He would have told her-- he would have said, it matters not if you are here, or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light on the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are-- you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.
-- Daughter of the Forest, Juliet Marillier

i'm on my 7th book since thursday night (which is kind of slow-- by friday morning, at about 3am i was already on my third anyway so well you can see that i've obviously not been as assiduous in reading as i should have been hoho), and the above quote was pretty much the best one of the lot. it's a retelling of the swans thingum-- that fairytale? where this young princess' evil stepmother turns her six brothers into swans and she has to keep silent till she weaves six shirts of thorn for them, to break the enchantment? this was nothing as neat as that fairytale-- for them, there is a happy ending only of the smallest kind, of a sort i perhaps would not wish for. perhaps i'd have asked rather for an unhappy ending, or a premature one, or-- oh well.

no one ever said life-- or even fairytales-- were like fairytales, to begin with. not the way disney spins them, no. but it's a good book anyway.

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to whom it may concern
(specifically the bastard retard poor sad misguided soul who took my bag at smu):

Hi. you don't know me, i don't know you, but i believe you've got something that rather belongs to me. yes, that, that lovely gray ck tote that allowed me to cram everything from speakers to clothes to tons of books all the way from jc till now. i kind of really liked that bag, you know. couldn't you have taken a look through it before taking it, to realise that there was nothing in there really worth taking?

i feel kind of sorry for you, you retard poor sad misguided soul. because on your path of wrongdoing you have gained but little, haven't you. let's see now. you took my laptop charger. incidentally without a laptop that thing is useless to you, but maybe you knew that already. oh, you didn't? well i'm glad i'm enlightening you. please don't try and plug it into your ass oven.

you took my bag. the last i checked that was a tote that despite its utilitarian looking nature was also strictly and mostly feminine, so it can't be much use to you, can it now. inside the bag, you took my legal theory notebook; somehow i don't think the writings of rawls, finnis and dworkin are going to be very much use to you, except where the harm principle and what society does to its criminals are concerned. that is, if your stoned dickhead perhaps not very capacious intellect can comprehend it.

you also took my organiser, which is more than half-filled with my lousy handwriting. which means it's pretty much useless to you as a notebook as well. it's-- let's see-- filled with meal plans, resolutions, random diary scratchings, my admonitions to self to run/cycle/do situps and oh yes, all my lawr ravings. i feel kind of sorry for you. you have to read my lousy poetry too.

you took my brand-new sara bareilles cd-----case. in case you didn't know either, usually the cd cases aren't what people buy music for, it's the disc itself. which was incidentally in my laptop which incidentally i'd had the presence of mind to take with me when i left the bench. you also took my player but failed to see the earphones on the table. hmms. incidentally-- oh look, another incident-- my player is a creative. which basically means that you can't charge it unless you've got the installation disc. so it's going to run for another 15 hours and die. but look, i was considerate, at least i fully charged it before leaving the table.

you also took my makeup bag, you fcked up perverted tranny poor sad misguided soul uncertain of your own sexuality. i feel for you, i really do, but did you really have to take my brand new body shop lip shimmer and canmake eyeliner and face shop mascara? i'm sure they're really not your colour anyway, and they're really more meant for stage makeup, but i wish you well with the mascara-- it's going to give you lots of volume on your lashes and i hope you poke yourself in the eye with it you bastard.

i hope you learn a lesson though. not to take random people's things, that is, until you check inside the bag. now if you would kindly return them to the smu scc, having realised that everything inside is pretty much of bloody no use to your sick twisted little mind, i would be eternally grateful get real, buster.

yours truly
me.
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it's ok, i'm not pissed off or anything. in fact, like i said-- i panicked for one minute and then sat down and started laughing because the whole situation was so ludicrous. basically when i went to study at smu after nette left i left my bag along with my charger and contract notes on the bench and took my laptop and wallet with me when i went to buy food. came back abt 10 mins or so later to find bag and charger gone. haiz. the thing is i was pretty much zen-ish (even though i'd lost my zen. haha. get it? get it??) because at least he hadn't taken my contract notes, and my legal theory exam was over, and it was really my fault for leaving my things there. oh and at that point i didn't yet know that a packard bell charger would cost 210 bucks, or fully acknowledged the prospect of spendng weeks without a player plugged into my system at all hours of the day. or without the fine-tipped points of my highlighters, or how much i'd have to spend to replace all the things in my makeup bag-- and haiz all the sentimental value things in there la. damn i loved that bag. and the myuk pouch i used for storing all those random things.

bastard. :(

but in a way i also wasn't horribly mad because as i was walking to buy food i'd passed this old woman lying full-length out on a step beneath one of the lovely trees of smu. her suitcase and a couple of plastic bags were at her head, and her lined face looked very tired. as i calmed down after returning to find my things gone i couldn't help but think how lucky i was, even with all those things gone, because take as that light-fingered unknown might, i was still me, still whole, and fittingly everything he'd taken were shells and utterly materialistic-- from the unchargeable player to the empty cd case to the laptopchargerwithoutthelaptop.

i'm telling you, there's some symbolic significance in that. hoho.

but hell it's heck inconvenient la. :(

and i want my lousy poetry back. BOO.

see. no song quotes today, because i haven't heard a decent song in how damn long. tht's it i'm gg to buy a player like-- soon. tmr. the day after. HAIZ. the bloody cowon d2 is 389 bucks. bleh.
Posted at 11:55 PM