Jinx October 25, 2006

 

Ever since the black Friday it’s been bad luck straight on. Finally I had to make a drastic change to my work environment – hoping that if bad luck was only superstition, maybe the mishappenings had something to do with my room being too messy.

 

This week has been slightly better. But I have been short in temper and of patience with my clients, especially one. All through last week to this week, I myself have been wishing bad luck for this particular person.  It is pretty amazing how people (like me) can be suffering from misfortune, wondering why I deserved this; and curse someone else the worst of luck at the same time. What have I become…

 

But you know what? I am not taking my jinx back. *evil laughs*

 

Hey it’s halloween soon. I’m entitled to play witch.

 

 

So tired October 18, 2006

Lately I’ve been so worn out and lack of inspiration.

 

Despite I have just turned a Godmother (believe it or not, my best friend actually has a lot of faith in me…more than I have for myself), I am not particularly interested in posting anything.

 

I can only say – after the full moon + extremely bad luck black friday + no $$ + shopping urge 300% + work 400% + filthy house = fxxk it for everything.

 

ok. At least I have posted some new images. Enjoy.

Full Moon October 8, 2006

The Moon has never been so round and so close to the Earth than in the past few days.  The past Mid-Autumn Festival was supposed to be a special one for that reason.    To many of us, it probably makes no difference how close the Moon is. But to animals, the effect might have been pretty dramatic.   In the past few days, my rabbits acted strangely. They were easily agitated, sensitive to noises, hungry for attention and affection. I thought nothing of it at first, thought that maybe I had not been giving them enough attention.  For three consecutive days, Charcoal (my black rabbit we called "The Duke" from time to time) stamped 2-3 hours every morning starting 5am.  All he wanted was continuous patting and rubbing around the head, which is very unlike him.   Come to think of it, the cycle of the Moon affects us all without us even knowing it. But how much of our emotion is affected by it?   We always fight our instincts and stive to tame our wild side everyday. We are taught to control our emotions, and stability is vital. But look around us.   Tides go high and low. Mother Nature brings ups and downs to moments of life. Why are we deprived our rights to be who we really are? Is it really so important to be successful in life, that we have to discard our true nature?   How far away from the animal in us is too far?

Dear Mili (Finale) October 5, 2006

I was just browsing around 59th Street and 2nd Ave this past Sunday. (Come on, what would be a better day to hang out there than a Sunday. And I’m too broke for Nolita) And there was a mini showcase of Japanese design items at Conrad Shop.    Knowing me, I have always been deeply influenced by Japanese culture, especially the traditional culture. So…Now I know it’s not that there is a hole in my purse. It’s my lack of self control. Sigh…   This month will be the Kimono, Chiyogami and likes on my blog. Despite Dear Mili. Cannot miss the finale here!     "Ah, dear child. God has granted my last wish, to see you once again before I die." She kissed her and pressed her to her heart. And then the little girl heard that she had spent thirty years with Saint Joseph in the forest, though to her it had seemed like three days. All the fear and misery her mother had suffered during the great war had passed her by, and her whole life had been just one joyful moment.  Her mother had thought wild beasts had torn her to pieces years ago, and yet deep in her heart she had hoped to catch at least a glimpse of her just as she was when she went away. And when she looked up, there stood the dear child, wearing the same little dress. All evening they sat happily together. Then they went to bed calmly and cheerfully, and next morning the neighbors found them dead. They had fallen happily asleep, and between them lay Saint Joseph’s rose in full bloom.   Hm…And that’s the end. Probably not a good idea to read this to children.

Dear Mili (5) October 4, 2006

Let me make myself clear though, despite the reference to God in Dear Mili, I’m no Christian unfortunately.

 

Black Metal still rules!

 

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All of a sudden, as she was wandering about in the meadows and under the trees, another little girl was standing beside her.  The other little girl took her by the hand, showed her where to find the best roots, and helped her dig them up. When they had enough, the other little girl played with her, picked flowers for her, and was very sweet and kind. This little girl had lovely blond hair and a pretty red dress and looked just like the poor little girl, except that her eyes were larger and brighter and she may have been even more beautiful. I’m fairly sure it was her guardian angel, who was allowed, out here in the woods, to let the little girl see her. Again the child cooked the roots and herbs they had gathered, and put in the second piece of her Sunday cake, and again Saint Joseph ate with her. **************************** The third day was no different. As soon as she went outside, the other little girl was there, and they played together in pure joy and glory.  Hour after hour went by, and time never hung heavy on their hands. The sky was always bright and there was never a cloud to be seen. And, on the third day, when the child had given up her last piece of cake and the old man had again eaten with her, he said to her: "Dear child, you must go back to your mother now. Your time here is over." "Yes," she said. "I’ll be glad to go to my mother, but I’d also like to come back here soon." At that Saint Joseph handed her a rosebud and said: "Never fear. When this rose blooms, you will be with me again." The other little girl, who was waiting outside the door, took her by the hand and said: "I will lead you by a shorter way. You will be with your mother soon, but you will find the going hard." They started out together and in places where the little girl could not make her way the guardian angel helped her. But in the end she grew so tired that she had to stop. "Oh, if only I had something to refresh me, so I don’t faint away before I get to see my mother." At that the guardian angel plucked a white cup-shaped flower that we call bindweed and poured in a few drops of red wind, which revived her and made her strong again. These flowers have had little red stripes ever since. *************************** At the end of the forest the guardian angel pointed to the village and said: "There you will find your mother. She is sitting outside the house, thinking of you. Go now. From here on, you won’t be able to see me." The child went to the village, but it looked strange and unfamiliar to her. In among the houses she knew, there were others she had never seen before; the trees looked different, and there was no trace of the damage the enemy had done. All was peaceful, the grain waved in the breeze, the meadows were green, the trees were laden with fruit. But she had no trouble recognizing her mother’s house, and when she came close, she saw an old, old woman with bowed head, sitting on the bench outside the door, enjoying the last rays of the evening sun that hung low over the forest. The old woman looked up, and when she saw the little girl she cried out in joyful amazement.

 

(alright, time to Zzzz again after a nice bottle of Shiraz on a weekday…hmm tomorrow then)

A new skin October 3, 2006

 

Give up making a big new change to this space. A slight touch up and a few new color blocks- voilà! Suddently looks like autumn!

 

OK zzzz…Will post Dear Mili tomorrow then

Dear Mili (4) October 2, 2006

So there I am, another Sun night and a heavy heart not looking forward to Monday. Another week of labour. Time has slipped away when I buried myself in work. Is it worth it? The wicked will not win. I’m still fighting. Hanging in there for as long as my breath takes me. (For those who have not been following this, start from Dear Mili (1) – http://bunnynikisha.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!2DD8C67BBE1120E7!367.entry)   Just as she had expected, she felt lighter at heart.  Rain began to fall, and she took comfort and said: "God and my heart are weeping together." There she sat until the shower had passed.   When she stood up and looked at the sky, she saw little fleecy clouds and the evening sun was shining on them.  And she thought: God is feeding His sheep with roses, why would He forget me? So she started off again.    Now she was easy in her mind, and I believe it was her guardian angle who, unseen, guided her over cliffs and past deep chasms, for how otherwise could she have come through safely? Most likely the angel had instructed a white dove to fly ahead of the child and show her the way.   *****************************   At nightfall she came to a plain, where there were no more thorns and no sharp stones, but only soft moss and grass, which soothed her bruised feet.  Then one by one the stars came out, and looking up at them the child said: "How bright are the nails on the great door of heaven! What a joy it will be when God opens it!"   Then suddenly a star seemed to have fallen to the ground.  As the child came nearer, the light grew bigger and bigger until at length she came to a little house and saw that the light was shining from the window.   She knocked at the door and someone cried: "Come in."   When she went in and looked around, she saw an old man sitting there.    He said in a friendly voice: "Good evening, dear child, is it you? I’ve been expecting you a long time."   He had a snow-white beard that reached down to the ground, and he looked most venerable and kind.    "Sit down, dear child," he said. "You must be tired.  Sit in my little chair by the fire and warm yourself." And when she had warmed herself, he said: "You must be hungry and thirsty, I shall give you clear water to drink, but all I have to eat is a few roots that grow in the woods, and you will have to cook them."   The little girl took the roots, scraped them neatly, cooked them over the fire, and added a piece of the Sunday cake, which made them taste good.  When the dish was ready, the old man said: "I’m hungry, give me some." The good child gave him more than she kept, but after eating what was left, she felt full.   When they had finished eating, the old man said: "You must be sleepy now.  I have only one bed.  You sleep in it." "Oh, no," said the child.  "A little straw on the floor will be soft enough for me." But the old man picked her up in his arms, put her down on the bed, and covered her.  Then she said her prayers and fell asleep.    Early the next morning, when she opened her eyes, the old man was sitting beside the bed and the sun was shining gloriously through the window. "Dear child," he said. "You must get up now and go out to your work; I want you to gather roots for us to eat."   She went happily outside, where she heard more birds singing than she had ever heard before and the flowers round about were so big and beautiful that she had never in all her life seen anything more splendid.   But I suppose you would like to know who the old man with the white beard in the hut was? It was Saint Joseph, who long ago had cared for the Christ Child here on earth; he had known that the good little girl would come to him and had taken her under his protection.  It was because he didn’t want her to be idle that he had sent her out to work.     OK, if bedtime story for children is to cheer them up, I guess the fact that she woke up to work in a gloriously lit day so she will be kept from idling should cheer me up on a Sunday night…I hope to wake up to as bright a Monday as such, and go into work finding all in order and it’s an easy day in the office. And that going to work is better than for me to be idle at home…   (ok, more to come soon)