how...

how does one leave what has to be left behind???

how does one walk away???

how???

knights of the round table...

brotherhood is somewhat, yet not quite somewhat, a term loosely flagged about with the species that probably like to holler "hooga chuga hooga yaga" or "oorrrh yee oorrrh yee oorrrh" and travel through the tree route by vine express. one minute, brotherhood is about that boy's night out, maybe enjoying their favourite basketball, baseball or soccer game on the tube, throwing peanut shells around, chugging beer down like water and no tomorrow, and that whole ritual of burping, farting, scratching where the sun does not shine. before your know it, it runs, no, swings in a totally different direction, a hundred and eighty degrees in the opposite direction.

so in the next minute, brotherhood becomes all about brothers getting together and drinking like a bottomless pit, no, make that a bottomless pool when you combine all them pits, when there is one in the hood who gets shot at. three main failure possibilities, namely love, money, work, in no particular order, though the probabiliy percentage is in descending order. in any case, it could be a combination of all three, or sadly just one, but totally burnt one way or another.

so the whole night through, the cups are magically full and overflowing, makes one wonder where all that gold comes from. brotherhood has morphed into an affair about drinking and accompanying, whilst getting the poor thing totally inebriated so that he gets to, or pathetically attempts to, forget his sorrowful despondence. not quite a pretty picture of knights of the round table, but guess there has to be some sort of credit given for the underlying principle, somewhat.

someone close once told me, "brotherhood is a load of bullshit", it is just a convenient excuse and clever cover for the male inane need to prove their masculinity. and no, he was no she. it was hard not to disagree with that statement, even if it might have sounded like a sweeping one. however, that someone had a point, for there has to be, is in fact, more to brotherhood than just the burp, fart and scratch and comparing whose black book had more numbers, or belt that had more notches.

when it boils down to the fundamentals, brotherhood is no different than from a girl's acclaimed sisterhood. it is really all about the knight's code, that of loyalty. some to whom it can be undying, others in slighter degrees.

seriously, at the end of the day, will you pledge your allegience to the "what"??? or will you pledge it to the "who"??? what would you do when the tide turns and runs rough???

hear ye, hear ye, knights of the round table; unite. this day, it shall be, be it brother or sister, "one for all, all for one". aye???

distinction...

my fucking smart ass girlfriend who is very close to my heart has finally gotten her results. oh my fucking god, a distinction for her masters of science. my darling dear, a happy tear was shed for you in spite of the stye that is annoying the crap out of my eye.

yes, that is how much this dodo loves you.

reminds me, my dear distinction holder, you owe me that first, okay, maybe not first, second or third at the very least, read of your brilliant thesis; even if you did have fucked up laboratory results with the mummy samples.

winter wonderland...

it has been nothing short of a hectic hayday. it is pretty amazing that am still alive and not choked by a hundred and one things that have been ongoing. it has been quite alot of work trying to organize the "big move". no easy feat doing it all on one's own. go me.

the flights here were not as bad as thought it would be. my long ass flight to the old time, not so favourite, frankfurt airport was the most relaxing that have had in a long while, thanks to being a solo passenger in a little row of three seats. no offence to the german boyfriends and girlfriends out there, but frankport really ain't my cuppa tea, especially when one has to walk from one end of the terminal to the other, carrying one's "home" without the help of a trolley, and still having to go through two to three security gantries, depending on the gate, just to get to the next transit flight. it is probably every traveller's hellish nightmare, no doubt about that.

well, basically stretched and sprawled my lazy and painfully cramped bones across the seats with three pillows and a cozy fleece blanket when it came to needing that short snooze time. scoliotic bliss. transit flight was not too bad, and the welcome mat was good, considering had the surprise and fortune of having the good old housemommy pickup, with a heartwarming fat squishy hug to boot. housemommy was even nice enough to pick up a coat at the apartment for me because she was worried that me would forget it was winter and just freeze up. the winter could get no sweeter than that.

so right here and now, am in the land of the cold where the nights are long, with days as grey as ash, and totally freezing my ass off because it is probably all of ten degrees and below out. in any case, before one can say "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious", it would be the act of gone in sixty seconds. make that gone in a week.

walking in a winter wonderland, correction, make that living in a winter wonderland. so much to do, so little time. goddamnit.

stuffed...

when stressed...

get stuffed...

still no better...

the only comfort...

at least there is tomato ketchup to go with it...

gorgeous?!?

there were, are and will be those out there who hate my guts enough to wish me instant death for some reason or other. there were, are and will be those out there who sit on the other side of the spectrum who love me enough to want to give me the world, or some part of it if they could. either way, it is still painful, one way or another when it comes to the very end.

well, love me or hate me, forget about me, am way past giving a damn about what people, especially those who ain't nothing to me, think of me. and nope, ain't going to go "oopsies" with the attitude, because it is reality that me do not give a fuck about it. period.

in any case, it is indeed somewhat ludicrous and very much unbelievable that made it in as a finalist into female's 50 gorgeous people contest. nevertheless, it is a reality, and it is imprinted for eternity, somewhat, into a precious editorial page in november's issue of female for all to laugh at, look at, libel at. seriously though, think it is the one up there having the last laugh.

history...

monumental history in the making...

nothing will quite ever be the same...

the start of something new...

oh my god...

a series of inexplicable moments...

oh my god...

really...