hear, hear!

oh, i remember. wanted to say that I met an ole high-school mate, Alexandra B., such a sweet girl. i sorta bursted out on her bout my fear of growin-up, well…thru detours of words but…she got the point and was totally playin my tune. somehow i felt reassured, she said as much also. i think we were both kinda tearing at one point, i mean it was windy but…i dunno…they tell ya that u need to wake up and do this and stop that but, that’s not good enough, we’ve always played with matches, pouted, ran away, climbed on cloud nine again with that choco bar in our hands and woke up earlier on saturday to watch tom & jerry. why dont we get payed just for livin’ out our lives?

[im afraid only of the important things.]

tell on urself

Tempted to : arde-o nene, pana ti se face scrum.

But no, no…”ce ma bag eu?” said Toma. “Ce-mi veni mie cu…”- “Pai cum sa nu-mi vina, cum sa nu-mi vina!?!”

Flatness is bliss. Smudged burgundy hung over cockadoodledos, barefeet on skinny fur, snowflake on the tip of my nose and some voice scrunching in my left ear and home. As unsettled as I started out, perhaps only a tad taken away. Up another inch on the ladder above the crystal downwards concavity, if only for a short while. I’m definitely knitting a bit too tight a sweater and encrusting way too many stones in it. Let it hang loose, let it breathe, or else it will choke u. This morning I thought I could breathe easier, my own fingers slightly removed from the hold. Everything is passed on, I know. There’s no point in stopping. The wave will carry u, no worry there. Don’t fret and u’ll be riding it like a pro surfer…(and no buts! )

ba da!

lizards & vandals, my tummy was in a real fist fight. what grips! this only to fortify my already retractive dribblings. er…what’s it called, what’s the word? oh yeah, lame! im kinda thinkin i need to hang in there till summer, summer’s gonna come whisping all the screwings away! (it’s just gotta!)

today’s cookie…from my “cookies and biscuits” bookling. it’s called Nanaimo and..though the glaze didn’t come out too comely, the taste’s what the ingredients make of it, so…enjoyed.

“mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen”. [gotta make that a tradition]

Hold uR gRounD[z]. (but…/ no buts!/but…/are u listenin’ to me?/nope…/honeycakes, u ain’t got no choice)

oh yeah!- drunken, pastry-attemptee, parent-supported, cocoa-addicted, cartoon nostalgic, selfish, lazy, nasty, smug/humble loser- how bohemian is that?

ur scrw

to do what u do not want to do.

i wrote more, but it got erased-mayb to a higher purpose. bla-bla-bloo-bloo. rosy skedaddling out of me, tummy hurts to think on it. too tired.

and i gotta start stupid-boring-nothing-to-do-with-me school again. when will that desist?

unspectacular cooking venture:

I close my eyes to all fat ladies!

I guess I’ve been cooking like crazy lately (according to my previous basically non-existant standards)- I didn’t know what it meant…was I on a wind of change, prospecting the future, cresting the past or simply hungry for some cookies and self-abilities…if u ask me now, it’s like an omen…i started before the actual thing, weird..but natural if u remember it’s me that’s involved. i cant stir those crocodiles! it’s too too too lame. again, im prolly stuck in that utterly dumbfounded void, more exactly stuck to a lil second that seems to be flying off with me, im basically immovable, especially soul-wise. sicko joke, but of course! im gonna love it when it’s gonna stop surprising me. if i haven’t managed that quite this instant, i may not be far…and it’s not only about me, hellooooo!

here are my muffins with sour milk, gris and some other stuff…2nd time round, fluffier-yay!

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n-am pomenit asa ceva!!! nu pot sa rontai 2 min ceva ca vine peste mine! gimme a friggin’ breeeeak!!!

passing tiME

erm…I made “gris cu lapte” :[) yay! pretty easy, yumm enough, since it was by these 2 lil hands…(oooh, plus some sort of cake 2 days ago).

and…on my mind: “LadyCluck: Remember, abscence makes the heart grow fonder! 

                               Maid Marian: or forgetful…”

 

and The King’s: “Baby, I think I………….!”

 

at least I had some cheese-cake

I hate to disappoint as a human, but some people are just like that.

Leave them alone and get lost and bitter? Or hurt, but be there.

For that fleeting peek of serenity?

For one smile, either one’s, for one tingly wrapping.

Some remain strangers all their lives, no matter…

But they’re thrown amidst to complete the foliage.

Pull down when it gets too high, too close to that lightness.  

Cold feet, cold fingers- painless betrayers of nature.

That grain of a heart, pounding only when it hears itself.

At peace with the shading does not remain so.

Not while cries of redemption still wrinkle the stream of thought.

Being yanked at with clearings does not help.

Leave it with the little that has been swallowed.

Keep surrendering every day till it’s accepted.