Hehehehe.
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That gravity we feel when we are forced apart – does it blind us or provide clarity?
A quiet Chinese immigrant, flung far away from her home country, who has learned to blend in with the cultures of a foreign land, but relishes in the bright red skirt she gets to wear on Chinese New Year.
The favourite, hard-to-come-by candy bar we crave, rejoicing when they are found in a specialty store, or received as a souvenir from friends back from an overseas trip – a feeling of unbridled glee that mysteriously fades out shortly after it becomes easily available.
The toddler who barely looks at the toy rabbit lying next to him, until it is taken away by his sister and he starts wailing for it, having just realized that at that moment it was his favourite toy in the world.
A young couple at the airport, sharing laughter, gossip and coffee, until that final hug at the departures barrier when they are both trying to hold back tears.
The young girl biting her lip as she peeks into her bedroom, once filled with his happy shy smiles, now empty except for sterile white furniture.
Is it a silly, greedy instinct that drives us to fight to reclaim what we’re suddenly deprived of? Or something entirely different; something that stays special and meaningful even without the shock of loss and the buoy of rose-tinted recollections?
There is one sure way to find out.
1 - Which house would you want to be a member of?
2 - Which house would you actually fit into?
3 - Which of the 5 kings do you support the most?
4 -Which of the 4 Queens do you support the most?
5 - Favorite Character?
6 - Favorite Book?
7 - Favorite Sigil and Words?
8 - What would your own original house Sigil and Words be?
[SPOILER WARNING]
Ahahahaha.
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This sort of thing happens; welcome to earth.
I have really ugly fingers.
A boy once told me he loved the sound of my voice; that I could quicken his pace as easily with a shout or a whisper. He described it as a cross between a tinkling bell and a kitten’s purr — at times enticing, at times soothing, and yet at times both.
Another told me he liked my eyes. He found them deeply expressive and yet instinctively kind. They were eyes that told him I was interesting and passionate and fun, and yet also patient and empathic and strong.
Another traced my collarbone as he confessed to finding my neck the most attractive, naming in turns my strong even shoulders, sharp collarbones, and the long neck he would lean in to kiss every time I revealed it by gathering up my hair.
One once breathed in my scent — just me, or perhaps my skin, unperfumed — and embraced me for some time, whispering that it made me irresistible.
But I have really ugly fingers — knobbly at the joints, heavily lined, and short uneven fingernails that often have dirt under them. One glance at my fingers and a man would immediately turn my hands over to look instead at my palms, which are less offensive.
My fingers have played many instruments, prepared many meals, written countless notes. I’ve trained them to rub the stress out of sore tired shoulders and change a man’s mood by trailing them softly and reassuringly over his brow, across his back, or along his arm. They’ve fastened ties, replaced dozens of buttons, ironed a hundred shirts, taken a million photos.
But they are ugly, rough, weathered fingers, and by the time a man studies me hard enough to find them, they leave — perhaps realizing that they cannot picture these fingers with a shiny silver band around it.
[Note: Just an essay!]
| A: | you know how a lot of guys like to promise stuff |
| A: | but don't care if the promise pans out or not |
| A: | some guys tell me i should date them because of this or that awesome situation they are offering |
| A: | but they're not describing a current situation -- they're describing an ideal situation they haven't achieved yet |
| A: | Someday! A house! A beautiful car! A swimming pool! Children! Weekend trips to Greece! Making money in some easy relaxed way when really it's like we're on vacation forever! |
| J: | What!? |
| A: | i HATE that |
| A: | unless they're talking about a very pragmatic plan they are going to achieve this future with |
| A: | i.e. i've invested in a very promising stock and if that works out i'll start looking at property |
| A: | at least that makes sense |
| A: | at least i can evaluate that kind of statement with things like, 'invests. thinks property should be next step.' Yeah. |
| A: | it's like I could say, "Someday! I'll be a michelin-grade chef who spoils my husband and children with delicious wholesome food! And stays trim and gorgeous without surgery! And gives daily blowjobs! |
| A: | PLEASE FIND ME ATTRACTIVE BECAUSE OF THE ATTRACTIVENESS OF THESE UNREALISTIC DREAMS I HAVE JUST DESCRIBED |
| J: | hahahaha |
| J: | if anyone says that it just passes through my head |
| J: | on the other hand, if they said, we should run away together, go to this tiny village in the philippines. grab enough to get a small shack on the mountain with a chicken coop. |
| J: | we could look after chickens for a living and home school our kids |
| J: | now that, my friend, is more doable |
| J: | than say "on vacation forever" |
| A: | they know i'm not a chicken coop kinda girl so they say things like we can live on a vineyard |
| A: | vineyard. oh my god. |
| A: | literally nothing to do but have sex and squash grapes all day. |
| A: | wine. sex. wine. sex. |
| A: | come to think of it this is a MAN's fantasy |
| A: | why do they think women want to live on a vineyard? |
| J: | hahahahaha |
| A: | i want to go to that vineyard for like a fortnight and then GO THE FUCK HOME TO THE CITY |
| J: | wait let me explain |
| J: | neither am i a chicken coop sort of girl |
| J: | but at least i can give that marks for economical possibility |
| J: | btw given 3 months of breastfeeding and squishing? |
| J: | squishing gets old REALLY quickly |
| A: | ahahahahaha |
| A: | do men ever do this to you |
| J: | of course not |
| J: | i spend a lot of time with accountants |
| J: | or finance guys |
| J: | they have no creativity |
| A: | it's not really creative is it? so because it's not creative it's like they think they're the only ones |
| A: | like they look around at everyone thinking "none of you wish to retire FABULOUSLY! I am the ONLY ONE!" or something |
| A: | "I CAN IMAGINE THINGS. SO PICK MEMEMEMEEEEEE FOR SEXY TIMES" |
| J: | do you call them out on this shit? |
| A: | i totally do |
| A: | i'm like, i'll bet you've got a lot saved up if that's your goal |
| A: | and they'll be like, actually i'm still trying to save up |
| A: | me: oh? how much do you manage to save up every year? say this is a goal for what, 10? 15? 20 years down the line? |
| A: | do you even know how much you need to save up to retire in europe? |
| A: | and they start sweating |
| A: | and hopefully after that they stop trying to pick girls up with that ridiculous make-believe game |
| A: | that, or change the rules so that they only try it on girls with IQ's below 70 |
| D: | Plans for the weekend? |
| Me: | Thought I toldja |
| D: | Wrestling practice at my place? |
| Me: | Wow |
| Me: | Wow |
| Me: | Oh wow |
| Me: | I kinda like laugh-coughed |
| Me: | Has that line ever worked on anyone in the history of man's existence? |
| D: | Worth a try. |
| Me: | Look |
| Me: | Wouldn't you rather spend all your time and effort trying to get into a scantily-clad size 0 who barely speaks English? |
| Me: | It's the Hong Kong Expat Dream |
| Me: | (TM) |
| D: | Aha |
| D: | I've already had that dream |
| D: | Not bad actually |
| Me: | So great it left you hankering for a snappy size 4 with OCD who never shuts up? |
| D: | I'm sure you wouldn't talk as much if you were preoccupied with something else |
| Me: | Congratulations! I officially find this conversation disgusting! |
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| Me: | How's the new Kowloon pad? |
| D: | I'd say you're welcome to sleep over but you'd get too excited |
| Me: | You're just after the ginormous boost of street cred you'd get for being seen taking a girl like me home |
| D: | Can't blame me for trying. |
| Me: | Stick with the 8's. You can't handle the 10's. |
| Me: | Don't go chasing waterfalls. |
| Me: | etc |
| D: | I refuse to stick with the 8's. Leave it up to the girl to decide if she's too good for you. |
| Me: | Let me explain something to you about females |
| Me: | We're ALWAYS too good for whichever guy we're with |
| D: | hahaha |
| Me: | thing is, how hard he tries to make it up to us |
| D: | It's great here. Beautiful view. Great location. |
| Me: | Not to mention, Temporary arrangement. |
| D: | Sometimes temporary arrangements are the best |
| D: | I did offer you a place to sleep and breakfast |
| D: | what more could you want? |
| Me: | You're like the prince from all those fairy tales my mother used to read to me |
| D: | I know |
| D: | Usually a guy this good has to be gay. But I'm not. |
| Me: | Counter offer: Travel back to North Point, do my dishes |
| Me: | good god they're piling up |
| D: | I'm out |
| D: | But if you want free stuff you can take what you want from my old apartment on Wednesday |
| Me: | I don't remember seeing anything cool in your house except a TV and I'm pretty sure that's off limits |
| D: | Plates? |
| Me: | ...Okay maybe. Plastic or ceramic? |
| D: | I don't know the difference. The breakable type. |
| Me: | Bingo. |
| D: | How about towels? |
| D: | Cutlery? |
| D: | Underwear I don't need? |
| Me: | Hahahaha |
| D: | I mean it. Come sleep over. There's a Spanish place nearby with great breakfasts |
| Me: | What do they serve for breakfast? |
| D: | Spanish food. |
| Me: | Right |
| D: | And this apartment is a swell place! The aircon doesn't work so well. So you can't wear much when you sleep. But apart from that it's the best. |
| Me: | That. Wasn't a sleazy thing to say at all. |
| D: | I was warning you. |
| D: | It was a nice thing to say. |
“Things do end, and you want them to end when we’re running through the finish line and not limping to it and not vomiting or pooping ourselves. You have to muster the maturity to leave it. But we’re all going to be a mess.”
I miss you guys so much!
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“What a majestic fat bird.”
Voiced by the delightful Stephen Fry (with Alistair McGowan as ‘dodo’). Follow the cause here.
The race was in London, but the thoughts of many were with another city.
Thousands of runners who took part in the London Marathon on Sunday paid tribute to those killed and injured in the Boston Marathon six days earlier. Participants paused for a moment of silence in the beginning, many wore black ribbons on their chests as a sign of solidarity, and two runners finished carrying a banner that read “For Boston.”
The mood was festive, defiant — and the surging crowds who turned out on the glorious spring day to line the route roared enthusiastically.
“It means that runners are stronger than bombers,” said Valerie Bloomfield, a 40-year-old participant from France. (Photos: Leon Neal/AFP/Getty Images, Peter Macdiarmid/Getty Images, Chris Jackson/Getty Images)
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Happiest looking owl, ever? A barn owl poses for LIFE’s Peter Stackpole in 1960. (Peter Stackpole—Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)
Here’s lookin’ at you, cookie.
Here’s a photo of 18-month-old boy Jaxson Denno...
“before i die i want to…” wall at bonnaroo.