I take my hat off to this man. I wave my beanie to this man. ~chuckles~ I've just finished re-reading one of the many books by the ever grandiloquent Mr. Neil Gaiman.
Stardust.
Where the lands of Faerie and our world meet in the town of Wall. Reading his literature always transports me away from this world. It keeps me up nights and fuels my dreams for grandiose bursts of magicks and wonders.
I owe it to my sister, Marilyn whom, through her ways, secured copies of his graphic novel series The Sandman and Death. It's thought provoking, dream fueling and hell of a lot of entertainment found between the pages of a book.
He keeps my dreams alive and makes me believe in faerie queens and enchantments. Just the way Enid Blython did for me with goblins and worlds at the tops of trees when I was nine.
God Bless him.
* Passion * Skill * Heart * ...from the Cake Specialist
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Star light star bright
First star I saw last night.
It wasn't a falling star, it wasn't just ashes and stardust.
It was the divine Ms M!
No, no, no hollywood sightings (I doubt Bette Midler would be having buka puasa here) in dear ol KL but Ms. Sheila Majid.
Dainty, beautiful and luminious. I was star struck. She was standing right in front of me. The queen of jazz. The diva of all divas *in the best sense of the word mind you* and she asked for some Creme caramel. Sweet, smooth and filled with complex nuances.
~sigh~ I love her.
Babylon
"How many miles to Babylon
Three score miles and ten
Can I get there by candlelight?
Yes, and back again
Yes, if your feet are nimble and light,
You can get there by candlelight."
Ah Babylon, the city of sin, the city of unrepentant desires, the city of "lights, camera, action!", the city of unabashed wantoness, the city of fulfilled cravings.
I don't want to live in Babylon.... I just want to visit. ~chuckles~
Friday, October 21, 2005
it was a dream that i had..
it was a pixelated entity
black on the inside
colours of every spectrum on its fringes
it threatened with confusion, lovelessness and fear
it wanted sex sex SEX
it wanted all of me
all the time
i gave it my all
all except my dreams
my hopes my happiness
my joie de virve
last night i let it go
today i am still me
the me whom i know
the me whom i care and cherish
*last night I finally won against it. Now my dreams are mine again
Thursday, October 20, 2005
here 'tis
So here 'tis. My own piece of the cyberworld. I guess that means I've finally made it to through the ranks. My life online, a short summary ;
1) I was an internet addict ever since I got netscape1.0
2) I became a chatroom-o-holic shortly thereafter
3) I had four different email addressess running at once, just to compartmentalise my friends
4) I had a "homepage" ~chuckles~ ain't that rich? It's still up an running if ya wanna see pictures of me 10 years ago
5) I have screen names/numbers at ICQ, internet messenger, yahoo messenger, ringo, sms.ac, glimpse.com, asianfriendfinfer.com and the list goes on
6) And now this, juniorsplaceintheworld.blogspot.com
No fanfare, no fireworks but no worries. The internet has been good to me. I've used it and abused it to my will and isn't that what the Gods of the Web intended to? Freewill and free speech unless you get caught bad-mouthing the govenment or selling child pornography.
I've been having these dreams lately, I'm between consciousness and deep sleep cycle. I remember colours. I always remember to remember the colours in my dreams. I've heard that it meant you're in love but I've been dreamkeeping for a long time now. More often than not, it's been in colour.
Back to the dreams, I'm asleep on my bed alone (in my dream) and someone or something is scaring me. I don't get scared that easily. But in the dream I am shuddering in my sleep. I wake momentarily and get lulled back into sleep again. I can feel my body shivering from the feeling (this is my dream still) and I really wake up and I still feel it. The deep profound feeling of being scared. I recite prayers to keep the feelings at bay. I know I'm dreaming in my dreams and I try to look for what is making me feel this way but I can't. Tonight I will.....
1) I was an internet addict ever since I got netscape1.0
2) I became a chatroom-o-holic shortly thereafter
3) I had four different email addressess running at once, just to compartmentalise my friends
4) I had a "homepage" ~chuckles~ ain't that rich? It's still up an running if ya wanna see pictures of me 10 years ago
5) I have screen names/numbers at ICQ, internet messenger, yahoo messenger, ringo, sms.ac, glimpse.com, asianfriendfinfer.com and the list goes on
6) And now this, juniorsplaceintheworld.blogspot.com
No fanfare, no fireworks but no worries. The internet has been good to me. I've used it and abused it to my will and isn't that what the Gods of the Web intended to? Freewill and free speech unless you get caught bad-mouthing the govenment or selling child pornography.
I've been having these dreams lately, I'm between consciousness and deep sleep cycle. I remember colours. I always remember to remember the colours in my dreams. I've heard that it meant you're in love but I've been dreamkeeping for a long time now. More often than not, it's been in colour.
Back to the dreams, I'm asleep on my bed alone (in my dream) and someone or something is scaring me. I don't get scared that easily. But in the dream I am shuddering in my sleep. I wake momentarily and get lulled back into sleep again. I can feel my body shivering from the feeling (this is my dream still) and I really wake up and I still feel it. The deep profound feeling of being scared. I recite prayers to keep the feelings at bay. I know I'm dreaming in my dreams and I try to look for what is making me feel this way but I can't. Tonight I will.....
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