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The weekly theme for IF is The Blues
Saturday, 29 September 2007
Wednesday, 26 September 2007
Billy-Boy Bold
Little Mary went to the hill,
Met there Bill
Who certainly will
Little Mary kill.
With plenty of time
And nothing in mind.
Surely not kind.
You’ll soon be dead.
Gone is your head.
Your blood, ooh, so red!
What about Bill? He certainly sold
His soul to the Devil, his soul so cold.
And the Devil, he hailed for Billy-Boy Bold.
Monday, 24 September 2007
Seashells
I remember the fragrance of the sea, the salty tickle in my nose, and the pearls of water on my skin, the musky scent of seashells we had been picking all day. I remember all those odours, but most of all I remember the perfume of my mother, her warm hand on my hand, her smile when she looked at me, and the gentle stroke in my hair.
I remember it.
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The weekly theme for Moody Monday is Fragrant
Saturday, 22 September 2007
Thursday, 20 September 2007
Monday, 17 September 2007
Sunset
There’s a paradox about sunset. In real life, the colours of the setting sun amaze us, enthral us to shrieks of exhilaration. We cannot stop admiring the intense of the red, yellow and orange splattered in the velvety azure sky.
Friday, 14 September 2007
Death
Rosencrantz: What is your line?
Player: Tragedy, sir. Deaths and disclosures, universal and particular, denouements, both unexpected and inexorable, transvestite melodrama on all levels including the suggestive. We transport you into a world of intrigue and illusion -clowns, if you like. murderers -we can do you ghosts and battles, on the skirmish level, heroes, villains, tormented lovers -set pieces in the poetic vein; we can do you rapiers or rape or both, by all means, faithless wives and ravished virgins -flagrante delicto at price, but that comes under realism for which there are special terms. Getting warm, am I?
Rosencrantz(doubtfully): Well, I don't know...
Player: It costs little to watch, and little more if you happen to get caught up in the action, if that's your taste and times being what they are.
Rosencrantz: What are they?
Player: Indifferent.
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Tuesday, 11 September 2007
Sunday, 9 September 2007
Sing low and sweet
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Do you remember when I earlier this year wrote about the desire of taking singing lessons? If you don’t, refresh your memory.
Well, desires are to be made true and I’ve been going to singing lessons now for few weeks.
I’ve loved every minute of it.
I’ve always hummed to myself, and occasionally sang out loud. Now I have a place where I can let the air drop down to my stomach and lift the voice in the air. The sensation is wonderful; the feeling of being able to produce a somewhat controlled sound is very satisfying.
I’m not training to be a Senior Idol, or to be a classical singer. I just want to learn to breathe in the right way while singing. I want to study my abilities to reach the high notes and how to descend to the lower levels of sound making.
My teacher is an angel, full of encouragement and joy. She lets me sing songs I like, evergreens by Gershwin, Porter, Carmichael, Ellington etc.
But not yet –first I have to practise more my pelvis muscles....
High notes are a nuisance because I have a natural born whiskey-cigarettes-nightlife voice (in truth I must admit that some of that huskiness of my voice is self afflicted, not solely natural born...). I made funny, frog-like sounds just the other evening, sliding my voice lower and lower while the teacher struck three chords from her piano. Down and down and down I went and finally she asked me: “How low can you get?”
Well, I’m going to find it out.
Thursday, 6 September 2007
The Bad Conscience
I’ve been neglecting commenting in my fellow blogger’s blogs for past few days. Thanks to real life, that is. I’ve been busy. It’s annoying and therefore I have a bad conscience since HPY gave me the "Power of Schmooze Award" because it is given to bloggers who “effortlessly weave their way in and out of the blogosphere, leaving friendly trails and smiles, happily making new friends along the way. They don’t limit their visits to only the rich and successful, but spend some time to say hello to new blogs as well. They are the ones who engage others in meaningful conversations, refusing to let it end at a mere hello - all the while fostering a sense of closeness and friendship".
Wednesday, 5 September 2007
Monday, 3 September 2007
Sunday, 2 September 2007
The First Love
She was determined to believe that her first love was something worth remembering, worth yearning. She kept the fire warm around her love, never let it cool down, and vanish into dust.
She blew sighs of desires towards the fire to keep it in flames.
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