My Favourite Comix

This happens to me all the time.

Introducing everyone to my favourite comic strip about Romance, Sarcasm, Math and Language!

http://xkcd.com

turning tides

You and I, my friends, we sit on the threshold of history.

Barrak or McCain.

The fortunes of our world on a pinhead.

and I'm not even American.

Hah.

Sian

Woke up at 5am feeling uncomfortable.

The bedsheet felt sticky; my head, thick with wool; my stomach bloated.

I could not return to sleep, so I walked around the pitch-dark living room, assailed by both the need to sleep and puke.

I puked up some undigested dinner as my head spun around some. Undeterred, I crawled back onto my bed, and found that if I laid prone, the urge to retch returned. And so, I sat upright on my bed, hoping to meditate and perhaps keep the yuckiness in abeyance.....

....And I fell asleep sitting up.

When I woke up, my arms and legs were numb, and a wretched bloatedness had made camp in the pits of my stomach. Fatigue washed over me: as if I had fought a quiet battle across the invisible fields of my neurological system and lost.

As I sat, contemplating the discomfort I am feeling, it occurred to me that it might have been something I ate last night; or perhaps the quantity of that previous meal.

In anycase, here I am. Feeling sorry for myself; not wanting to move around much. I would go lay on the bed, if I could, despite the general lack of quality sleep: I can't. I can't even sit without feeling arkward and fatigued.

This sucks.

Long Weekend

A long weekend,

Where did Wally go?

A thousand stories; a single thread.

Gay Education

For the misguided heterosexuals and breeders out there, 

please educate yourself with this :

LOMO

My first LOMO: Diana F+. 

We'll see.

/rubs Diana.

All Sheeps Go To Heaven

This is Joo, who accompanied M on a sojourn across taiwan. He attended him on their many adventures through the wild land, keeping him warm in my absence. Joo is pretty vain, but is nevertheless a sensible little sheep.

This is Joolette, our transexual son who used to be our daughter. He has a wanton streak which we find irrepressibile. He is sprawled across the table in a grin because he is smashed up on naughty substances. Sigh. The black sheep of the family.

As you can see, Joolette's rebellious streak has led to his incontinent substance abusing habits, much to the chagrin of Joo.

And this is why Joolette looks perpetually happy and high.

the entry without paragraphs or casuality

I am possessed of certain proclivities; colourful mind-dews that condense like water on the cool of my spirit. To live a life of fullness, one must envision certain boundaries; certain invariables that mark that corners of your world. A common and useful metaphor that I use involves the imagery of a sea; a vista boundless and fathoms-deep, overstretching just so, from without my mind; the dichotomy of a bubbling stream of tap water - leaking from somewhere within my soul into a sidewalk puddle. Utter freedom is a formless thing: quietly insidious in guise and raiment, paying due to an entropy of will and perspective that bleeds like a setting sun. An absolute dissolution of Choice: for in ultimate freedom, we are enslaved and assailed by all that could be, has been and had came before.  To divide infinity, one returns to the equation with more degrees of eternity. And so, I relinquish myself to limitations; to know the cup that holds the wine and feel its overarching embrace reach over and around of me, such that I might be given leave to overflow, with the ocean of my being.

Voyeurism

the little things

The kiss of two beautiful babies. (not mine!)

Say cheese!

Rafee! Pretty boy!

and not forgetting Patch (the dog) and Percy (the cat)!

I have a fondness for dogs with short hair and perky ears! Just like how I like my guys! Haha.

Hmmm. Maybe not the ears part.

funny

Watch this above first, then watch the one below:

Cheered me up!

"Thanks thanks thanks thanks"

This had to be shared.

I love Leslie,  but this is pretty funny: especially the gyrating girls - I could NOT look away.

'cos im on a roll.

above all else

The sunday morning sun bore down upon us as we prepped ourselves for the day ahead: each bound here by the common, unspoken passion for scaling the limits of height and mind. 

Comradeship permeated the air as words of encouragement bolstered the climbers; invisible cushions of support and strength weaved from the threads of laughter and sweat. A solo-sport in style, a community-sport in spirit: I love climbing.

Beatrix doing her stuff.

Getting ready for the day.

One knot, many hands.

Ascending.

Me: reaching for the sky.

The view from the top is awesome.

Orgasmic.

My lifeline.

Which led us to be Level 1 certified.

One step closer to Level 2!

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