Archive for October, 2007
Ode To Lastie’s Chocolate Cakes…
That were made by her,
of course.
Odes to mundane things
were thought of by many
people before me and her.
One of my favourite ones
would be Neruda’s
Ode to a Pair of Socks.
I love that one.
This is an ode to Lastie’s chocolate cakes
because they taste better
than a pair of socks.
And because they are
the best cakes in the universe.
In your face Martha Stewart.
Private joke, I apologise for the lack of sense it seems to have.
Habits…
A friend asked me this morning how I got into the habit of saying the exact opposite of my point. An unplanned demonstration followed:
Me: Mom, how cold is it outside?
Mom: Warm enough for a bikini.
After opening the front door I decided it means: It’s effin’ freezing.
I rest my case.
Beep, Beep!
Beep, beep! - Oh! An SMS!
Beep, beep! - Whiiii! Somebody called!
Beep, beep! - Oh no, 5 more minutes… *snooze button*
Beep, beep! - Not School again!
Beep, beep! - It’s green, you moron, drive!
Beep, beep! - End of class, yay!
Beep, beep! - Better get to class now.
Beep, beep! - Whiii, I can cross the street!
Beep, beep! - Yeah, yeah, I’m waiting for that green light.
Beep, beep! - Oh, the muffins are done.
Beep, beep! - New e-mail.
Beep, beep! - New IM.
Beep, beep! - Updates…
Beep, beep! - Error!
Beep, beep! - Someone’s at the door!
Beep, beep! - Can somebody answer the phone?!
Beep, beep! - Mom’s phone.
Beep, beep! - Sis’s phone.
Beep, beep! - Dad’s phone.
Beep, beep! - Cousin’s phone.
Beep, beep! - Not my phone.
Beep, beep! - I can get food from the microwave now.
Beep, beep! - I ought to fasten my seatbelt.
Beep, beep! - I should close the fridge.
Beep, beep! - Ooops, I forgot something again…
Yeah… I noticed that I forget most things that don’t beep at me. Kinda scary… How many mechanical noises have we learned to recognise? The opening tunes to Aisha are our end-of-class’s school bell, the song randomly came up on the radio one day and I got a strong urge to get up and pack my books, despite sitting at home on the sofa. Brain-washed? Indeed.
Stricken By Words…
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.
Friends…
Perpetual…
Yesterday, it came in the form of an electrician. It created havoc in my room but silenced down my heater. Previously, when I had tried to make my heater do it’s magic, it did it all right, but it caused more noise than a punk concert. Now it purrs like my cat. :)
And I forgive the mess. I trade in one day of cleaning for not freezing my ass off in the morning.

