I've abandoned my blogspot.

It's decided... I like tumblr a lot better.

Dark

It was night. I love night. The sweet romance in the dark chilled air, thoughts floating, waiting to be caught by any innocent mind willing to grasp.
It was a quiet night, the streets practically empty, the hollow lights of signs and traffic casting their glow in my path.
It was a perfect night, a perfect trap.

"So you sing me slow songs, and I'll drive you crazy tonight."

I felt him barring into me with unseeing eyes. I don’t know where he was, but I knew he was there, lurking in the darkness, waiting to stalk his prey.
Every glimpse of what I thought was him sent me into chills. A whisper of cloth, a biker rides by, a car horn honks, a romance dies.
I didn’t want to see him. He was the ghost of my past, a haunting I didn’t want anymore. Exorcise him from me, for I have seen the destructive path.

Yet his spirit beckoned me, calling and chiming in the innocent night.

Come on, Kitten, find the prey.

A soft breeze whispered through the trees as I peered into the darkness, my eyes trying to bore into the night, trying to find the secrets it hid, and the dangers within.
My spirit tugged, but my mind refused. I will not follow you into the dark. I will not succumb.

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

I stepped into the darkness with a new ease. Not afraid as I was enshrouded in the dark tendrils.

Here, kitty kitty. I know you want it...

The wind tousled my hair and I dug deeper into my sweater.
Then I stopped.

Come here, little kitten. Come here.

And I turned around. And went home.

Perhaps the kitten finally learned that curiosity killed the cat.

Oh yeah… and fuck you.

Tamil Tigers

I was talking to this girl at work about the crazy fiasco on the Gardener express way last night.

She said I was ill-informed and that my information is wrong... and yet I did my research and I was not ill-informed.

So here is my understanding.

These protestors are Tamils, their rebel group - the Tamil Tigers - are now cornered by the Sri Lanka government and are being killed ruthlessly.

Yes that is a tragedy, I assure you, but... the Sri Lanka government considers the Tamil Tigers as terrorists. They started the war with wanting to separate into their own separate province/country thing.

So really.. it's their fault.

Yes, I do think there should be protests for peace as this war has gone on long enough, but no... waving rebel flags (yes google Tamil Tigers... that was their flag and yes they are a terrorist group) on the Gardener express way during Mother's Day isn't the most convincing thing to do.

Sure it got your attention, but maybe instead of waving a rebel flag, wave a flag of peace.

Note that this war has been going on for about 50 years and that they decide to protest NOW when their rebel group is almost eliminated.

Interesting...

Thoughts?

OK I Decided

So, I'm going to keep this account.

The blogspot (http://pushing-pause.com) will be for columns, writing, sensible things to help hone my writing skills.

The tumblr (http://www.meshed.ca) will be for real life things.

I forgot I had two domain names, haha.

So if you can, I'd bookmark it via the domain name to save any future troubles.

Love ya! <3

So...

Apologies for my lack of using this thing. I have to admit, I kind of enjoy tumblr a lot more.. mainly for it's simplicity.

So I think I am going to switch my domain over to my tumblr and I recommend if you want to keep with my life you should check it out here.

I have to admit I will miss this hungry monster.

I am going to keep this account in cause I wanted to continue blogging important issues. So I guess it sucks to be you having to follow two of my accounts... and maybe I'll make my tumblr "meshed" and such... man so many thoughts.

I'll get back to you once I figure it out, haha.

Spread the Word.

Is this what humanity has come to?

Police are supposed to be the servers of justice, they are supposed to be beacons of safety when you're scared and punish the bad guys.

But obviously this isn't the case.

I'm sure most of you have heard buzzing about the events of the Bamboozle Road show.

Well check out my tumblr for two posts from Valencia, as well as links to another post by Valencia and one of Mercy Mercedes.

Spread the word because this is seriously fucked up.

I don't want to see the day when it's dying

I had the worst day in existence.

For those of you who don't know what I do, I work in the stock room at French Connection. Usually I don't mind it, but lately my inner anarchist is breaking out again, and to put it frankly, I'm fucking tired of being bossed around.

It's weird how the system works. Weird and very primal.

Basically, I chill out in this dark dungeon like basement and if someone upstairs needs a size..

"MING!"

Me: "Wait a second..."

"MING!"

"HOLD ON!"

"MIIINNNGGGG!"

"WHAT?!"

And then I get the size they want, and run up the stairs to give it to them.

I fucking hate it. Especially when I am busy. It's so annoying to be digging through a bag looking for a size, and having to drop everything because someone isn't patient enough to wait a few seconds.

Today was super busy at work, and everyone was irritating me to the max. Someone even fucking whistled for me.

I felt like a fucking dog. And always feel like one - getting called by name and having to come, and then fetch whatever the hell they want. I hate it.

I'd like to think I'm better than an animal.

And with the weather so freaking nice, being trapped in a basement sucks.

Another thing I hate about work... commission. The sales associates get commission, not a lot but it definitely adds up. It's only 1% (meaning if you sell a $300 coat, you get $3) but our clothes are expensive, so it adds up.

So sometimes I am upstairs and someone asks me for help. I start helping them, then someone wants me to run downstairs and fetch them aside... and they take my customer. I know it's kind of dumb to be pissed about it, but it kind of makes me pissed! That and I get clothes for the other employees and the sales person thinks they spent all their time digging through stuff to find the size. No it's ME!

I feel like I don't get any appreciation. And I definitely get paid less than them.

I think it's time for me to find a new job.

Anyways, enough ranting about work.

Well I shed some tears, I was that frustrated, and I came upstairs to leave and it was black outside.

It was incredible.

Apparently a tornado flew by and blew over a bunch of rock statue things some guy was working on.

Well I decided to walk home, because it seemed the weather has adjusted itself to my mood. Then it starts POURING, and the wind was INSANE.

It was so amazing and I was having so much fucking fun.

At an intersection some homeless punk like RUNS past me cause the wind was pushing him going "Whooa--a--a---aaooaaa!" It was fucking HILARIOUS.

And my bad mood disappeared.

It's nice when the weather is on your side.

Even though it pretty much shits on everyone else's parade, at least I am happy =)