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| You: i was "an asshole" before i even started talking
Stranger: well u made trhat fucking clear
You: but i've dubbed you a prepubescent mong AFTER your moving words.
Stranger: ur too stupid to function soo im just gunna go
You: hahahahaha oh you're a lovely piece of shit.
Stranger: fuck u
Stranger: asshole
You: you should probably just leave already.
Stranger: go shove a dick up ur little pussy asshole fuck face mother fucker
You: wow, quantity over quality!
You: the more you swear at me the more you look like a total shithead.
Stranger: lmfaoo ohh rlly
You: YARLY
You: choose your cussing wisely, luke.
You: it's an art.
Stranger: omg ahah ur a shit face mother fucker litttle pussy face cock succkerrrrrr
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I always love visiting home for the weekend. This weekend was especially festive since we've been celebrating the mum's birthday. Yesterday was the night I've been planning all week: the family outing to see The Sound of Music. It was a task-and-a-half to get the boys' work schedules cleared and the dad's offer rescheduled; there were a few "false alarms" where I wasn't sure everyone was able to be present...but in the end, everything worked out ideally.
We ate at Malaysia for dinner and then headed to the Princess of Wales theatre downtown. Dad was dying to tell Mom what the surprise was, and even slipped-up a little bit at dinner telling the waitress "we need to eat fast since we have to be downtown for a show by 7:30". Mom didn't really notice, though. When we finally got downtown, Dad just couldn't wait any longer and said "We're here!" when we were across the street from the theatre. He wanted to be the one to let the cat out of the bag, even though I'd done the planning. Haha. But I let it slide - the guy doesn't like surprises for himself or others.
It was an abundance of family bonding. Everyone was lively and chatty. The show was pretty good, too - we were all especially impressed by the extravagant sets and lighting. Thinking about it later, it's not very often that my family gets to go out like this. There's either work, school, exhaustion or laziness that gets in the way. The last time we were able to get together like that was our August NYC trip.
The best part about the night was how much fun Mom had. She'd wanted to see Sound of Music for over a year now and liked it even more as a surprise. We let her choose the restaurant and she didn't have to drive. I could tell she enjoyed the treatment since she usually has a bulk of things to do for others. It was so gratifying to see the perma-smile on her face throughout the night.
We've been continuing the weekend the traditional way of this year: Saturday is a day to run errands and pick up things I don't have in Ottawa, then rent a movie later on at night. Sunday is a dim-sum with Dad's side of the family and then a bus home. Nothing truly spectacular, but warm and familiar like a mug of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows. Every weekend I visit home is a couple days to kick back into a relaxed gear and see the people (and cat) I love most. | | |
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So, I wrote a song. Hopefully it'll be uploaded to my youtube channel soon.
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Hey you, You're an archetypal ideal
Genetically speaking
You're my allele; it's real.
When push comes to shove
I want in your crowd,
I can't find my voice but I'll say this out loud:
CHORUS: Tell me a story - 'cause I'm all ears
Throw me a curveball - I've left all fears
Behind this door's a secret place
I know you'll like.
Lower me down from the monkey bar
Holding me close but you're so damn far
Let's make like dragons, wild and free
And let's take flight.
BRIDGE: I (I) want (want) you (you) ...to be
Un (un) der (der) neath ...the willow tree (repeat x2)
...with me.
Sometime we get tangled up In a drole cryptic embrace
We laugh and wonder if we are just Saving face.
Keep the rhythm steady, steady
Never lose your grip
And once the music's over
Will you snap back like a whip?
Chorus x2
Bridge x2
*Some pretty layering of the two together...and fade out* | | |
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Looking back at writing pieces from a couple years back, I'm starting to think I underestimated my younger self.
Here are several tidbits of poems I wrote back in Writer's Craft class:
---------------- "Release my demons, release my angels
Make like Da Vinci and paint what fate tells." "Sunbeams are spacebeams
And feeling is colour
The mole on your face gleams
Your hair is a faux fur."
"Is this an escape or an escapade?"
"Slide down my thoughts
And kiss my brain;
This moment is inf'nite
No loss, just gain." ----------------- The last one, especially, still speaks to me today. | | |
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Zen, zoology, zaniness, Zap [the play], zealots, zephyrs, ziti. | | |
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