Slither~~

Today, i will be logging in a curious dream invaded by snakes during my last slumber. You know, I find my dreams quite fascinating especially when it contains elaborate details on various elements. Although sometimes unpleasant, but fascinatingly so, non the less. But of course, this will not automatically transform this into a dream log blog, rest assure.

Let me introduce the perpetrators;

Snake 1.
Resembling similar hide colour and texture, most probably a Mexican burrowing snake, a large worm snake, or a slender blind snake (Yes, I did some research)
- Not venomous


Snake 2.
The Coral Snake
- Venomous


Snake 3.
The Cobra (with hide resembling a diamondback rattlesnake, a hybrid perhaps?)
-Highly venomous






















I am not usually frightened by snakes, in fact, I find them astounding. But of course, if you have read my previous 'nightmare' entry, there just had to be that little chasing game between the snakes and myself, although this time I am certain my boyfriend joined me. The snakes appeared at different times in the same location, which i shall not disclose for now, and the funny thing is, when I reached the 'safe room', I always managed to slam the door at their faces. Except for the coral, I kinda deliberately squished it's nose between the door and the frame. Hahaha~

After that, it just became somewhat cartoony. Because if I'm not mistake, the coral looked a little something like this after the squish;

It was hilarious^_^, although I felt slightly disturbed, or rather annoyed after I woke up. I get cranky after a mental running course during my sleep, for sure.

Due to current events, I can definitely identify these 3 snakes in my life (referring to corporeal entity, or is it? O_0 ). The thing is, how do I identify which is the venomous ones???

Birds

Got into my indie-rock mood yesterday and looked up on some of kate nash's songs. And her style is so inspiring that I was able to write some stuf and got going on fruity loops, which is about time, really. Musically, I've been slightly lazy, I must admit. I suppose I was bouncing back and forth between R&B and rock, both of which I love. I think I'll be leaning to rock now, and will incorporate hip-hop with the help of my man:) can't wait till his studio's all set up, then we'll really get some work down.

Anyhoo, back to Kate Nash. Instantly fell in love with her song, Birds, which was both quirky and sweet. This is a new thing too, your's truly getting inspired by a happy-feeling song. Haha~ I would like to share with you this delightful song. Hope this touches you as it did for me.





Kate Nash - Birds

She was waitin` at the station
He was gettin` off the train
He didn't have a ticket
So he had to bum through the barriors, again.

Well the ticket inspector saw him rushin` through

He said, "girl you don't know how much I missed you
But we better run cause I
Haven't got the funds to pay
This fine"
She said "fine"

So they ran out of the station
And jumped onto a bus with
Two of yesterdays travel cards
And two bottles of bud

And he said " you look well nice."

Well she was wearin a scarf
And he thought she looked nice and
Yeah she didn't really care about
Anything else because she only
Wanted him to think that she looked nice
And he did

But he was lookin at her yeah
All funny in the eye
She said "c`mon boy
Tell me what you're thinkin` of
Don't be shy"

He said "alright I'll try"

Well the stars up in the sky
And the leaves in the tree
Oh the broke and missed branches
Pop inbetween
All of my air in the world
Is how much that I like you

She said "what?"
He said "let me try and explain again"

Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
Yeah they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel so scared
But when you look at them
And you see that they are beautiful

That's how I feel about you

Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
Yeah they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel so scared
But when you look at them
And you see that they are beautiful

That's how I feel about you
Yeah that's how I feel about you

She said "what?"
He said "you"
She said "what are you talking about?"
He said "you"

Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
Yeah they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel well scared
But when you look at them
And you see that they are beautiful
That's how I feel about you
(REPEAT)

And that's how I feel about you

She said " thanks. I like you too"
He said "cool"

12 Days of Christmas

I have always wondered about the 12 days of Christmas and thought that it ended on Christmas day. But of course, 'that was the most misunderstood part of the church year among Christians who are not part of liturgical church traditions'. Not that I'm pious or anything, but i decided to do some googling and lo and behold, excellent elaborations on the 12 days.


The 12 days of Christmas actually starts on Christmas evening itself and lasts up to a day called Epiphany on the morn of January 6th. This period is called Christmastide. As centuries pass and time changes, the actual traditions, interpretations and time frame have been changed (fucked with) by the different churches and sects of of Christianity.


Here is a more general view of the event; and

Here has more in depth details from a religious perspective; which i find intriguing.


Now, thanks to the extra G.K, I shall continue spreading the Christmas cheer beyond the 25th and carry on with my spendthrift ways of the holidays till January the 6th. Yippees~

~Remember to kiss under mistletoes~

kriss kringle

if you have noticed, i have nicely decorated my blog to spread the christmas cheer:) i personally love my pimped out profile picture! took me awhile to get use to the new software i purposely got since my paintshop failed me for the last time.

anyhoo, let me share with you a story for the coming festive that i have encountered not too long ago. there was a lovely gathering amogst friends, both old and new in a neighbourhood club. There was a date-inaccurate mardi gras event, which was unfortunate but enjoyable non the less. *Fun Fact: Mardi Gras usually takes place exactly 46 days before easter.* hired dancers dressed in various costumes entertained the crowd and since christmas is around the corner, santa and his santarina girls were also present. I was once a santarina, but that's a story for another time.

Moving on, we were kindly placed in the VIP area together with the manager of these talents. As the dancers visited the booth I was surprised with the lovely presence of our dear old St Nick (dude in costume) and his mardi gras friends. I was sitting down with my drink and really enjoying the burst of glow sticks, colours and sequin glitters that brigthened up the booth. When suddenly, santa came forward, placed a long-ish pole thing behind my neck, and proceeded to give me a lap-dance. Yes, i always wanted to one day be entertained with a lap dance. However, i did not expected it to come in this form;

Yes, the impostor, who ruined my image of jolly St Nick, was unfortunately, accurate in size. this is going to be the one time i regret accuracy. It was quite memorable as his paper filled fake belly was attempting to reconstruct my face while his baggy red pants occupied by what seemed like skinny legs crashed against mine. *looks upon the heavens* Dear God, this is NOT what i meant when i said i would like a lap dance that you would approve!!

Well, at least it's somewhat the spirit of x-mas. Ha! 'X'-mas indeed. Maybe next time, if ever this was too happen again, something in this direction would less likely shock me to death;


May you have a pleasent christmas!

running away

I've just reminisce about a chat i had with effa about dreams some time ago. I forgot how the conversation went there but it started leaning towards nightmares, and here are a couple nightmares I remember;

Nightmare 1
Age: 6-ish

I was amongst elves (in the image and colours of peter pan, some even had capes) in the night somewhere in the outskirts of a small english-ish town. We were planning to get to somewhere and our route crossed a farm-like area. I dont really remember the exact details but we had to run across the street without being spotted by a mean farmer who were out to shoot us with his shotgun. (Be informed i had, and still have a vivid imagination). So we started running, one by one to a safe spot beyond the back doors of the house. It came to my turn to run and then, pow! i got shot in the head. I actually remember feeling warm liquid dripping from my face. My elf friends managed to lift my head in dismay. This was when i realised they were all wearing peter pan's pointed hat, in various colours, ofcourse. Then as i died, i woke up. And i found that my mom turned the fan off and i was sweating, which explains the blood trickling sensation. It was pretty scary for a pre-schooler to dream of dying in that manner, i suppose. Thus qualifying this to be banked in my memory as a nightmare forever.

NIghtmare 2
Age: various points in my life

Since this nightmare happened multiple times revolving around a main pattern, i shall cut out the details. The main point was that i was going to be murdered with a sharp object (most often, stabbed by a knife) by a collection of dark phantoms, a doll and unknown creepy men. This ofcourse resulted in my attempt to outrun them or at least stay alive long enough till i'm rescued by my awakening. Main pattern, running. Away.

Soon after that, i got too old to be afraid of dying and scary looking monstrosities. I actually became a fan of scaring myself with horror books and movies just for fun. So i stopped having nightmares but i continued storing memories of unusual dreams under 'Weird Dreams'.

But there is a similarity in my previous nightmares involving the 'running away' activity. Effa thinks i may be running away from something. I, however, now doubt if i have anything really important to run away from at age 6, besides monsters. In my early teens, yeah, running away was a fad. Currently, it's definitely possible that i want to be not associated with something but i do detest 'running away'. It's quite, shall we say, cowardly. Not that i'm the bravest person in the world, but i think it's best to face things head on. Maybe i'm not entirely practicing what i preach. Hmm, there's a mission right there.

When I Grow Up

when i grow up, i wanna be just like her~~~










Abang Jay's professionally enhanced version of what i may look like when i'm aaaallllll grown up. Haha..really really nice work!

For more of Jay's fabulous photography work, do check out,

http://www.flickr.com/jayphotography

Alrighty, back to work.

flu bug

Dear people around me,

I have once again been infected with the all-annoying-allegedly-conspired-to-be-deemed-cureless-by-pharmaceuticals-as-the-
economic-impact-is-like-goddamn-huge influenza. Btw, that's $10 billion in the US annually,to be exact. Fun fact for the day, dont you say?

No but seriously, the flu's in my face again this week as if last week's flu-attack was a little to mild. Accompanied with cough and sore throat but i'm going to pick just on flu today. And i'm sick of being sick! Drugs aint working as fast as i want them to! And it's making me moody and i'ma bitch about it till the cows come home! Oh and the mentioned conspiracy theory was politely informed to me by my doctor earlier this year. I don't know, maybe the medicine practice advanced within the year and eradicated the common cold, though i highly doubt it. Somebody needs to tell me these things if they happen.

My memory, reflexes and senses (both common and uncommon) has been messed with due to the little-pink-flu-pill that knocks me out cold after consumption. I dont remember that name anymore (thanks to the pills) but it sorta works better than the un-drowsy-fying clarinase, for me at least. However, since i dont take them 3 times a day like i'm supposed to, due to interferences with productivity levels, it's probably gonna take 2-3 times longer for me to get better.

sigh.

ok i'm tired, that's enought ranting for the day. Now i'm gonna have a cocktail of little round things that's suppose to make me all better.

ps: pls excuze me if i seem aloof or cranky for awhile. ciao