What do we look for in life? We look for success, love, joy...and other intangible things. However, it amazes me that when we do find some of these things, we do all we can to ruin them or lose them. Are we ever satisfied? We are like the dog with the bone that loses the bone due to greed while crossing a bridge. We lose sight of the dreams we have achieved because suddenly they seem less significant. Perhaps we think because they are atainable, there must be more we can reach for and actually touch. Is it possible for us to actually stop and enjoy all we have before wanting more? Maybe the chase is more fun, or maybe it is what we are accoustomed to.
Just a thought.
Stop. Breathe. Look.Smile.Reflect.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
A night on the town I
So it's three in the morning and I just got back from having soooooo much fun! I had to write just to see what I write while tipsy. So I went to a club and danced my little heart out. You must commend my dedication because half a bottle of champagne and some smirnoff later, here I am, writing.
So what was the club like this time? Fun, of course. Great music, I danced the entire time I was there. And I also came up with a phrase or a term, call it what you may, I don't care at this time. It's freaking three in the morning. So the newly created phrase is...."seasoned-fockers", well replace the 'o' with a 'u'. A "seasoned focker" is a male at the club who is older perhaps upper-twenties or lower-thirties and one who has been in the club-scene a while and knows which girl is likely to fock him or not. This type of male knows he won't get any from me (I appear highly intelligent, because I am) and so he merely stares but is obviously thinking of a roll in the hay as he stares. So in my tipsy state as I noticed these experienced males, I coined the phrase "seasoned focker", you like it? I knew you would. Anyway, I had fun, I hope you did too.
Have a goodnight or goodmorning my fellow bloggers or blog-readers!
So what was the club like this time? Fun, of course. Great music, I danced the entire time I was there. And I also came up with a phrase or a term, call it what you may, I don't care at this time. It's freaking three in the morning. So the newly created phrase is...."seasoned-fockers", well replace the 'o' with a 'u'. A "seasoned focker" is a male at the club who is older perhaps upper-twenties or lower-thirties and one who has been in the club-scene a while and knows which girl is likely to fock him or not. This type of male knows he won't get any from me (I appear highly intelligent, because I am) and so he merely stares but is obviously thinking of a roll in the hay as he stares. So in my tipsy state as I noticed these experienced males, I coined the phrase "seasoned focker", you like it? I knew you would. Anyway, I had fun, I hope you did too.
Have a goodnight or goodmorning my fellow bloggers or blog-readers!
Saturday, March 05, 2005
On being a girl...
So it's friday, I am alone at home and happily so. Watching Sex and the City, Season Six. Talk about having a life. But what is one to do while working on a thesis? Yes, a thesis. Alright, I would really rather be with my love. It is strange to feel that way, because until now, I have been the independent girl, loving the "alone and free to do whatever", but now I am all sappy and lovestruck. Yes, ladies and gentlefolk, I am in love, and it is wonderful.
Hmmm, I should return to my thesis...Kisses
Hmmm, I should return to my thesis...Kisses
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