tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56927862011-08-07T19:49:03.022-04:00HoursMoments of woven memoriesChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.comBlogger1441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-45957596781434650052009-02-08T23:18:00.002-05:002009-02-08T23:27:19.695-05:00Someone comes to me, in the early morning hours. In early morning hours, when mist hangs on the horizons, with bare feet someone comes.When dew drops stil cling to leaves, when the buds anticipate the sun's warmth, when birds still sit silently, someone comes to me.With cool, smooth fingers and lazy eyes; with limbs delicately strong; with jasmine fragrances, o someone comes to me.Who comes? Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-56633502799799460312009-02-02T20:38:00.002-05:002009-02-02T21:11:29.261-05:00They were hot, humid summer nights. We would dance at the studio on the Main at least once weekly. His embrace was strong, his movement controlled, decided and powerful. We would be chest to chest and in the soft seconds of stillness I would feel him grow even closer as he breathed.His hair wet, his skin on the verge of damp, he would smell of summer rain on pebbles. How the nights would pass, Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-86796652644092068202008-08-29T22:17:00.003-04:002008-08-29T23:27:56.140-04:00The mediterranean wind blew through his hair; its blue eternities were lost in his eyes as he looked at me, smiling effortlessly. The sun, setting slowly behind me lent its glow to his face.I remember it perfectly - this moment. I remeber him perfectly. He smelt of summer rain and earth. My fingers through his hair, my face against his, his breath on my neck as we danced. The life, the power in Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-52721614978719619252008-01-02T17:43:00.001-05:002008-01-02T17:59:05.351-05:00Thanks Anand -Were it not for you I would perhaps never post again. I had forgotten how potentially therapeautic this could be -Dare I reflect on 2007?? I don't feel like I have the testicular fortitude. There were the highlights - ballroom, Antigua, weddings. But there were the heartbreaks - how much more of Eperience do I really have to endure before returning once more to the fabled Innocence?Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-52078820254728197612007-05-31T20:52:00.001-04:002008-08-29T22:17:26.728-04:00The picture looked back at me from the mantle. I turned to the large windows and saw unseeing the city stretch before me.I had taken the picture on our trip to Italy. It was a warm evening and as the sun was setting over the bay and wind was playing in the sails of the boats in the harbour, we two were in the pool that overlooked the ocean. At one point he had turned to me, his arms resting on Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-85164227542161343342007-03-31T20:34:00.000-04:002007-03-31T20:37:03.391-04:00Ended.So yeah - I'm all wonderfully unattached again. Great. One step closer to reality, I am now no longer searching.It was wonderful to think that dreams could come true. Back when we had our heads in the skies among the stars. More and more it seems that dreams are not much more than drops of dew that vanish when you really begin living.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-64311197046665609092007-03-22T09:39:00.000-04:002007-03-22T09:40:38.632-04:00Resurface.So it seems like the Knight was the last one about whom I wrote on this blog. Not a whole lot has happened since... well untill January that is.New year's eve saw me set up with a scotian boy. There's no doubt that my gay friends new of my utterly desperate longing for a relationship and so there it was. Thanks to lots of good ole' Southern Comfort the night ended quite beautifully withChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1154576984054481902006-08-02T23:43:00.000-04:002006-08-02T23:49:44.176-04:00O time, do tarry a while.Lord knows if anyone even reads this blog for my lack of updates must utterly annoy what few readers there were to begin with.Well - its not that anything great has happened. Just that it is one of those rainy nights that inspire the fingers. Actually it's a combination of things.The Pride parade was other worldly - beautiful. Met a boy. Called him - don't know that Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1149960769711197092006-06-10T13:14:00.000-04:002006-06-10T13:32:49.830-04:001+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1=69?So after the one night at Parking with Anit there was another on the Thursday that followed. And on that night I met a knight... Let's call him the knight, if only because his surname translates that way in english.We exchanged numbers and did the whole dance thing...then we met on our first date after that. There were all the elements for the perfect date - the sky was a Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1148156553375919002006-05-20T16:09:00.000-04:002006-05-20T16:22:33.410-04:00Dance like thisSo I ended up meeting with Anit that night. We went to a house warming party of one of his friends. The melieu wsa rather queer dare I say...two musicians, two teachers, two punk chicks, one Iranian queer, two punjabis, one arab queer and one poor straight, white boy in a hoddie.Quite the night of finger foods and wine, small talk and psychological observations from my part. Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1146945243079445142006-05-06T15:34:00.000-04:002006-05-06T15:54:03.153-04:00Tonight I meet with Anit. Have not seen him in a very long time - pretty much because of his exams and single-minded focus on his music...being a hip hop artist and all.We are off to party for a friend of his - we'll see how this goes. I can't say that I have not thought of what it would be like to be with him. This is just one of those relationships that never will be. We are good friends - Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1146276271247054232006-04-28T21:56:00.000-04:002006-04-28T22:04:31.260-04:00Events or lack thereofSo last was Parking. It was a rather bland time and realizations past catch up in blinding ways. It is difficult though, to realize something, to know the logic and the truth of something but lack the emotional capacity to let it fully manifest.An old friend of mine who worked with me here tried sharing with me the idea of giving up in the search for love - and just letting Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1145722867909442302006-04-22T11:59:00.000-04:002006-04-22T12:21:07.996-04:00Ode to MontrealSuch was the trip to the sweet islands. It was good - longer than I had expected but okay. I did not see as many friends as I would have liked.. :'( Also, there were several calls and replies to emails that did not manifest and as such, several ties are now broken. As simple as that - I probably should have taken AJ's lead a lot earlier and done away with those who would proove to Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1142795735399602142006-03-19T13:52:00.000-05:002006-03-19T14:15:35.480-05:00No sex and the city.So Friday was a wonderful day. I had an interview in the morning, lunch with aunt at noon, met with Z ~die~ at 1 and we shopped together till 8 p.m. Was nice - several moments...like the baby oil incident --So we are in a dollar store getting ice trays (?) and pass by a section where there were bottles of baby oil stacked. He looks at them and grins saying, "My ex girlfriend Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1142192901733549712006-03-12T14:32:00.000-05:002006-03-12T14:48:21.770-05:00A quiet day...Here where it rains for hours at a time - a fine, cool, misty kind of rain with beautiful skies above.Soon the Goddess will wear a crown of green; soon she will come...black earth pregnant with the promise of High Summer, winter ice melting under the sun's kiss.Ribbons and flowers, skirts and sandals, short sleeves and shades...Summer beckons!I go into this summer much more jaded Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1142128691377285462006-03-11T20:52:00.000-05:002006-03-11T20:58:11.390-05:00On brighter notes...Trinidad at month's end - replete with a 3 night yajna, wedding and lots and lots of wearing of summer clothes!Zen is now on my team at work - more officialy working under me - perish the thought :o) Also, another hottie - D - has joined my team, smooth, charming, caribbean boy with long gorgeous drealocks... eye candy for days!Have given tought to writing again - to resurrectChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1142127421542667062006-03-11T20:29:00.000-05:002006-03-11T20:37:01.553-05:00Spring?I had a really good time at Parking a couple days ago - hit my I'm-drunk-enough threshold and stayed there :) Met with Zin - old parking friend from a couple summers back...revelled in the night and the music...am yet one, not two.What compromise does one really have to make to find a relationship - what do we have to settle for - is there ever anyone out there who fulfills the dream?It Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1140047124923623452006-02-15T18:17:00.000-05:002006-02-15T18:45:24.980-05:00Kissing Paperboys...So as the saga of life unfolds, so many experiences, so many hours change perceptions and revive emotions left for dead. Streetcars named desire, bright red and glossy pass by on wet nights.They stop under orange streetlights in the misty rain and you seek their warm comfort. Motels and room and leaky roofs are all there. Cheap perfume and fake leather, paper flowers and Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1138984724847388562006-02-03T11:19:00.000-05:002006-02-03T11:38:44.926-05:00Letting go...Many know the tale of Draupadi from the Mahabharata epic:Prequel - One fine day, the dark and beautiful Krsna's finger was injured in her presence. Without a heartbeat's hesitation she tore her sari and bandaged it. He was pleased with her unflinching selflessness and felt indebted to her...The Tale - Her five husbands tricked into gambling their Kingdom away to thier cousins, stakedChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1138592401135516372006-01-29T22:30:00.000-05:002006-01-29T22:40:01.146-05:00Im yet HumanToday, being the first day of the Chinese new year, I went out to celebrate with two of my chinese friends - J and Z....yes, incredibly hott-to-die-for Z. Of course his girl-friend tagged along - S.*sigh*What an evening! How odd to see them together, how... I mean, I really do know how to choose them! Its sadism at its best really. I walk into these traps almost fully aware that I Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1138513345525280282006-01-29T00:31:00.000-05:002006-01-29T00:42:25.536-05:00So I'm in a much better mood today :o) Lord alone knows why!Went to see CR - an old friend...its only been three years here in Canada, odd that I already have 'old' friends. She is a sweetheart. Now living with her fiance in a very nice apartment. Was a pleasant evening.I meant to blog about Z yesterday, before the whole bad mood thing happened. He and I went to Parking again on Thursday - we Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1138431055411834692006-01-28T01:46:00.000-05:002006-01-28T01:50:55.420-05:00June 1st - will see me graduated.Yet I've never felt as under-accomplished ever. Something happened over the past three years. Suddenly I woke up and found that I was no longer ranked amog the best - that I'm average, if so good.It is a painful painful thing and I pray that none of you ever experience it. Yes this is a rather egotistic post, but you know what...the very idea of a blog is Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1137276649762176942006-01-14T17:01:00.000-05:002006-01-14T17:10:49.773-05:00So I`ve just about realized that I`m one of the very very few who failed to do the whole new year blog thing.So let`s see...Last year was not all that eventful - yes there were the one night flings, the wild dancing, the hot summer nights and sangria out on the terrace, wine and candles, new monthly friends (more like brief acquaintences), there was summer school with Devesh, training new hires Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1135906952588514822005-12-29T20:22:00.000-05:002005-12-29T20:42:32.636-05:00Am discovering that I will be a sucker for all things in the baby-market...tiny clothes from Mexx and GAP - o god so incredibly cute!!Christmas eve was far from uneventful - with uncle splitting open hand and being rushed off to ER with daughter-in-law-to-be and myself at 1 a.m. christmas morning - staying there till 8 a.m. - presents at 3 p.m. - and gargoyles till 9 p.m. - then home at 10ish andChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1135128663169589962005-12-20T20:30:00.000-05:002005-12-20T20:31:03.186-05:00So the exams are over and all's well. I've survived!Dad is visiting for a few weeks - saw my niece again yesterday - is still V tiny...being all of 7 weeks old after all.Christmas shopping a joy - think I'm going to be evil uncle/cousin Chris who buys everyone books for presents - better than coal I say!!Parking was interesting last thursday - met with one clingy guy from work and another 'Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1135043763863455722005-12-19T20:32:00.000-05:002005-12-20T16:18:32.036-05:00So the exams are over and all's well. I've survived!Dad is visiting for a few weeks - saw my niece again yesterday - is still V tiny...being all of 7 weeks old after all.Christmas shopping a joy - think I'm going to be evil uncle/cousin Chris who buys everyone books for presents - better than coal I say!!Parking was interesting last thursday - met with one clingy guy from work and another 'Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1134190597550039392005-12-09T23:44:00.000-05:002005-12-09T23:56:37.560-05:00And it has snowed...in the dense silence that stretches, there echoes...The seed of wisdom. The seed of illusion. The seed of desire untapped.String together with the Queen and make nine.Her face the full moon.Lotus petals for eyes, softly tread Her feet 'pon his chest broad and strong.Fire in this night,Burnt the corpse, charred the bones.Howls the jackal amid the serpents slithering.Red the Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1134173334589198972005-12-09T19:04:00.001-05:002005-12-09T19:08:54.590-05:00Its now and I'm bored out of my mind. Passing the minutes till I will away to my den and whatever dreams await me there.But o, there is the tiny matter of a paper due on Monday with the lovely stats exam on tuesday.... ahh the joy never ends.Am bidding a cafe adieu to a newly made friend tonight - its almost sinful to be going out to a cafe in this season.By the way - it snowed! Like a lot! And Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1134173283615398012005-12-09T19:04:00.000-05:002005-12-09T19:08:03.626-05:00Its now and I'm bored out of my mind. Passing the minutes till I will away to my den and whatever dreams await me there.But o, there is the tiny matter of a paper due on Monday with the lovely stats exam on tuesday.... ahh the joy never ends.Am bidding a cafe adieu to a newly made friend tonight - its almost sinful to be going out to a cafe in this season.By the way - it snowed! Like a lot! And Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1132896955682312202005-11-25T00:32:00.000-05:002005-11-25T00:35:55.683-05:00How sweet the moonlight...that spills over to cover the dreaming world, that creeps into my room on soft footsteps and barefeet.A forest there is, a forest enveloped in the arms of the night.Night blooms sing and sweet fragrances dance,and shining, twinkling and smiling, my firefly teases...Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1132896676785229892005-11-25T00:20:00.000-05:002005-11-25T00:31:16.796-05:00From burning bridges to the silence within...So the past few days have been rather eventful in several senses. The path that my career will take is already being twisted.Dealt with a rather bitchy woman in the faculty of religious studies then - all within the same day - met with all these other women who were magnificent and gracious - without doubt the many faces of the Goddess from Crone to Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1132067875793467592005-11-15T10:06:00.000-05:002005-11-15T10:17:55.840-05:00Much has happend yet nothing at all.It is a random blog I must admit - but the mood wills it. We have flurries today - finally a sense of looming Christmas spirit. Finally that dense silence that comes with winter.Something like two weeks left till finals - I'm not ready, but then I never was - was anyone ever?Anyway - just as a quick things-are-fine blog and that hopefully I would be able to Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1123262272487518142005-08-05T13:07:00.000-04:002005-08-05T13:17:52.496-04:00I live!*smiles*I've been unforgivably silent for far too long - no need for excuses, we'll just accept things as they are for their own sake.Summer actually did not turn out to be as amazing as I had initially expected it to be - but then things seldom ever turn out the way you want them to. Not that summer thus far has been horrid...it has been good.There was much and severe partying...Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1116950195565918722005-05-24T11:51:00.000-04:002005-05-24T11:56:35.566-04:00And Mehndi colours her hands with dense leaves and swirls, sending its fragrance around her with wishes that her life too may bloom with flowers and beauty.He comes decked in royalty, his friends the Shenai and drums escort him to his coy beloved now embowered in the marriage tent, filled with fragrance and dreams... May her mehndi be kissed by him, her sweet, red coloured hands and may those Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1116949455025852282005-05-24T11:39:00.000-04:002005-05-24T11:44:15.030-04:00And back to life in good Old MontrealSo I spent the weekend in Florida - at the wedding of one of my second cousins. I went there with the apprehension that this was going to be one of those family events where all you did was smiled and pretended to care - but I was wonderfully shocked!This part of the family turned out to be super amazing - the bonds that grew among us second cousins over a Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1116296224740155182005-05-16T22:14:00.000-04:002005-05-16T22:17:04.746-04:003+4=7AJ: So yuh know how 3+4=7? Well figure it out...Me: 7?!? hmm not bad.AJ: No no no - you're thinking length aren't you? Well its not that.Me: *totally shocked and amused tone* you mean WIDTH????AJ: SteupsChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1115919970687114412005-05-12T13:37:00.000-04:002005-05-12T13:46:10.693-04:00Magnolias in the sunWith spring come the most beautiful flowers created - when bare, brown wood explodes into pink and white blossoms one marvels at change....at time moving on...and at Spring!Soon there will be long warm days...with sweaty nights and heady floral fragrances. I see already the tanned skins moist and inviting. I see already the balcony on Mariette with friends and wine - friends Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1114454006628088482005-04-25T14:20:00.000-04:002005-04-25T14:33:26.630-04:00I wander through the forests dark and silent. Night swims around me and decorated is the earth with lace patterns of leafy shadows cast by the Moon above. My jeans are frazzled at the ends and the soft earth is moist beneath my bare feet...it rains.I hear the drops on the leaves around me...i feel them cold on my face, through my thin cotton shirt....down my arms sensual.He stands at the end Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1113327698965929562005-04-12T13:33:00.000-04:002005-04-12T13:41:38.966-04:00Spring.It must be sickening to read me just going on and on about the seasons like some naieve FOB but I just can't get over them.Its great to have change, to have somethign different every now and again.And then there is the energy of Spring that one feel latent and bursting. The throbbing, black earth, the tiny promises of green...the grey skies and light rains.And Short Hair - by the way :) Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1112120428965498142005-03-29T13:07:00.000-05:002005-03-29T13:24:52.020-05:00There is this play - A Streetcar Named Desire.It's a wonder to walk through my days an actor on a stage. It's not that I put on a show anymore as much as it seems like there is some pre-ordained script that we follow. And as the hours while away, mine turns more and more into Streetcar.I actually have a train that run by my building...its a small train but when it passes, I can't help but sense Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1111166111402828912005-03-18T11:57:00.000-05:002005-03-18T12:15:11.403-05:00Snow and the CityAs winter gracefully melts into a Spring of promises I walk the streets of Montreal eyes to the skies. It snows randomly. Delicate, crisp, white flakes of ice float around and about me. They cling to my eyelashed like dewdrops on lotus tips, like dreams that melt away when the sun of reality shines forth...To carry on down grey streets for an eternity. To swim evermore in the Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1110913636169615042005-03-15T13:41:00.000-05:002005-03-15T14:07:16.170-05:00Tense.Amazing that amid so much love I can be tense. Work is amazing - am insanely occupied there and everyday comes as a day to dress up and play the part of the nice QA dude who goes around working with the agents...making the office a funner place as best as he is able to...keeping upper managment happy...flirting mercilessly with all.It is school that worries me - gone is the thrill of Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1109875741712434422005-03-03T13:15:00.000-05:002005-03-03T13:49:01.713-05:00Listen o listen my beauty....listenToday the silence calls your name. Listen as over the winds floats the silence that calls you to me.The moments burn by, helpless are my hours for the hope that I seek lies only in your eyes. The dream whispered only in your breath...the balm of all pain, the touch of your lips.Shall I be consumed ever in the ocean of alone? Or will you hear in the silence, my Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1108573665158740712005-02-16T12:01:00.000-05:002005-02-16T12:07:45.160-05:00Congratulations!Just a quick and happy blog for a dear friend - Justin - who just had a baby and on my birthday toooo...Its going to be fun getting to know this little one!Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1108573066058619152005-02-16T11:52:00.000-05:002005-02-16T11:57:46.060-05:00Welcome to My Mind...The night reigned. In even the depth of winter there was rain...cool, pure drops falling falling...And I outside, running with arms outstretched.The lights of the night, lights of Montreal, City lights...red, yellow, white...pink blue - flashing flashing everywhere energy everywhere life...light winds wet hair long over my face shake shake dance danceCold water showers rain Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1106587365709899662005-01-24T13:06:00.000-05:002005-01-24T12:22:45.710-05:00Quote of my past few months:
"Why does the firefly get burnt so willingly?
One has to get burnt himself to fin out..."
Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1105380225395555292005-01-10T13:46:00.000-05:002005-01-10T13:03:45.396-05:00So my fellow superiors of the world,
I trust that while I was merrily vacationing in random cities accross North America you all were maintaining Universal Chaos :)
With winter moving along nicely, Summer doesnt seem to be too much of a myth. The wretched intellctual brain ashing has begun - though my tantra seminar this semester should prove to be rather interesting.
So ive been freqenting a Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1104609767613742822005-01-01T15:01:00.000-05:002005-01-01T15:02:47.613-05:00To my fellow superiors of the world: Happy New Year.
I've much to blog about - little time for the now - but I do promise to have all the details up soon!
Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1101831223764570362004-11-30T10:40:00.000-05:002004-11-30T11:13:43.770-05:00O capture my mind Dark hued one!
Enchant me O evening hued one!
Dusky eyes beckon,
Cloudy hair frames.
Crimson lips curl,
as blue darkens the coy sky.
Wings carry me to that place in the distance; where saffron coloured clouds lie 'neath my feet like silken dreams. Jasmine and cinnamon scents embrace me. There is a golden light to the west...in this flood's midst is a silhouette.
Trees grow Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1101829238403432692004-11-30T10:38:00.000-05:002004-11-30T10:40:38.403-05:00At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless.
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is.
But neither arrest nor movement.
And do not call it fixity,Where past and future are gathered.
Neither movementfrom nor towards,Neither ascent nor decline.
Except for the point, the still point,There would be no dance,
and there is only the dance.
I can Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1101403453801730972004-11-25T11:55:00.000-05:002004-11-25T12:24:13.803-05:00November Rain
So I've been delinquent in the blog world - my apologies ;)
The past few days have found Montreal veiled in mists and light drizzles. The autumn chills swim in the atmosphere as the rains bring their undeniable charm to the city. I walk down streets lined with bare trees and building taking on such coy shades of grey...I walk beneath a sky so energetic, so full of character and Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1098294870732446072004-10-20T13:27:00.000-04:002004-10-20T13:54:30.733-04:00Autumn is here!
Joy! Just that im unusually cold. :( Normally im all ecstatic at this time because its all cool and nice but im oddly cold. O well...will hopefully adapt at some point.
New job is all fun - mildly stressful but fun. Have not completely power tripped - yet :)
Hott guys at work are now technically out of reach since management is not really supposed to date the agents :( but Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1096559920339187742004-09-30T11:37:00.000-04:002004-09-30T11:58:40.340-04:00Its been some time...
Since my last blog - yes... mindterm season is here and i just got a new position at work so am treading the near invisible line between work /training/school/exams - gaah of gahness
O well...
In better news - a cute, well....id say hott guy was hired at work and given that im now his Quality Assurance Rep, i may just have to be coaching him a bit - one on one never hurt Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1095955773885204782004-09-23T11:57:00.000-04:002004-09-23T12:09:33.886-04:00Corn Tea.
After a rather interesting visit to an unsual tea house during the summer, ive become sworn to corn tea...was it the atmosphere? the fact that we were trying to set up two of my friends? or that i reminded me of boiled corn....i really can't say.
But it was remarkable - the visit at least. When we walked into the tea house all looked rather typical. Pastel colours, comfy sofas, Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1095351038678548272004-09-16T13:00:00.000-04:002004-09-16T12:10:38.676-04:00*yawn*
Sleep O sleep whiter have you dissappeared? *melodramatically throws hands open and sob*
Yes so im horridly sleep deprived - summer spoilt me - must work back into mindless routines and godot-ian futility...
Unless of course I find that perfect bottle of fruity white wine and that green hill with the ancient oak to my back and the stretching glades to the front - the expanse of a Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1095268273794107152004-09-15T13:03:00.000-04:002004-09-15T13:11:13.793-04:00So Autumn is travelly delicately in the air as the equinox approaches and out comes the totally groovy light coat! :)
yay! I love wearing coats - they just seem to perfectly compliment my outfits and of course lend some illusion to my otherwise skinny arms... lol
Not much has been happening lately - save from a new list of customers at work which means that it is insanely busy there and someChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1094573532579347342004-09-07T11:57:00.000-04:002004-09-07T12:12:12.580-04:00Skies Travelled
The weekend turned out to be quite interesting after all. We left the older crowd of aunts and uncles to themselves and sped of to another house where we broke open a bottle of 'cyclone'
Now this delicate concoction consits of tequila and rum resulting in a sweetish after taste ideal for shots. ;) Of course we finished the bottle with roughly 6 shots each while intermittently Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1094405303571692962004-09-05T13:20:00.000-04:002004-09-05T13:28:23.570-04:00Labour day weekend!!
So am familying for the most of it as my aunt from Toronto is visiting...thoug today still has the potential to turn into a 'fear and loathing' kinda day.
See, Mistress Barbara, this super koool house/trance dj, is spinning at picnic electronic today so am conspiring to escape family clutches long enough to go inhale some trance beats as the sun sets over Montreal's skylineChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1094138584242220312004-09-02T11:06:00.000-04:002004-09-02T11:25:54.060-04:00And it Begins
So boxers off to another term! Zip-a-dee-doo-daa-dey!
The battering of my tender grasp of sanity begins yet again...though i must thank God for stand-up comedians for profs and gorgeous fellow university dudes for entertainment. Will try to keep some sembalence of focus - must repair damage done to good ole GPA..... *yay*
I'll be indulging in some anthropology of Religion...some Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1090517241195213832004-07-22T13:12:00.000-04:002004-07-22T13:27:21.196-04:00Life has taken a wonderful hold of me and carries me forth. I plunge into the scenes, into the lights, into the sounds of this amazinf city as I indulge sweet hedonism.
There was Techno in the rain...house and trance music in a park overlooking the St Lawerence river and the skyline of Montreal...the western sun lighting up our frenzied dancing pulling scenes out of a dream.
There was fireworksChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1087760586906853742004-06-20T15:33:00.000-04:002004-06-20T15:43:06.906-04:00So as life hums in Montreal's Summer my own life seems almost on pause...waiting, waiting for the day i set foot in my apartment...
A friend from work has grown wonderfully into my routines..J..we've been spending much time together taking pictures - inhaling the Old Port, Montreal of the olden days - beer in hand, wind in hair...conversations interesting..truly a good friend...nothing more Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1085160985021228902004-05-21T13:29:00.000-04:002004-05-21T13:36:25.023-04:00So High Summer is all but officially here!
Lush reds, translucent greens, breathing yellows and the dark, throbbing earth surround. I'm feverishly preparing for my move - shopping, packing etc etc.
Crushes seem to be furthest from mind even as scantly clothed eye candy now strut about. Spent some time in Mont Tremblant and Mont Royal - pics will be uploaded as soon as time allows
Am currentlyChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1082428882982577682004-04-19T22:41:00.000-04:002004-04-19T22:44:19.373-04:00Pics!
Pics have been added - just click 'frozen hour' at the bottom of this page. ;) and brace yourselves...Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1082319082619645402004-04-18T16:11:00.000-04:002004-04-18T16:14:18.013-04:00Hello hello,
I've been somewhat web-dormant lately which would explain though not excuse lack of blogging and emailing ;) will make it up!
For the now, am reveling in the beauty of spring as it is finally beginning to feel like spring and all the hidden eye candies come running about...
Went to a gay bar with a friend from work -S- it was a 'leather bar' though thank heavens it was nothing Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1080752215278691942004-03-31T11:56:00.000-05:002004-03-31T11:59:31.763-05:00Spring Rains
It is finally here. Though the days following the crisp equinox carried still the wintry chill, the hours of the present are cloaked in the warmth of Spring. The Lady of Spring wears her twisted wreath above her brightening curls. Her blue mantle hangs over us spotted delicately with clouds and her lilting laugh rings through the still bare trees as the birds begin their song.
And Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1080058329904629252004-03-23T11:12:00.000-05:002004-03-23T11:14:39.000-05:00So I watched this indian movie and quite literally felt my IQ level fall - was such utter nonsense! Had to resort to the likes of Oscar Wilde to regain some composure. ;)
Am nearly Frozen - but the hope of spring lingers....
the equinox greeted me with a pleasant veil of snow and the joys of an independent summer await....Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1079452882069952722004-03-16T11:01:00.000-05:002004-03-16T11:03:44.326-05:00Randomly random
Life is for the moment uneventful - can now tie a pony tail *grin* - work is fun, school is stress - the usual nah.
And through clouds of heady incense comes the image of the Divine pair locked in a fragrant embrace on the banks of the still river. The moon is reflected in her closed eyes and on his sublime face, bent low to catch the jasmine's scent from her hair.
What love Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1078944956555111602004-03-10T13:55:00.000-05:002004-03-10T13:58:12.996-05:00Sky-Diving
So my crush wants to go sky diving in the summer - yup sky diving! Thing is, I'd love to go sky diving myself - there could be something of the adventure seeker in me to would go to the limits of skydiving but not as far as bungee jumping kinda thing...
here's the funny part - apparently one gets a group dicount at the place he's going and well the smallest group is a group of two..Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1078848022328329332004-03-09T11:00:00.000-05:002004-03-09T11:02:37.610-05:00Blanche-ian Moment.
So I'm on my way through the metro station last night and my attention is suddenly snatched by this woman who begins singing ever so loudly...her voice carries through the tunnels and soon everyone is turning randomly to catch a glimpse of this odd woman who, without warning, breaks into shrilly, hysterical laughter...
I step onto the escalator and as chance willed it, she Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1078414368075459672004-03-04T10:32:00.000-05:002004-03-04T10:36:26.873-05:00A Snowy Morning.
Out of the dark nights lit only by shaded lamps and lusty candles I come into the whiteness that this day has brought. Where bodies once writhed in the luscious pain of the rhythms ;) and beads of sweat cooled the heat of passion, there is now a vision of utter calm.
The morning has brought a gentle veil of snow and a silence almost palpable hangs delicately poised on every Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1078332971638096422004-03-03T11:56:00.000-05:002004-03-04T10:00:45.500-05:00Quote-ables...
Jaisi hava mein urjaate yeh panchi,
O mere humnasheen,
Urjaaye hum kanhin!
"Like the birds flying in the wind,
O my beloved,
Let us fly off somewhere!"Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1078331318689586482004-03-03T11:28:00.000-05:002004-03-03T11:58:31.293-05:00Tool Guy part 2 ;)
RE : this blog
So yes im sure we all remember the drop dead gorgeous and tremendously shy Tool Guy...well i most certainly do. I ran into him recently - well at least I tried very hard to run into him, but I guess saying 'hi' was enough for the moment. He happened by, holding two cans of paint in his hands and I made it an almost exaggerated point to reach over and say 'hi' Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1077823249628807652004-02-26T14:20:00.000-05:002004-02-26T14:22:52.843-05:00It must really be a pain to read me going on and on and on about this idiot whose love i know i'll never have and from whom all the logic in the world says to run far far away, but its seldom that feelings as intense as these surge within me.
Half of me is beggin to move ahead but i must admit that the other half is quite afraid of the chance of 'unfeeling.' Its almost as though i somehow need Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1077731463114313352004-02-25T12:51:00.000-05:002004-02-25T12:56:01.000-05:00*ACHOO*
im all sick-ified...warm bowl of soup, celtic music and a big window to look outside as the snow falls ever so gently - this is needed.
Or strong arms to lounge in, bright love to bask in...large eyes filled with comfort and coffee in a cup. :)
I dont know why, but lately whenever i think of him its within the context of his wedding - im there on the fringes looking on and someone isChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1077497277157043182004-02-22T19:47:00.000-05:002004-02-22T19:49:56.153-05:00And today I welcome to my little world a dear dear friend ... mr. Y ;)
this is my real world....in these words lucid and shaded you will see mirrored my life as only those truly close to me will see.
Thank you for existing!Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1077217418062865062004-02-19T14:03:00.000-05:002004-02-19T14:08:04.390-05:00It is me again!
So I've not blogged in what feels like ages. Spring break is here - though I affectionately refer to it as 'winter break' simply because it is still god-damned winter out there....and I have the potential to be quite occupied.
The latest scar on my sappy little heart is still trying to mingle with the rest and at the very least form a decent pattern so I intend to spend time Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1076895953612332412004-02-15T20:45:00.000-05:002004-02-15T20:47:45.686-05:00So im old!
all of 20 years and yet untouched - hmmm this needs to be fixed......ok so all you incredibly hott ones dont rush at once! *grin*Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1076546408435741912004-02-11T19:40:00.000-05:002004-02-11T19:41:56.483-05:00I sway...the serpent writhes at my skill!
I float on the rythmns ...
As with a glance I ignite hearts!
fire is my body
the spark is my form
look from a distance you fool,
for with a glance I ignite hearts.
I strike like lightning wild,
I leave you burnt in confusion
As with a glance, I ignite hearts.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1076428405968369442004-02-10T10:53:00.000-05:002004-02-10T10:55:13.233-05:00THE HANGED MAN.
And then I saw a man in terrible suffering, hung by one leg, head downward, to a high tree. And I heard the voice:--
"Look! This is a man who saw Truth. Suffering awaits the man on earth, who finds the way to eternity and to the understanding of the Endless.
"He is still a man, but he already knows much of what is inaccessible even to Gods. And the incommensurableness of the Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1076088278334238442004-02-06T12:24:00.000-05:002004-02-06T12:26:21.233-05:00To just damn well move on!
To be as fucking jaded as the rest of this bloody world!Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1076088221289177132004-02-06T12:23:00.000-05:002004-02-06T12:25:24.200-05:00Why is feeling never accompanied by logic???Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1076088177620403152004-02-06T12:22:00.000-05:002004-02-06T12:24:40.546-05:00I stand in a flood of light. In every direction there shines only the whitest light that warms eternally.
There is mist. Billowing waves of mist with silver linings...in this fragrant fog I stand enveloped. Where is the Dawn that brings the fullfilment of the night's shaded dreams? Where is the Day that opens the eyes of all to the reality of one's deepest feelings?
Forever will I stand in Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1076008738992709232004-02-05T14:18:00.000-05:002004-02-05T14:20:41.106-05:00The events that surround me :
So a friend of a friend who, just by the way, owns a porn shop has to have surgery performed on one of his 'family jewels'. Now as to the reason for medical treatment on one of his poor, possibly overworked nuts - well i've no clue - but the misfortuned wretch will not be allowed to have sex or any form of self pleasure for six weeks (!) - indeed, the fellow is not Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1075822720851027352004-02-03T10:38:00.000-05:002004-02-03T10:40:20.483-05:00Fortune Cookie :
"Accept the next proposition you hear"
Ears open....and listening....Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1075486601436363402004-01-30T13:16:00.000-05:002004-01-30T13:18:18.420-05:00The Tragic Courtesan.
She sits in the midst of men. Their eyes devour her body silently. They lay back on lavish cushions and command that there be music and dance. It is their word...here in the world of courtesans it is the order.
The drums begin, slowly, sensuously...the strings join embracing the rythmns. She remains motionless; a sculpted beauty un blinking...her eyes ever fixed 'pon the Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1075390353246443462004-01-29T10:32:00.000-05:002004-01-29T10:34:07.966-05:00The days move with the force of inevitability. The hours dissappear and I'm left with naught to show for it.
I just feel so completely swamped with work and school - Moments in a dimly lit cafe listening to smooth jazz or hot latin - matching my heart's beat to the beat of the city - aimless wanderings along white sidewalks, 'neath bare trees leaving transient footprints in the snow - It all Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1075219831088039292004-01-27T11:10:00.000-05:002004-01-27T11:13:55.420-05:00Tool Guy
*grinning like an idiot already*
So I got to work earlier that usual yesterday - decided to sit in the staff cafe till my shift bagan. And there, diligently working away was your typical hunk of a tool guy replete with overalls and boots...not to mention the tool belt...oooo
lol
I mean, you read all these slashy tales and think 'dear God that could never happen' or 'yea yea where Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1074883770377374852004-01-23T13:49:00.000-05:002004-01-23T13:50:59.013-05:00Aingeal speaks.
"Look into the mirror of time with me. Come back to the moments when I too was mortal; when I too was judged the mortal way...come to the land as it was then! Two mighty kingdoms stood side by side, the limpid stream ever betwix them. They were in thier very essences the north and the south. Numerous tribes of rapacious men scoured around the borders to the dark forests, and moreChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1074784984575407642004-01-22T10:23:00.000-05:002004-01-22T10:24:32.436-05:00Ghost or spirit: You are a lost soul. Very calm andsweet, you are often the one who asks: What if?With a clever mind, you want to explore theworld on a different level. Without theanswers, you aren't ready to move on. You aremost likely very creative and find yourselfthinking things through on a different level.
**Where will you go when you die?**(now with pics) brought to you by Quizilla
Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1074710194433743492004-01-21T13:36:00.000-05:002004-01-21T13:38:01.250-05:00The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals and three hundred sixty two admonishments to heterosexuals. That doesn't mean that God doesn't love heterosexuals. It's just that they need more supervision.
~ Lynne Lavner Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1074623340666891142004-01-20T13:29:00.000-05:002004-01-20T13:30:26.593-05:00Econ Prof with supre brit accent says drily:
"The best thing you can do with your BA once you graduate is photocopy it and put the original in a safetey deposit box."
And this comes just after a merry little freshy froshy girl announces a workshop that could show us opportunities and things that we could do with our BA....poor girl! lolChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1074278318346226962004-01-16T13:38:00.000-05:002004-01-16T13:40:00.200-05:00The conversations we have - i swear!
A says: so to tell you the dichotomy that exists between my roommate and myself
C says: mmm.
A says: the wall over my desk is filled with all sorts of things like my academic schedule and class schedule...work related stuff and all that...post its with reminders
A says: his is with his fratmates' phone numbers, invites and his pledge card
A says:Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1074274443058028662004-01-16T12:34:00.000-05:002004-01-16T12:40:12.513-05:00Professors all in a Row.
So this semester is either going to be extremely entertaining - or nerve wrenching...its all in the hands of my so very capable profs :
So for Economics we have an ex-government worker/reasearched/experimenter type guy with a brittish-scottish accent who has an icredible rapport with the upper echelons of the intelligent in terms of humour - just that catching the jokesChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1074183071800632102004-01-15T11:11:00.000-05:002004-01-15T11:12:32.996-05:00Bonjour everyone!
So im freezing again - but that's not new - its the harshest of winter damnit!
Picture link has been moved to the foot of the page "Frozen Hour".
My prof who was apparently still in Paris last week did eventually show up and while he is a very nice and controversial teacher *my favourite kinds* i cant help but note his fearful resemblence to Smithers - with a French accentChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1074101924626585482004-01-14T12:38:00.000-05:002004-01-14T12:40:23.186-05:00Reflections
There is this Cathedral that's on my way to the metro station. It's snug in the heart of the glassy city but stands in regal ostentatious proportions and hints naught of decadence.
Just yesterday - I decided to visit it and relish the sweet silence that it holds, treasured within its stone walls. The huge black doors stood overwhlemingly before me and before I even reached out to Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1074008720408854892004-01-13T10:45:00.000-05:002004-01-13T10:48:42.903-05:00Pics!!
Yes I am now viewable at the link to your right "frozen hours" or here
View at own risk ;)
And have a fun day guys!Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1073762616000158212004-01-10T14:23:00.000-05:002004-01-10T14:24:52.186-05:00I just love the idea - and may find myself latching on to it - that "where the heart is, lovers are not scarce!"Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1073761899049766642004-01-10T14:11:00.000-05:002004-01-10T14:12:55.390-05:00In the courtyard meet me,
With an open heart and warm hands meet me.
Empty, O empty and wailing is my threshold,
Come to me...
arrived is the moon,
stars too light the sky...
Not here is he who's to come.
To my eyes comes no sleep.
Come then, as sleep to my tired eyes.
as colour to my dreams
as meaning to my words,
as sound to my voice.....Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1073761201976814112004-01-10T14:00:00.000-05:002004-01-10T14:01:18.466-05:00So I'm sitting at my window to the world listening to the sounds of "Devdas" and find myself further lost in the dreams that swim lazily in my eyes.
"The jasmie adorns her hair lending fragrance to sweet fragrance....her face strikes his heart as lightning strikes the silent earth...her gait enchanting....Why do you tease me, O dark hued one, why do you tease me?
Let free my wrists, O let them Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692786.post-1073575689608621542004-01-08T10:28:00.000-05:002004-01-08T10:29:23.576-05:00So the narritive continues - I do apologise for the break and any ensuing confusion that may arise ;)
It was as if the world had gone comlpetely silent as the weight of Myrna's words fell sightlessly upon the shoulders of Aideen. Though it would seem that all that was required of her was the propitiation of an immortal for the gift of his seed in her womb to continue and revive the strength of Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07198618896691060968noreply@blogger.com0