Johari Nohari...?

I know I know I'm late with my HNT. I'm sick, I'm sluggish....I've bombed this week. But I give you all my last favourite feature. Well one half of it anyway ;)



I'm showing my...left eye I think...possibly I'm saying my lft as it is darker on the top where the pigment is changed in my eye. My eyes are blue-grey, and the top part of my left eye is brown...My sister has always told me I was weird because I have a freckle in my eye. That's when I learned to take insults and make them compliments.

i.e. Unknown: "You're eye is weird!"

Me: "I know isn't it great?!"

And this is what I do to pictures when I am bored.




But I'm not feeling so hot...little dizzy really...glassy eyed....ugh I hate flus....
anyone have some orange juice? (Or as I would be saying it "ehnyone hab orange jous?"

leave me note if you listened to my blathering,. I like the comments.

Fae

I do. I believe so much that I collect things most people think of as fantastical, or magical or simply impossible. Nothing in life is impossible.

When I was seven, my best friend at the time (I'll call her...Becca.) and I believed whole heartedly that faeries lived in the tiny holes in the snowbanks. How else would those holes get there? (It was about three years later when I saw the salt truck and the small holes the pellets of salt left. I still like to think the salt makes the home and the faeries just live there.) We would make paper clothes in class and take them and leave them in the holes for the faeries to find. It was very cold how else would the survive? I even remember putting tiny furniture in some bigger holes for them.

I was seven, and I have a very active imagination.

Now I collect faeries. Dragons, well I only have one dragon, thanks JeN! And a whole lotta faeries. I'll start showing some of them sooner or later ;) Today you get to meet two of them. My newest, and my second oldest (I couldn't reach my first faerie) their names are Berrie and Wysh respectively. Wysh is my Bubble Fairy (thats what her certificate calls her Bubble Fairy...how original). Bubbles are a kind of wish, they always make me think of Cinderella and the song, "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes". Kind of silly isn't it?

Berrie is my newest addition. When I noticed her painting the berries on the grass around her red I fell in love. Certain aspects of the figurine make me fall in love with them. It's usually not in the face, some other part, the leaves Wysh stands on, the fruit Berrie paints, the hug Clover bestows upon herself. Just little things, well....without anymore romantic nonsense or fantastical silliness. Here you are. Berrie and Wysh!

EroticFae





Tess, you said more boobies. So here goes.

My favourite Tshirt - or at least one of them.



This is what I wear under my shirts,





And this is what Tess can do for me when I ask very nicely,



Yes, one of my most favourite-est traits. My breasts. They're large, but not too large. They bounce and jiggle when they're supposed to. Now, if only I could pick names for them.


;) Fae ;)





I've added a new link to the left. "Faes Writings," Pretty Self explanatory right? I thought so.


Anyone know how to get those pain in the butt symbols out of posts? or from where my links are at the bottom of My Stories page? I'd appreciate any help I can get.


Fae

Editors Note: Everyonce in a while you meet a new person. They might be kind, well mannered and generally they won't affect you in any way. The rest of the time the person will do, or say, or write something that makes you think, wonder, giggle, laugh, cry, tear up, crave to hug them, feel bad for them, worry for them, makes you want to be there when the pieces they've tried so hard to put together again fall apart so you can help them carry on. I've not met any of the people I'm currently thinking about, well except for Jen and Lauren (pronounced Lore-ehn not Lore-in get it right people), but you've all made me look deeper, stretch farther and whether you know it or not you've helped me start learning about who I am.

G, you've been patient with me, and Kind probably more kind than I deserve from a Master some days. Because of you I know what I deserve. I'll never settle for anything less.

Jen and Lauren, I can be a nasty bitch at times particularly when I'm pms-ing, but you've never taken anything from me that I haven't been willing to give. You have my love, and my strength for whenever you need it. You are the sisters of my soul. You once said I was the key to your friendship, and as sappy as that was at the time this is probably a million times worse! *Laughs a little* You guys make me happy when I don't want to be, drive me crazy when I need to be and are just generally pains in my ass some days. The rest of the time, you allow me to be me. No pretenses, no make-up required, and video gaming included.

Tess, I haven't known you for very long but you've shown me more than you could know. *Smiles softly* You're a beautiful woman, inside and out. Never doubt yourself.

Magdelena, your writing is so introspective, intellectual and inspriring. I may not always comment, but I always read and take away from it what I can. I keep hoping that one day I'll be as eloquent as you are, you've said before that I already am eloquent, maybe it's one of those things that you can't ever actually see in yourself?

Jericho, I just found you last Thursday through the comment you left on my HNT post. Your words, astound me some days. Other days they just merely make me think. *giggles,* Merely. To be able to inspire a person is a great challenge, to be able to inspire a person after having read only three maybe four of your posts is the intellectual equivalent of climbing Mount Everest to me at this moment. So I thank-you.

Osbasso, as I thank you, so you should thank Tess. You don't even know why do you? I thank-you for the opportunities to see myself differently. Not as a whole, but fragmentedly. In pieces, the arch of a neck, the rounded abdomen, plump pursed lips, a body stretched out on a bed with pale cream skin and strawberry blond hair. As a whole I've never been attractive. *Puts a hand up to quiet down the crowd,* At least now I'm starting to realize that's not entirely true. The HNT project is helping me realize that, meanwhile I get to see how big an exhibitionist I am AND have fun! (You have to thank Tess cause she told me all about it, HNT that is. Well you don't have it's just...I would if I were you I mean you'd only have 500 people doing HNT's instead of 501 right? ;) )


There are many others that I have not mentioned here tonight, if your blog is listed on the left hand side I read you, I take from you what I decide to take. If my comments seem, outlandish or crazy, just know that you are seeing a side of rarely seen by others (I'm refering of course to my comment on Silent Mysts post the other night about the light bulb and toilet training. An odd mood came over me. Perhaps I was possessed). If I don't comment, well then I lurk don't I. I'm such a bad girl. At any rate, after this huge post I don't know if I have the energy to tell you what brought this on. but I guess I should so you should know there's nothing to worry about. I am not writing a suicidal good bye to my online friends.

I am. at peace. happy. content. I feel. Good.

I haven't felt this way in a long, long, long time. I can write again, I don't struggle to reach those words they flow off my fingertips before I can hardly think them. Part of it probably has to do with the massage therapy I had today. Another part of it has to do with what I've learned about myself. I am smart, I am wasting my life where I am working right now. I will one day be published, not because I say I will, but because I am good at what I am writing. Yes, you will get to read it....I'll be posting it somewhere and soon well as soon as I find the right background for it.

My mind is whirling. I have so much I want to write about and now that I've started writing it all I can't seem to pick one out. *takes a deep breath to center herself* Well, here's a taste of my writing. Of what I do so well.


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A Writers Dream

i lay in bed and dream
of things that dont exist
i close my eyes and see
women made of mist
men weild swords of flame.

i write my thoughts in words
hiding them in shame
my business is my own
(a waste of time some may think)
In this I am alone.

a pure raw talent
colouring vividly with words.

others paint on canvas.
a pencil a paper they draw me in.

the words of yeats frost barrettbrowning and carroll
romantic and depressing
uplifting.

words can heal our souls
keep wounds from festering
words keep us sane
tender lyrics seal a kiss
lips never touching
jarring words end a fight
without being said

the gift of
a writer
to you

the talent of
a poet
to the world

painting our lives
for you.
never picking up a brush.

EroticFae (with the help of a Muse or two.)



P.S. Does anyone know what kind of a bird flies through the window in Margaret Laurences "A Bird in the House" I can't remember if it is a Crow or a Raven. I'd like to know so I can comment on Lena's blog...but I fail to remember. ~Fae





~*~An Email My sister sent me that made me chuckle *~*

Martin, Harper and Layton are flying on the Executive Airbus to a gathering
in British Columbia when Martin turns to Harper and says, chuckling, "You
know, I could throw a $1000 bill out the window right now and make someone
very happy."

Harper shrugs and replies, "Well, I could throw ten $100 bills out the
window and make ten people happy." Not to be outdone, Layton says, "Well I
could throw a hundred $10 bills out the window and make a hundred people
happy."

The pilot rolls his eyes and says to his co-pilot, "Such arrogant asses
back there. Hell, I could throw all three of them out the window and make
32 million people happy."


EroticFae





We all have the bits we like, and the bits we don't. The hard part is coming to grips with what we don't like, and how to accentuate those we do to minimize those we don't. Y'know?







Oh and just as a reference point and so that everyone is clear on this fact.

Men, are confusing. They will always be confusing. And I, short of moving to New Zealand, a prospect which is looking more attractive everyday, seem to be headed down the path of spinsterhood. In which, I, of course will be the crazy little old lady that drives like a maniac and has a house full of cats, that will one day have to feast on my dead body for weeks before I am found.

But for right now, I just wish I could be a young woman of loose morals able to pass her affections to any guy who wants them just so that I can get them in return. But alas, I can't....won't really cause....well I just won't. I need to feel something for someone first. More than lust too....well...at least friendship....god I confuse myself.

Fae