3 posts tagged “olivia”
Boy for sale.
He's going cheap.
Only seven guineas.
That -- or thereabouts.
Small boy...
Rather pale...
From lack of sleep.
Feed him gruel dinners.
Stop him getting stout.
If I should say he wasn't very greedy...
I could not, I'd be telling you a tale.
One boy,
Boy for sale.
Come take a peep.
Have you ever seen as
Nice
A boy
For sale.
The Lady Dragonia Petunia Draconius,
The House of Dragon is an ancient and arrogant lineage. The Spartans of the Reptile Race, the Dragons prize and pursue perfection in all that they do, and especially in how they look. Turtlissimo Tortoimus Draconius is the second child of the Leozardo and I, his mother, Dragonia Petunia "Kinkykat" Draconius. "Turtlie's" older brother Leozardo Magnifico Draconius is a fine specimen of the noble, haughty features dragons call their own. Turtlie's father angrily declares that such a nasty little brat as Turtlie cannot possibly be related to himself, as his body is burger-shaped and his head a misshapen tennis ball. Moreover, Turtlie's snooty older brother Zardo points out that Turtlie will never pass the physical inspection on his fifth birthday, because his body simply is not built for majestic flight. His chubby baby feet have no claws to speak of, Turtlie's general appearance is one of amicable gentleness, and his meek little tail will provide no leverage as his flight rudder.
Turtlie's chief embarrassment is his flying apparatus. Flimsy, soft, and constructed (to his great horror!) of baby-blues plaid, his cousins often remind him that they are heart-shaped, leading them to derisively call my precious offspring "Bumblebee." To a doting mother's heart, they are the most precious little wingsies I have ever seen. But I tremble at the thought of how he will be shredded to pieces by the cruel, unforgiving talons of the scaliest lizards known to the planet. His imperfections are my affections, but alas!
I can only beseech of you, my dear childhood playmate Livizilla Wong-Pang, to consider the fond memories we both share and to accept my hasty tendering of my darling child into your care. I know your own children, Maximus Oink and - what is the new baby's name? Gweneth Genevieve? The chubby little blue dino with the endearingly large head - will eagerly accept my darling Turtlie as one of them. Ah, you have no idea how often I sigh over my illustrious, yet loveless marriage! But I am trapped. The Dragons know no divorce. Only death.
If only I could have seen beyond the lure of money to follow my heart, perhaps Turtlie would not have to suffer thus today. Oh, my child's sufferings are all his mother's fault. Our castle may be a large one, but it is a cold one without love to warm the stone floors.
Often my guilt overtakes me to the degree that I cannot deny my boy the sweeties and snackaroos he craves. My indulgence has only furthered his body image issues, and when I look at him I feel that I have failed to do right by him. You are my last hope.
Turtlie possesses none of the haughty characteristics and attitudes so dearly treasured by the Dragons, but his very faults are his charm. It is true that he is somewhat crooked and twisted, but it only makes him all the more adorable and unique in my eyes.
He asks only to be loved, and in return will give you his heart, which I assure you is as large as his body.
Kinkykat
P.S.
Pardon the dark pictures. I had to snap these hastily under cover of
twilight lest his father find out that I am sending him away and in his
anger, eat him for dinner.
Age: Four
Height: Below average
Weight: Lovable
Wing span: 5.5 inches
Tail length: 3.6 inches
Kill count: 0
Deǝr ɐUnTee OɯıbıA,
hı iʍ ʇuRt1e. ʎɯ mOmy saʎ U ɯıLL ıOve Mɐ A ı ıot.
Dictated:
"I can't write any more than that. Thank you for giving me a home. I
just want to grow up and love my mommy and not have Daddy eat me. Mommy
let me watch a movie tonight and I will sing you this song when I get
to your house."
Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there
And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true
And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true
Well, after the Crossings drama this past week I for some reason started feeling convicted about how I was behaving. I know everyone was in the wrong, and I feel bad every time I scrabble with Heather, but I do know better, even if EVERYONE else is being stupid. I don't think I was wrong for what I said, but I was definitely holding a bad attitude in how I said it. True, I was provoked, but when does that excuse anything?
I called her yesterday and we talked for a while... I think I genuinely *like* her now, which is def an answer to prayer because I never wanted to before. I got her a gift, and it's really true that my heart follows my treasures. Haha. Ice cream bowl with sprinkles... "Have some girly time on me." :) Is that cute? Thanks, O, for praying for me.
I got to go to Olive Garden with my girlies on Thursday night, and we had a great time as always. I'm gonna miss them all a lot when they go to Dallas. Stupids. Friday Steph had her ERK surgery, and I had training at BV. I hopefully start tonight - that should be exciting. Money! I bought a swimsuit and two pairs of board shorts this week. I hope to put them to use at some point... Went downtown with Olivia for Garrick's birthday on Friday night. It was fun. I had a Mind Eraser and a tequila shot and a bunch of whatever other things Garrick made me drink. I still prefer partying with TiSA people.
ACC is pwning me. As is Daily Texan. But I like it. I just sort of need to find time to clean up.
Yesterday afternoon I did a shoot for the daughter of one of Oliver's coworkers. It was really fun, and I got to play around with all those girly things I've got at home. Well, not really, 'cuz the only one I can think of is my new umbrella from Taiwan. Anyway, thanks, O, for the hookup and also for the great help. :)
My flip-flops died! Sigh... I will miss them.
Actually, I just realized I didn't have time to upload all the pictures from that excursion so lemme come back to that later... for now it's just mostly "my" glory and a cool in-the-mirror shot of Olivia and Stephanie getting their makeovers. In all honesty? And I'm not fishing for compliments here... I was not overly excited with the results of my makeup. It looks pretty dramatic, eh? I asked for "natural/beachy/everyday." Haha, at least Oliver never noticed any difference. XD
Hey, look! It's a good summary of my weekend! And if you click on the link that says "launch photo gallery," you'll see pics that Jon Huang and I took. Mine are the daytime shots; his are night shots. :) Kewl.
As Stephanie Matlock said, that'll make a nice clip for me. Here are the rest of the pics I took. So yeah, anyways, I spent my Saturday eveningish doing that. I drove out to the Travis County Expo Center (yay for not getting lost, and also for remembering to get gas before I ran dry completely) and mucked around in the dirt for a while. It's probably the most hands-on I've been in my journalism for a while.
It was pretty cool... there were a lot of people milling about, carrying cardboard and decorating little pup tents they made out of their cardboard. I had weird deja vu, probably from the Porta-Potties, from post-9/21 earthquake relief work. Just this time it was organized because there weren't actually any earth tremors or threats of imminent death looming over anyone's heads. It also reminded me of this Reader's Digest condensed book I read once, a fictitious tale about the weekend of Woodstock or something of that nature. There was a sense of hippieness that made me wonder when they were gonna bust out the bands. I got to climb up on the Fox7 news van to take pictures. It was also kind of cool how I kept running into people who wanted to give me more information/quotes. I can't expect having my work handed me on a silver platter in future, eh? I won't say I didn't work somewhat hard, though... I got pretty tired/thirsty. It was really amazing seeing so many young people who cared about making a difference, though. The Olivers, as they were known in the camp, had found some girl from the Vox New Orleans trip and set up camp with her and pals. When everyone gathered together to film for the Senate petition or whatever it was (the activity they were holding the banner in my picture for), I climbed up first onto another van, then onto a little golf cart, then onto a tall stepladder to get pictures. I realized then that I have a slight fear of heights, but I'll do a decent number of wild things to get nice shots. I also noticed out of the corner of my eye that Oliver (Wong) is also more of a photographer than an activist, running around the outskirts with an L-lens, a 5D and a laptop backpack in tow. Some refugee he'd make! "Excuse me, do you have wireless here?"
I left kinda soon after that, because I felt the need to go back and make sense out of my notes in the security of Microsoft Word. I had been told that if I stayed until morning I would be "treated to an amazing surprise," so reluctantly and in the name of good journalism I proceeded to set my alarm for 5:45 a.m. so I could drive back out there. Along the way I watched the road to make sure I could come back in the dark the next morning. After returning to familiar ground I promptly proceeded to get almost lost along the way back because I had received several calls telling me that my brothers, based on their phone answering (or lack thereof), were "missing." Turns out they went to a friend's birthday party and had been taken home late. I think I'm going to make a remarkably unconcerned/unresponsible mother, since I had figured there must be a logical explanation and had spent my time worrying about camp lighting instead.
WARNING: Some of the following could be graphic.
The American goals of journalism differ from that of, say, the Middle Eastern media outlet Al-Jazeera. American media tends to coddle the sensibilities of their audience, thus censoring raw language and gory war scenes from general viewing. On the other hand, Al-Jazeera believes that if it happens, it's fair game for the world to see firsthand. As a matter of fact, they would consider it a failing on their part to not fully expose the true state of affairs. Since I have always somewhat admired their "give it to the world straight" attitude of news coverage, I bring you the following...
I went back to Olivia's for a shower and some female company, where we proceeded to watch some Full House (for my semester project) and some Sex and the City (not for my semester project). I worked on pictures and a bit on typing up notes while I somewhat scanned the TV screen out of the corner of my eye, but I just couldn't muster the energy to finish my article in a "burst" of enthusiasm. Hey, I was tired and dehydrated. So I zonked out on the loveseat after telling Oliver to call me if the morning surprise was worth driving out to obtain quotes.
Two incidences before I officially woke up: I apparently sleep through my alarm incredibly soundly, so when it woke Olivia up, she shook me because she thought I was dead or something. Awesome. I'm sorry for waking you up, dear.
Another one was when Mrs. Tsui called me to tell me she was at my brothers' (to take them to church while my mom is gone) and they "weren't there." She was really worried and I was a bit concerned as well, but since I was half asleep, I figured they were probably something along those lines as well. I promised to call and see if I could locate them. Turns out they had overslept as well. We Fans know how to make a good sleep.
When I woke up around 12:30, Olivia and I slowly made our way out the door first to get Starbucks (I got a huge cup of tea! I was so happy) and then to get me Which Wich before heading to the UGL to work on our respective projects. By the time the news office figured out how much space I could have for my article (12 inches, which is around 350 words or something?), I had... 15 minutes to write or else I would miss deadline. Eep. I like pressure, but I didn't have anything down except for half my quotes. I asked for a 30-minute extension and 6 more inches of text space... I like it when I've done a decently solid job researching and reporting, because then the fun part comes in putting it all together. It's much like sewing; I don't mind doing it but I hate doing the cutting and planning and cleaning up afterwards.
This afternoon pretty much reminded me that I don't ever want to work in the Daily Texan news office... not because there's anything inherently wrong with it but just because I don't like how tense the atmosphere gets. I did get a chance to speak with Jon Huang in the photo office, though, where I discovered he has a Rebel for sale for $200. I told him I wanted it for Jonathan (my brother; there are too many boys in this post who share the same name, and I just mistyped that "two many"). W00t. I spoil my brothers.
After I finished working on the story, I drove down to P. Terry's to meet up with the Vox crowd that was left after a picnic lunch and some community work, I guess. I apologize for missing that, people... I had fully planned on making it but I was just so tired out. I liked it a lot - it was my first time there and the food was pretty good. Noah Tsang is way too cute. When I grow up I want to be cool like he is. He asked me, "Do you want to play in the sand with me?" I was very sapped out and honored to be invited. We shared a milkshake and he inquired after my DS... naturally.
Post-dinner, I took Oliver to see the boys. We lounged about, watched YouTube clips, and then played Scrabble after Sam and Clyde came over. Clyde is a 15-pound Pomeranian-type creature who has Sam completely whipped in his service. It is entertaining. Scrabble was fun. Oliver was kind of crazy in the beginning, then I caught up with two cool moves in a row ("divulges," anyone?) but then ultimately lost by one point when I had awesome letters... which ended up kicking my butt because Oliver managed to use up all but one of his letters in his move, leaving him with just one more letter to get rid of. Sigh, at least I got "soy," a triple-word-grid, "frowns," and "go" all with three letters.
...I am such a nerd.
After that, I planned to go to bed but proceeded to be hungry so I went to HEB looking for rotisserie chicken and settling for cookie dough (to make treats for my professors who wrote me rec letters netting me scholarship money) and canned soup instead. After hopping into bed, I realized the Starbucks tea/caffeine had finally taken effect, so I decided to get up and write you this increasingly boring recount of my weekend, blow-by-blow... because it entertains me to do thus. Deal.
I'm testing out the tagging dealio, so I went a bit crazy.
