when it comes to "Network Scheduling Utopia"?
I was thinking about this recently, concerning the show Lost. Lost demands a great deal from the viewer - commitment, reasoning, perception, and a whole lot of patience when it comes to deciphering clues each week as to the mystery behind what is happening to the people trapped on the island. The fans have spoken, and they really dig the show - they just don't dig getting 3 episodes at a time, followed by 6 reruns.
Fickle as we are, we sometimes forget that creating television takes a lot of hard work, long hours, and tons of creativity that doesn't come easy to the writers who have to come up with this stuff. However, Network programming schedules do influence this flow a bit, and that's why I think ABC could learn a thing about how FOX does their programming.
For instance - 3 years ago, the show 24 was running into the very same problem - it would air about 4 episodes, and then go into repeats for 3 weeks. With a show where each episode represents one hour of the day that's taking place, by the end of the Season, one feels like they've been watching 24 for 2 years! FOX also noticed a decline in viewership because of this, and realized that if they didn't do something soon, this flagship drama was going to set sail very quickly toward "Hiatus Island".
So to keep the energy of the show flowing, FOX rearraged the time slot and the season's start date to January so the show would play CONTINUOUSLY all the way through to May, with zero - count'em, zero - repeats. That means they would air 22 episodes (they've figured out that they can air two-hours back to back to count as one long episode, and this year the Season Premiere actually lasted 4 hours but it counts as only two episodes) that could keep the audience excited about what is happening, and ultimately, make sure that the action and suspense didn't wane as the season progressed.
FOX's strategy worked. New fans were being drawn to the non-stop drama and action and old fans were coming back 'cause they could feel the high stakes again, just like in Season 1. People started caring whether or not Jack Bauer was really going to make it out alive, and how he was gonna save the day.
In ABC's defense, I do believe that they heard the gripes about Lost's constant reruns that were occuring in Season 2. ABC's current fix of airing 6 episodes last fall and the next 16 this Spring - uninterrupted - is a step in the right direction, but will it be enough? Can the show capture back our interests as if time hasn't passed at all? I guess we'll just have to wait and see, if we can really "find" ourselves "Lost" again... ;)
SO -- What do you think? Are there better strategies that the Network execs have missed? Or am I just dreaming when it comes to "Network Scheduling Utopia"?
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Tales from the Counter: A Little Girl's Dream...
I had to get to work early today for a project that's due, so to treat myself for waking up so darn early, I stopped by this local greasy spoon on the way.
While sitting at the counter, a young girl and her mother were enjoying their breakfasts of eggs and oatmeal, when all of a sudden the little girl said, "Mommy, I had this dream last night!"
The mother looked with somewhat feigned interest - the way mother's do when they've heard every crazy thing ever uttered from their child. But not wanting to disappoint, she replied, "Really? What was it about?"
The little girl lit up. "I was dreaming that I was inside a BIG TOASTER!"
"What were you doing inside a BIG TOASTER?," the mother asked.
"I dunno, but then, I POPPED out and I was all BURNT - like toast!"
The little girl laughed the way only a child can, and her mother simply sighed, but looked to her daughter with loving eyes.
And I, to be so lucky, to catch this exchange before my morning cup of coffee.
Seriously, I can't make this stuff up... ;)
While sitting at the counter, a young girl and her mother were enjoying their breakfasts of eggs and oatmeal, when all of a sudden the little girl said, "Mommy, I had this dream last night!"
The mother looked with somewhat feigned interest - the way mother's do when they've heard every crazy thing ever uttered from their child. But not wanting to disappoint, she replied, "Really? What was it about?"
The little girl lit up. "I was dreaming that I was inside a BIG TOASTER!"
"What were you doing inside a BIG TOASTER?," the mother asked.
"I dunno, but then, I POPPED out and I was all BURNT - like toast!"
The little girl laughed the way only a child can, and her mother simply sighed, but looked to her daughter with loving eyes.
And I, to be so lucky, to catch this exchange before my morning cup of coffee.
Seriously, I can't make this stuff up... ;)
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
A Victim of Semantics: Restaurant Jargon...
I was out with some friends last night, when I asked the waiter for a "side of onion rings" with my burger.
When the food arrived, I was expecting my burger to come with a basket of fresh, crispy, golden-friend onion rings. Instead, the waiter plopped down my food - with a side of RAW onions.
I said, "Excuse me, I had asked for a side of onion rings."
The waiter realized his mistake. "I'm sorry sir, I thought I heard you say just onions. Let me go and get you that side right away."
A few minutes later, as I'm digging into my burger, the waiter puts down a new basket - I smile until I look down and see only TWO fresh, crispy, golden-friend onion rings staring back at me.
TWO!
They sat there in the basket in all their negative-space glory, just utterly pitiful. Apparently, the waiter still didn't get that I wanted a basket.
My mouth was full so I couldn't call him back. My friends couldn't believe what was happening so all they could do was laugh hysterically at my expense.
I finally call the waiter back and explain to him that, "I'd like an ORDER of onion rings, please. NOT just rings for my burger.
"Oh! You wanted a SIDE ORDER of onion rings!"
"Yep, that's right."
"Man, you're being SOOO difficult," he said in his most sarcastic tone, and ran off to fetch me my fat-drenched, not-very-healthy-for-you SIDE ORDER!
By the time my SIDE ORDER of ONION RINGS came, my friends were fargone from laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. I had to laugh a bit too, for if I knew I had to be that specific, I would've written down my order and handed it to our waiter.
Oh, and here's the kicker - the waiter still charged me 99 cents for the TWO onion rings that came before, on top of everything else. What the heck!
But to still have a way to blog about this little food-fiasco? Absolutely priceless... ;)
When the food arrived, I was expecting my burger to come with a basket of fresh, crispy, golden-friend onion rings. Instead, the waiter plopped down my food - with a side of RAW onions.
I said, "Excuse me, I had asked for a side of onion rings."
The waiter realized his mistake. "I'm sorry sir, I thought I heard you say just onions. Let me go and get you that side right away."
A few minutes later, as I'm digging into my burger, the waiter puts down a new basket - I smile until I look down and see only TWO fresh, crispy, golden-friend onion rings staring back at me.
TWO!
They sat there in the basket in all their negative-space glory, just utterly pitiful. Apparently, the waiter still didn't get that I wanted a basket.
My mouth was full so I couldn't call him back. My friends couldn't believe what was happening so all they could do was laugh hysterically at my expense.
I finally call the waiter back and explain to him that, "I'd like an ORDER of onion rings, please. NOT just rings for my burger.
"Oh! You wanted a SIDE ORDER of onion rings!"
"Yep, that's right."
"Man, you're being SOOO difficult," he said in his most sarcastic tone, and ran off to fetch me my fat-drenched, not-very-healthy-for-you SIDE ORDER!
By the time my SIDE ORDER of ONION RINGS came, my friends were fargone from laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. I had to laugh a bit too, for if I knew I had to be that specific, I would've written down my order and handed it to our waiter.
Oh, and here's the kicker - the waiter still charged me 99 cents for the TWO onion rings that came before, on top of everything else. What the heck!
But to still have a way to blog about this little food-fiasco? Absolutely priceless... ;)
Monday, January 22, 2007
My Father Didn't Pass On To Me The Fonzie Gene...
There are times when I feel like I am very much my father's son, and other times I wonder whether we're truly related at all. When it comes to the issue of charm and charisma, I think there was something held back that wasn't passed on to yours truly. I was not more aware of this than the time I took a business trip with my father.
We were checking into the hotel for the night, when this lovely 20-something blonde girl appeared behind the Registration Desk. She smiled at the both of us, but I noticed that her eyes seemed to linger on my father - just a tad longer than usual for a stranger to be holding a gaze.
Was she checking him out?
As we're getting the room keys and dealing with room billing and whatnot, my father would exchange playful banter with her, like, "Hey, you don't sound like you're around here. Where are you from?" Or, "That really is a lovely acccent" And she'd just be putty in his hands, flirtatiously answering his silly questions with little giggles and sighs. I tell ya, 5 minutes into it, and she was ready to have his children. It was like watching my father use the "Jedi Mind Trick" on her - to which I wondered why he didn't try to fanagle us better rooms.
Alas, as we walked away, Blonde Girl was still staring at my father like some prey she was getting ready to pounce on. My father's ego was so big right then that it literally pushed me away from him. His smile from ear to ear said it all.
Yeah, he still had "It".
Perhaps the Fonzie gene is dormant in me for now - but I hope it activates by the time I get to his age... ;)
We were checking into the hotel for the night, when this lovely 20-something blonde girl appeared behind the Registration Desk. She smiled at the both of us, but I noticed that her eyes seemed to linger on my father - just a tad longer than usual for a stranger to be holding a gaze.
Was she checking him out?
As we're getting the room keys and dealing with room billing and whatnot, my father would exchange playful banter with her, like, "Hey, you don't sound like you're around here. Where are you from?" Or, "That really is a lovely acccent" And she'd just be putty in his hands, flirtatiously answering his silly questions with little giggles and sighs. I tell ya, 5 minutes into it, and she was ready to have his children. It was like watching my father use the "Jedi Mind Trick" on her - to which I wondered why he didn't try to fanagle us better rooms.
Alas, as we walked away, Blonde Girl was still staring at my father like some prey she was getting ready to pounce on. My father's ego was so big right then that it literally pushed me away from him. His smile from ear to ear said it all.
Yeah, he still had "It".
Perhaps the Fonzie gene is dormant in me for now - but I hope it activates by the time I get to his age... ;)
Friday, January 19, 2007
Vanilla and Chocolate...
Some may see a bowl of
Vanilla and Chocolate ice cream
just as it is,
milk and sugar
But I'd like to think that
somewhere in the simple confection
of these two,
side by side
Is the cure for a a day smashed
through a sledgehammer,
the doorway out of bittersweet accidents
and whiskey sour anger --
When covered with toffee-flavored hope,
layered with candied-cherry dreams,
Vanilla and Chocolate can save the soul,
if not, the world...
Vanilla and Chocolate ice cream
just as it is,
milk and sugar
But I'd like to think that
somewhere in the simple confection
of these two,
side by side
Is the cure for a a day smashed
through a sledgehammer,
the doorway out of bittersweet accidents
and whiskey sour anger --
When covered with toffee-flavored hope,
layered with candied-cherry dreams,
Vanilla and Chocolate can save the soul,
if not, the world...
Thursday, January 18, 2007
My Father is a Monkey...
My father is many things - A good husband, a provider of sorts, and a great listener.
What he is not - is mechanically inclined.
Weeks ago, I found him banging away on a copy machine like those monkeys in "2001: A Space Odyssey" when they encounter the Monolith. That's my father's old school solution to machines that aren't working. I think he still believes he can invoke the powers of "The Fonz" from time to time - a nudge here, a perfectly timed rapt, and voila! Machine woes solved!
But on that day, he was banging on the copy machine like it was a game of SIMON. I could either let him beat the crap out out of the machine and enjoy some low-cost entertainment, or I could be a good son and see what was the problem.
While checking out what was wrong, I saw that the giant GREEN BUTTON that you push to start the copier was stuck. Busting out my "Macgyver" trade craft, I took a paperclip and shimmied the button free.
PLICK! The button pops back up, and all is back to normal in Copier Land!
As I walk away, I notice my father studying the button like a Level 7 Soduko puzzle. But in this case, I think the button... was studying him.
What he is not - is mechanically inclined.
Weeks ago, I found him banging away on a copy machine like those monkeys in "2001: A Space Odyssey" when they encounter the Monolith. That's my father's old school solution to machines that aren't working. I think he still believes he can invoke the powers of "The Fonz" from time to time - a nudge here, a perfectly timed rapt, and voila! Machine woes solved!
But on that day, he was banging on the copy machine like it was a game of SIMON. I could either let him beat the crap out out of the machine and enjoy some low-cost entertainment, or I could be a good son and see what was the problem.
While checking out what was wrong, I saw that the giant GREEN BUTTON that you push to start the copier was stuck. Busting out my "Macgyver" trade craft, I took a paperclip and shimmied the button free.
PLICK! The button pops back up, and all is back to normal in Copier Land!
As I walk away, I notice my father studying the button like a Level 7 Soduko puzzle. But in this case, I think the button... was studying him.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Brow-Beating...
Where were you last night?
With Kevin?
Really?
Well, that's funny, 'cause I called
Kevin and he said he was with Ricky
playing darts at O'Malley's --
If you were with Kevin, how come
he doesn't remember?
He was drunk, you say?
Oh, I see -
you were with Kevin, but then
ended up staying over at Bobby's
cause you were too tired
to drive, is that it?
THAT'S what you're going with?
Then, you won't mind if I give 'ol
Bobby a call, right?
Right?
RIGHT!
With Kevin?
Really?
Well, that's funny, 'cause I called
Kevin and he said he was with Ricky
playing darts at O'Malley's --
If you were with Kevin, how come
he doesn't remember?
He was drunk, you say?
Oh, I see -
you were with Kevin, but then
ended up staying over at Bobby's
cause you were too tired
to drive, is that it?
THAT'S what you're going with?
Then, you won't mind if I give 'ol
Bobby a call, right?
Right?
RIGHT!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Bottom Of My Check Read...(senryu)
"Please pay your server" -
as if to forget "dine and
dashing" is not cool...
as if to forget "dine and
dashing" is not cool...
Monday, January 15, 2007
Ode to a King...
The man, had a dream
of us united in peace --
dreaming... together.
***May we never let the dream die - for though we have the capacity for hatred, we also have the greater capacity for harmony. A long journey we have traveled, but a lot more journey left to traverse, and I'm really glad ya'll are coming with me... ;)***
of us united in peace --
dreaming... together.
***May we never let the dream die - for though we have the capacity for hatred, we also have the greater capacity for harmony. A long journey we have traveled, but a lot more journey left to traverse, and I'm really glad ya'll are coming with me... ;)***
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Returning Your Call, Sorta...
RING!!!
Hello?
Hey Jeannie, it's Donna. What's up?
Nothing much.
I'm just returning your call.
Great! I was calling 'cause I think you should know --
Oh, could you hold that thought?
CLICK of the call waiting
Hey, sorry about that.
That's all right.
Sorry, but I'm gonna have to call you back.
What?
I've gotta take this other call. It's "You Know Who"!
So... you're calling to let me know you'll call me back?
Uh... yeah.
I've gotta talk to you now! This can't wait any longer!
Jeannie, don't be such a drama queen! I FINALLY got Rex on the phone and I've been dying to talk to him ALL day.
But Donna, Rex is...
Love you!
CLICK.
... calling to break up with you.
DAMN.
Hello?
Hey Jeannie, it's Donna. What's up?
Nothing much.
I'm just returning your call.
Great! I was calling 'cause I think you should know --
Oh, could you hold that thought?
CLICK of the call waiting
Hey, sorry about that.
That's all right.
Sorry, but I'm gonna have to call you back.
What?
I've gotta take this other call. It's "You Know Who"!
So... you're calling to let me know you'll call me back?
Uh... yeah.
I've gotta talk to you now! This can't wait any longer!
Jeannie, don't be such a drama queen! I FINALLY got Rex on the phone and I've been dying to talk to him ALL day.
But Donna, Rex is...
Love you!
CLICK.
... calling to break up with you.
DAMN.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Ketamine Haze...
I can only assume that
what I saw during my ketamine haze
was not sea monkeys flying through
the air with nymphs on their backs,
nor unicorns racing against centaurs
off the freeway -
but truly, it couldn't
have been you inspecting
my best friend's tonsils on
a street made of sippy-straws --
No, that would be too far fetched,
as the talking walrus agrees
with me...
what I saw during my ketamine haze
was not sea monkeys flying through
the air with nymphs on their backs,
nor unicorns racing against centaurs
off the freeway -
but truly, it couldn't
have been you inspecting
my best friend's tonsils on
a street made of sippy-straws --
No, that would be too far fetched,
as the talking walrus agrees
with me...
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Bloor Street Station...
On Church and Charles,
easy to spot young lovers -
John and John, French Kiss...
easy to spot young lovers -
John and John, French Kiss...
Monday, January 08, 2007
Corona Memoria...(haiku)
Late autumn heat wave,
warm night breeze blows on my skin -
save this for later...
warm night breeze blows on my skin -
save this for later...
Friday, January 05, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Swam...
It all started long ago,
when I was so sure that
the reef was reachable if
I just pushed myself
farther out, past the safety
of the shoreline, cutting the
open water with long strokes
and quick breaths
Now, so much time spent gliding
through the ocean, I am no closer
to that reef - a dark cloud of doubt
casts upon my thoughts, forcing me
to question whether or not this
fool's errand was worth my time at
all - exhausted arms grieving for
dry land now so far away...
when I was so sure that
the reef was reachable if
I just pushed myself
farther out, past the safety
of the shoreline, cutting the
open water with long strokes
and quick breaths
Now, so much time spent gliding
through the ocean, I am no closer
to that reef - a dark cloud of doubt
casts upon my thoughts, forcing me
to question whether or not this
fool's errand was worth my time at
all - exhausted arms grieving for
dry land now so far away...
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Swinging...
Fly,
fly,
flying
through the air,
legs dangling to
and fro,
Swinging
back,
and
forth,
Sun and clouds
intertwined, breezes
gusting cares away...
... leaving us to pendulum
worry-free, a sky above and
tomorrow beneath our feet...
fly,
flying
through the air,
legs dangling to
and fro,
Swinging
back,
and
forth,
Sun and clouds
intertwined, breezes
gusting cares away...
... leaving us to pendulum
worry-free, a sky above and
tomorrow beneath our feet...
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Box O' Chocolates...
Tempt me you do,
oh sweet box of goodness,
for you may be chocolate,
but it seems I, am the one
who melts so easily
Each bite more adulterous than
the next - my mind says no,
but my mouth no longer
hears me at all - restraint and
control are out on hiatus
Soon, only the remains of wrappers
in contorted rigor mortis, crumbs of
nougat and caramel dot the bottom
of the box - I sigh, and reach for
another box fervently...
oh sweet box of goodness,
for you may be chocolate,
but it seems I, am the one
who melts so easily
Each bite more adulterous than
the next - my mind says no,
but my mouth no longer
hears me at all - restraint and
control are out on hiatus
Soon, only the remains of wrappers
in contorted rigor mortis, crumbs of
nougat and caramel dot the bottom
of the box - I sigh, and reach for
another box fervently...
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