Cinderella

The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,

Her green eyes slant,

hair flaring in a fan

Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels

Begin on tilted violins to span

The whole revolving tall glass palace hall

Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;

Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall

Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,

And glided couples all in whirling trance

Follow holiday revel begun long since,

Until near twelve the strange girl all at once

Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince

As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk

She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.

By Sylvia Plath

Luck

There is good luck. There is bad luck. And having no luck equals to bad luck and having loads of luck is good.

Too much of life is based on luck. Some work, yes, but mostly luck.

Or at least, thats how its feeling right now.

Me and a friend were having a conversation about men, life and sex. What every female talks about.

She couldnt understand why I was sorta seeing a guy when she , to put it nicely, had a veru negative opinion of him. Why was I seeing him? Whats the point of seeing anyone if he's not the best?

Best?

ME?

Who, in the elite crowd of the best, would want me?

I'm not very pretty, terribly inappropiate, and im not skinny. I admit, I'm fat.

THE BEST?

I think among humans, there is no best.

And if there is, I certainly don't deserve it.

It's hard hearing comments like that cos, for that moment, your mind highlights everything with you that isn't perfect.

Most of my friends would say Im pretty, smart and confident.

But I'm not the best or perfect.

And there is some niggling feeling deep inside me, that questions what is so wrong with me that none of the 'best' want me.

Yes, I am going through a very, I wouldnt say hard, but different difficult time.

My flaws constantly slap me in the face.

I cant help thinking bout that comment. Me waiting for the best?

I'm not the best, never will be, how can I ever expect it for me?

I'm realistic. Or a sucker for punishment.

What does all this have to do with luck?

Maybe, with a bit of luck, I would have gotten a gene that made my tummy flatter. With luck, Travis Fimmel would have fallen in love with me. With luck, I might be in Perth right now, with a shot at love. With luck, I would have been in Melbourne, with people whom don't think I'm terrible. With luck, I would never have met certain people.

Some people might equate this crap luck thing with fate.

Maybe so, maybe not.

All I know is, I don't have much of the good luck. Ha, not the best of luck.

I'm the best and never will be.

I'm so tempted to do a Sylvia Plath these days.

"I believe in karma. That means I can do bad things to people all day and assume they deserve it." - Dogbert

SUCKER

I am a sucker of the purest form.

Yesterday, I went to Handoft in the Adelaide Hills with Milla. The land of fudge and of yummy sausages. Tis a German town after all.

Anyway, we were in a leather shop. You know how they sell those kangaroo scrotum pouches?

Well, I made a comment that I wanted to get one of those plus a vibrator for my girlfriends for Xmas.

The salesgirl laughed and told me while I was choosing them, to be sure of checking the size.

"???" said me.

"You see, it depends when they shoot the kangaroos. If its a warm day, the pouch is bigger. And on a cold day, you know how they shrink, yeah, its smaller."

Smiling, I began searching the pouches comparing sizes.

"REALLY? WOW!" I exclaimed.

When everyone in the shop started laughing.

It dawned on me.

SUCKER!

New Addition to the Family!

People used to tell me that I had a zoo. Between Milla and me, we have a crazy rabbit that hates me, 2 mice (Pip and Pop), a rat called Steve the Queen and 2 fish called Nip and Tuck.

The latest addition to the family is a Guinea Pig. He's called Guinea The Pig. I know, I'm bursting with originality but the name suits him.

But sometimes, especially when all the animals are out, I have this feeling that we are not in a zoo but a kindergarten.

The guinea pig is the baby. He's very content to be bundled up and carried around as long as he has something to nibble on. The Rabbit ie Rabbit is the evil one year one. So curious and biting EVERYTHING in sight. This includes ME. Even when I am being nice and trying to give her food. The mice are constantly humping, yes the bisexual lesiban mice. They are obviously the teenagers. And Steve the Queen is the four year old. He seems to wonder WHY all the time.

So Im running a mini-childcare centre. Thank god, unlike actual children, they cant talk back and I can actually put them in a cage when they misbehave.

Sigh. The children need to be fed.

Reading: The House at Pooh Corner By A.A. Milne

Let's Learn!

I have an exam next Tuesday and something I have to learn is actually the parts of the brain. And somehow, I found this. And suddenly, the brain is not only useful but amusing... I know I'm putting up a couple of posts on vidoes but I have been very busy with assignments and an exam. Yes, an exam. But many assignments.

So all together now!

BRAINSTEM! BRAINSTEM!

Well...

Something completely gay (sorry for the use of that word) but very funny. Swans and fuzzy bras do not make peace... At least, I don't think.