Boulevard of Dreams

Wednesday, July 01, 2009 ; 10:00 PM

I GOT MY BICYCLE.

I GOT MY BICYCLE!!

Hahahahaha. The amount of childish glee at getting two wheels is insanity, but I don't care.
Now I can ride up and down the river, and feel the sunny wind in my hair, and wear a ridiculously outlandish cap (just because it looks good with the bicycle-basket.)

In fact, this is a good time to name my contraption. Something catchy and sweet, and SHORT (because we wouldn't want to play tongue-twister with a long, rambling label, would we?).

I'll have to think about that. In the meantime... ...

PLEASE DO NOT DISTURB - - - - - -

MY BICYCLE AND I ARE GOING ON A DATE!!!!!

:)

Thursday, June 18, 2009 ; 12:33 AM

Make a wish, baby.

It's the second week of the holidays, and I still haven't bought
a bicycle. Look what the lazy meanderings of June has done to
me. :)

Today, I feel like dancing. Really, stretching my arms and legs, and airing my jazz shoes once again. (I was afraid they'd rot away into dust-well, heh, they almost did.)

And afterwards, I'll eat five apples from fruit oasis, and compose a nice song on the piano.

Then I'll put my brain to good use with the Rubik's Cube on my table, and spend the next hour blowing soap bubbles.

Sounds like a swell plan.

Oh god, I'm going bonkers. Hahaha. This is so
nonsensically incandescent.

Friday, June 05, 2009 ; 10:00 PM

Puppies on a brown-park-bench...

One for the sun

Two for the fun

Three for flowery winds

Four for juicy tamarinds

And the last of all, the last of all -

For the sleep of spring and the coming of Fall. :)

AND IT'S SARAH-IN-THE-SUN, with knee-high grass and June lilies at the side of the pavement, daydreaming and watching cars.

'Tis a holiday for playing and laughing;

for sleeping right through the 5am cock-a-doodle-doo, and then the morning radio;

for doing everything on the fun to-do-list, and not to wear socks(or WHITE SCHOOL SHOES. Hahaha.);
for jumping into the pool or ice-skating to escape from the over-friendly heat, for saying blah blah blah and getting away with it, scotch-free.

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No.1 on my Holiday list: Buy a bicycle-immediately. Heh. :P

Sunday, April 19, 2009 ; 3:30 PM

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis- The Story.

This, my friends, is the word of the day. Or of a lifetime. It is also the longest word in the dictionary (according to my lovely English tutor).

But aside from being the most extensive, most complex term in language, it exudes large amounts of thought-provoking, unavoidable attention. In other words, people who stumble across this post will:
1. First, drop their jaws so that their mouths form a perfect 'o'
2. Start to laugh and continue to do so for at least half a minute
3. Slowly frown and pucker-up their brains upon first glance at this word, and...
4. ...will then subject themselves to a series of 'inner-voice' questions (the most common being:"What does it mean?").

Scrabble-Lovers would thus commence on dismantling the word, and find that there are letters they do recognize (like 'ultra', 'microscopic' and 'volcano'-although the combo makes no sense whatsoever) and those with an innate sense of curiosity or determination would immediately rifle studiously through their pocket dictionaries.

Then, of course, there are those select few who have won top-prizes in the Spelling Bee, or have written an encyclopedia themselves; and those privileged personages would jump up gleefully, throwing their popcorn at the puzzled masses, and yell: "Aha, you fools! Only I, a genius, would know what the meaning of such a word is! And being such a generous genius (with good taste on uses of alliteration too) I shall kindly educate all of you. It is none other than the simple meaning of (insert drumroll) _______________________."

THE END.

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Story of the Day: (Look above.)

Book of the Day: The Handmaid's Tale- Margaret Atwood.

Such strange, deep descriptions I have never seen before. As shown below... ...

He lets the book fall closed. It makes an exhausted sound, like a padded door shutting, by itself, at a distance: a puff of air. The sound suggests the softness of the thin oniony pages, how they would feel under the fingers. Soft and dry, like papier poudre, pink and powdery, from the time before, you'd get it in booklets for taking the shine off your nose, in those stores that sold candles and soap in the shape of things: seashells, mushrooms. Like cigarette paper. Like petals.

Makes one travel backwards to carve flickering scenes into their imagination, doesn't it?

Song of the Day: two posts down, there is a video with the 'turtle-hatchery-song-that-I-liked'. Mhmm. The one you're staring at, yup, that's the one. Absoluto.

And a familiar photo:

Just for emphasis: my undeniable visual support for Earth Day.

SAVE THE EARTH! Or you shall be cursed with pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. (Those of you smart enough to have already checked your trusty book, you'll know what I mean. Hahahaw.)

Friday, April 10, 2009 ; 1:40 PM

Today, it will rain. It always does.

And then, after the storm, a beautiful rainbow, quiet in the clean sky.

It will stretch over fields and continents, a free bridge in the clouds

It will stretch over oceans and nations,

Over the mountains and rocks and purple roads

It will shine down on a cross and a hill near the end of the earth, like the ages

And it will go on and on and on and on and on..............

Just like the smile of heaven.

Everlasting, promising, forever.

"And my dear, all you have to do is pray-and you shall find that pot of gold at rainbow's end."

Sunday, April 05, 2009 ; 9:35 PM

Our dreams, they are made out of real things~

Will they really be gone when the morning light sings?

The song from the turtle hatchery conservation video (Pulau Tioman)...but it's not of turtles and 'saving the world' that I think of.

And the stars- they shine for you, for me, for her, for him, for them and for everyone else who catches the sunrise.

Saturday, March 14, 2009 ; 12:00 AM

quirky, sultry, sexy. ~ :)

Popular entertainment for the masses is always welcomed here with open arms... especially a jazz singer made out of cardboard and a band with sticks and stones for hands and bones. Whoooo. Very unusual, I must say.

(Also, who else would think of adding a doll-house and a mouse hole into the video? Hahaha.)

So we're gonna be Sinkin' Soon.