Sunday, May 29, 2011

some venting. cheers.

 argh. my mother complained about how much these special mushrooms cost right, for this dish that i wanted her to make because there is only like 100 calories in it. and she puts fucking oyster sauce in it. OYSTER SAUCE! and then said 'oh you didn't tell me not to put it in' when I DID. Me, her daughter, who she knows loves animals more than anything else in the world, knows i get fucking angry about food if something goes wrong and whose life purpose it is to help animals, why the hell would you put oyster sauce in. and she doesn't even say sorry. and then im like, WHY DONT YOU EVER SAY SORRY FOR ANYTHING THAT YOU'VE DONE!? I ALWAYS have to say sorry over little shitty things and she never does when she can clearly see that shes upset me and shes like 'would that make a difference?' arrgghh. and now i have no fucking dinner. fuck I hate living at home more than anything. except people killing animals..
so, i sound like a spoiled bitch right? Well it just fucking shits me when something SO OBVIOUS could have been avoided. like, did she think that losing weight meant more to me than helping animals? did she think that i wanted this dish so fucking desperately that i was willing to eat a sauce I REFUSE to eat every time we go out to an asian restaurant and i always ask them to use a different sauce and have told her in the past sooo many times that i hate fish and will not eat oyster sauce. and she wont even say sorry! i wouldn't have yelled at her for 5 minutes like i did if she had said sorry! 'SORRY' how hard is it to fucking say. and then she's like, do you think i like being yelled at? do you think i enjoy it? NO of course not, im sorry that i yell at you, but FUCK.. WHAT IS GOING THROUGH HER MIND, like... HOW did that even happen, how did she not think about it? 'I just wasn't thinking she said' that was her way of apologising. great, well that makes me feel soo much better that you 'weren't thinking' next time i'll break one of her expensive plates or something and be like 'oh i just wasn't thinking'. 

the worst part is, i have no dinner. and no i will not eat the meal anyway. i know it has oyster sauce in it. I know that an animal was killed- probably inhumanely and it's soul not even recognised when it was being killed, not given a loving, respectful send off from this world to their next, respecting what it is and the spirit it holds, a spirit that could have been their mother in their past lives. 

I do hate that i made her unhappy, she has been cooking for hours, spent a lot of money on the food and here i am complaining. but what else can i do? 

I Guess Karma Comes Back Around, Because Now I'm The One Hurting

Monday, May 23, 2011

Tummy Tea

Oh liquorice how you soothe me
that sweet darling nature that hugs my throat and lets it sleep
you take away that eeking scratchy feel and take me swimming in delicate, whipped creamy sugar.
Peppermint, you're always there to freshen me up, to prep me up for a night on the town, a date, or snuggly bed.
You help my tummy relax and take things slow, piece by piece my food goes down, and you're there to wave it off a safe goodbye.
And you water, oh you boiling, gurgling flaming water.
Your steam ruptures my glossy shell, like tears you drain away the toxins and replenish me with contentment. 
Oh what would I do without you?

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Thoughtful Temptation

It's difficult to accept it.
It's hard and painful, thinking that someone else can give you such pleasure, but I guess that's just human nature.
I love myself I really do, but how am I supposed to not let her get to me.
To me she's not attractive, yet I know she's a threat.
and its like, when I walk into a room of girls, I instantly know which ones are a threat and which aren't almost instantaneously. I don't even have to really look at them to know, I just, can feel them.
I mean, any girl can be the hottest one in her group of friends, put aside what people find aesthetically attractive, some girls can be the most beautiful ones, yet if they sit there in the corner, with their beautiful smile tucked away, not asking to be touched, people don't want to touch them. Sure they notice them, but they're not really given much second thought to.
And then there is the girl who, blows you away, stops conversation, and it's not what she's wearing, but how she wears it, not what she says, but how she says it.
Two girls could say the same thing, but say it so differently. A hot voice isn't dictated entirely to the voice itself. If a girl with a high pitched voice exclaimed that she did no math or science subjects, we would instantly think she was unintelligent and easy, but that's only on a superficial scale. However if she said casually in her high pitched voice, "Yeah, I don't do any math or science subjects." We would think she's a girl who happens to have a high pitched voice, who yet is intelligent, yet confident that math and sciences aren't her ideal subjects.
If a girl with a 'funny' voice, the kind that on a superficial level we think has problems or is weird or, just not the kind of voice we hear in the media or with most people, if she says the same thing, we instantly thing in an excitable tone, we'd think she's covering up her feelings by being abruptly excited, not stupid like the high-pitched-girl's tone.
I'm going on a tangent... my thoughts are lapsing over each other, questioning, what is it that makes a girl with a 'funny' voice, be seen differently from a girl with a high pitched voice.
It's like it's not even the tone they say it in, it's not what they say either, it's... how they see themselves when they say it.
If girl A - high-pitched-girl, thought she was stupid and wasn't taking pride in it, we'd see her as depressing and, sad I guess. Or is that just my view of how I would be if I didn't think I was stupid and didn't take pride in it?
If girl B - 'funny' voice girl, thought she was stupid and wasn't taking pride in it, we'd think the same thing.
However, if girl A thought she was really intelligent....
I'm not sure that I'm onto anything. But my rattling thoughts must indicate that it's all entwined. Perhaps it's a combination of girls image of herself when she says and does something, how she says it, what she says, and what she looks like.
We perceive people how we want to perceive them really. On an aesthetic level anyway.
It has to just be on an aesthetic level, because how would I instantly know who is a threat and who isn't. That has to be their energy and energy alone.
I guess the details are a combination of everything. But basic attractiveness, is mostly the vibes people give off.
Perhaps it's biological, but it seems like more than that... it doesn't seem like something that has been brought down through generations, it feels like something that is within everyone, and everything, regardless of our biology.
It's too late to continue this thoughtful passages... I'm going to be running in dark circles tomorrow with exhaustion.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

For Who I am

I hope you don't wish to see me in that familiar girly light.
That dusty skin, thin and raw.
Sooty eyes, dark and shimmering.
Perfectly messed up hair, or a straightened clean front part.
Thin un-muscular legs, in 6inch heals.
Twittle arms, baggy earthy colours draping off,
with a pushed up cleavage to the top.
A perky nose and thin, sneaky eyes.
Full heavy lips, smokey pink.

I hope you like my shading skin, pink, orange, creamy, grey.
My bouncy arms and stomach, squidgy like cupcake frosting.
My face round and puffy cheeks
Anime brown eyes and water fallen hair.
Thick shapely legs, in whatever fits
My bright crazy combos, and small perky tits.
My lips soft yet shallow.

I'm not the girl in darkened light, when you lift off my shirt above my head, you can see a soft frail shadow of my ribs, before you pick me up, my legs around you, holding me at ease.
I'm the girl that makes you brownies, stout cake and bread, I'll run to your house or wear a nice dress, but either way there is always a stomach between the two of us.
I can try to be subtle and sleek, slip off heals and wiggle my toes, giggle and tease and play.
But for the most part, I wont ever be the girl that can pack and actually finish eating only celery for lunch, the girl that turns down cake at a party or the one that... I can be a lot of things. but I'm not a beach babe, a dining diva or an aeroplane jumper.
I'm a country lass at heart, a dancer and an explorer, I value wisdom and knowledge, an educated mind. Spirituality and laughter.
I'm pretty sure I can promise you, that I can be your anything, but I'll always be one of a kind.
Physically I may not ever be able to fulfil some of your desires.
I hope you'll love me for who I am

Sunday, May 15, 2011

I'm locked out of my house

and I'm sitting out the front, on my doorstep, and I'm on the phone to my lovely boyfriend :)