My name is Pleaser. That's PLEASE, SIR to you.

Just when I decided to sink into the comfort of my moronic-skin, I am mocked. I've heard of "monkey see, monkey do" but never heard of "human see, human do" before.

I feel honored.

After all, mockery is the highest form of flattery. Or so, I've been told.

Come mock me in the bedroom, I dare you. *That* will surely give you a vocal workout, if nothing else. O.o

ETA: You know? I've come to realize that the silence and I should not occupy the same space and time. Believe you me, I tried it last weekend. Now, they call me, Silence but Deadly. Meh. Forget about it. I'm going back to being Miss Loudmouth. Geezz!

Frustration of a Rune Soldier.

I am having so much problem with Stave #2.


Right, now, here is what is said about this particular rune. Two translation of the Norwegian Runic Poem of the same verse.

From here:

Dross comes from bad iron;
the reindeer often races over the frozen snow.

And from here

Slag is from bad iron;
the reindeer often runs over frozen snow.

Okay, now, grown up in the sunny land of So.Cal., I have no reality on "frozen snow". What in the seven seas are "frozen snow"? Isn't snow always a frozen entity? And why are the reindeer going over the, said, "frozen snow"?

Now, did the reindeer run or race? Well, both means fast pace motion. But WHY did the reindeer go over the snow? Is he playing? Taking a leisure run? Or is someone chasing it? Is it because the reindeer was stupid and trying to break its own leg? Or it simply just wanted to get across to the other side? Why? WHY?

Now, I don't know much about metal melting procedures either. So the concept of Dross or Slag is difficult to grasp. Yes, yes, it's waste material. It's in the dictionary. I can read, too. You know? I thought Slag was just waste material from any ore, not just iron, and especially, not just bad iron. Is that means úr, the 2nd stave, only means the Slag from just bad iron?

If someone who has more familiarity with Northern Folk's cultures and perception want to explain to me what the hell úr was supposed to mean, I will gladly pay for the knowledge.

I really need to crack the riddle of úr.

E-mail me and we can talk about the 1st stave. Yes, I am checking your understanding of fé.

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ETA: A friend just point out that my masochistic brain must have had the need to torment my braincells to pulps. The reindeer runs/races/prances about the frozen snow because that is just what reindeer does in the wilderness.

You know what? I agree. Still, what does that got anything to do with Slag? Gagh! The puzzle just doesn't fit.


ETA #2: I had been asking the wrong question. The answer lies not to the why - the reindeer runs or races over the frozen snow - but, to HOW the reindeer runs or race over the frozen snow.

Watched animal planet and saw reindeers in the snow, the answer was right there.

It all comes together. The reindeer, the frozen snow, the slag. Ur is beatiful. No, it does not mean beautiful. It *is* a beautiful stave.

I can't believe the shining moment, was brought to me by...erm...a reindeer arse prancing about in the snow.

Has my village call for their missing idiot, yet?

I am a Warrior's Daughter. I am the River's Child.

It appears that Father is back on the Horizon, I am regaining my strength and no longer a weeping emo bundle of poo. Let us wear crimson daggers and clicketh our heels together.

Mother cradled me with her soothing whisper of gentle raindrops last night. Legends had it that when she cries, our wishes are granted.

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You know? I just realized this today.

They said communication is the universal problem-solvent.

True as that maybe. No one said anything about the Communication having to be Verbal.

Duh!

You had a bad day. You're taking one down.

You sing a sad song just to turn it around.

Some days, I feel like a misunderstood child.

Today is one of those days.

Has the world gone crazy without me or am I in the twilight zone?

There's no such thing as open-minded people.

I've said this once, and I will say it again. You are free to do whatever you want, but your rights to extend your arms end where your neighbor's nose begin.

Someone I looked up to, once, told me that there are people who have not made up their minds and there are people who do not care either way. But there are no such thing as open-minded people.

Each on of us has our reasons, our causes. Each one of us has our own story. Each one of us has our own point of views. Yours may not be the same as mine. Doesn't mean that I'm right. Doesn't mean that you're right. It just...different.

I believe that a person is good by nature. We all want to do right. We all want to be good. Of course, there are circumstances and other elements that bring about the necessary evil. But, if it was up to just an individual, I don't think anyone want to be the 'bad guy'. People, as a group though, is a different story. As soon as we find someone to support our idea, our dick grew exponentially in an instance. And it is now, US against THEM.

Sometimes, I wished the world would just shut up.

I am a very opinionated person. I have something to say about everything if you care to listen, and if I'm in the mood to explain why I believe in something the way that I do. With that in mind, I also try to grant everyone to be and to believe in whatever they want. So, yes, there are a lot of gives and takes.

I believe in expressing one's opinion(s). What I don't believe in, is the persistence that one has to be right.

Hypocrite as this maybe, I cannot stand it when someone insisted that their viewpoint is the ultimate true. And I generally would step in and say, "hey, cock your head to the left and squint your eyes. There's a different perspective." But that would be like I, too, am insisting that I am right and there's another point of view.

Sometimes, I wished I would just shut up.

Yes. Yes. Still obsessed over Ryan's hair.

The honorable shipmates are looking at me with heavy sighs and questive eyes. How long will my fascination with Ryan's hair last? Will I still go gah-gah if Ryan cut his hair or will Ryan loses his golden charm?

No worries, me hearties. I'd give it a week. Okay, maybe 2. His nose is growing on me. So is the scar over the hipbone.

*****

My bottle of rum kept running away. Com'ere rum! I love you!!

Oh how I love your blond, blond hair.

A client just got off the phone saying, "Thank you very much. You're so kind." This is, like, the second comment of the sort I got today. I am very happy and perplexed at the same time because, in my head, I'm the Raging Bitch Queen who is far worst than the Wicked Witch of the West.

Of course, sometimes, when I feel nice, I am nice to the clients. But that is I *am* being nice to the clients. This, however, is me being *me* and you know what? They like *me*. Not the be-nice-to-your-customer-*me*. Not the kiss-arse-*me*. But just-*me*

I guess I'm not as bad as the 'me' I see in my head. There still is light up ahead.

Estel na tol. Anybody still speak elvish these days?

*****

There's something about Ryan.

Ryan has been in the "circle" for about 3 years now. Nice kid. Not my type. Too Abercrombie & Fitch for my taste. He was one of those cute kids. You know? The cute kids. A bunch of them together, they are quite adorable, like a soccer team. But if you see any of them individually, you'll be thinking, yeah, kind of Abercrombie-boy-next-door cute. Nothing Special.

This year, Ryan returned to the "circle" with wavy just-above-the-shoulder golden hair. And Ryan is no longer the lanky college soccer boy. Ryan has turned into a pure 100 percent grade-A red-blooded American high profile hotcake. Goodbye Abercrombie. Hello, Gucci.

Ryan has returned with a BANG! It's amazing what wavy just-above-the-shoulder golden hair can do to a man.

*****
How do you get from being a loud-mouth to a discreet? Sometimes, I feel that I'm all emotions and expressions. I need to add a cap on it. Edit and refine, sort of speak.

People are starting to look at me funny, you know?

There really is a giant rabbit in my tophat!

Movies

First, The Goblet of Fire.

No bonus materials. No theatrical trailer. Nothing. What is up with that? Now, I know you have cast interview because I did saw a special with Voldie and the masking process, so I *know* you got some special stuff up your sleeves. Why are they not on the DVD? Why??

Second, speaking of Harry Potter, are they doing the 5th movie? Any news? Have we all given up on the boy who will eventually die? Do we even care anymore?

Third, Harry the Seventh. When is this apocalypse of Harry Potter going to come out?

Forth, saw Libertine. Call me stupid and shag me sideway but I didn't get it. I was gearing up to hate an arrogant bastard, I ended up hating the guy but not for his overconfidence but man, what a looser! Though, I guess that may be the point of the movie, in which I completely missed.

It is nice to see Jack Davenport with Johnny Depp outside of PotC. And the kid who plays Billy Downs, Rupert Friend reminded me so much of Orlando Bloom. Can't wait till PotC comes out. [/distracted]

Fifth, there is a fifth and such but I'm so distracted right now. My brain just split into 6 directions. Must.Go.Find.And.Put.Back.Together.

Being alive, it's the new Black.

Alright, no more playing dead. Playing dead made my bum goes numb. Hey, I've heard this rap before.

My bum is going numb.
My bum is going numb.
When ever I rolled over
And lay dead still
My fingers get itchy
And my bum goes numb.

Yes, heard this song before. Don't remember when, tho. =/

Okay, so, lively now. No longer dead. Nay. Not. Never. No more. It's Friday. And it's after five. No one in the right mind would be playing dead at this hour. Dead is out. Mutants and freaks are in.

At the office, I told my two kids, I hate throwing fits. It's so tiring.
Together they said, "No you don't. Hissy fit is your favorite thing."
"Well, alright. But it's still tiring."

My boss said I'm such a drama queen. I told her I merely just trying to live up to my reputations.



So, "they" said it was supposed to rain today. No rain. Why? WHY??

Mother, won't you cry for me?

Last I heard, it's going to snow at 500 feet elevation. Hello?? This is California! You know, land of sunshine and all that?

Saying 'it's going to snow' in LA is like saying 'it's freezing in hell.'
No.
Seriously.

So the rain and hail and – god forbid – snow will be here tomorrow. Should I find the most crappy-arse shirt with crappy-arse pants and go play in the slush and rain OR should I exercise my creative hands and cut up some trash bags and turn them into project runway?

Playing Dead

Look! See? I'm not moving. I'm on the floor. See?

Dead as a doornail. Whatever that means.

So, you just be on your way. Pay no mind here. Just a corpse. See? Not moving.

I'm very good.

Just carry on. Don't stop. Don't come any closer.

BECAUSE I SWEAR IF I HAVE TO GET OFF MY LAZY ASS AND DEFEND MYSELF, I WILL SHOW YOU THERE ARE THINGS WORST THAN DEATH.

After all, death is just another door to another place.

emo: Gorram, I am tired.

Don't be silly. Everybody knows, a whitney is part imp, part troll.

And the North Wind says, 'my child, what are you up to?'

So, let's see. What am I up to lately?

Last week, I joined the Pirate Boot-camp and I realized that for the theatrical side of it, it may be romantic in all its glory but, the historical side of it is mostly blood, sweat, and tear. And I'm thinking that pirates are not sexy at all.

I am waiting for Mister William Turner and Captain Jack Sparrow to convince me otherwise comes this July.

(If Captain Jacque would like to bring out Tamson and his shiny boots to convince me, this would be the perfect opportunity for I do miss the silly fool.)

Last Tuesday, I started my Rune Magic class. Lovely. And interesting. Sort of a mixture between symbolic and secret codes. I was preparing for a new language, yes, but in no way was I prepared for the enormity of its complexity. If you think Shakespeare is difficult to decipher, shish, you don't want to be in the vicinity of Rune. There has not been a language that I learned that contains more double meaning, triple meaning, hidden meaning and, the worst of all, same word with contradicting meanings. Rune, itself, means 'to roar' or 'to whisper'. Well, on my spectrum of decibel, that is two opposite ends.

Rune. Complex. But, oh so sexy.

Unfortunately, Gaelic will have to be put on hold. With Rune, I have to study Germanic and it's difficult to take on 3 language studies at the same time. That will surely push me over that little 'thin fine line' into the insanity zone without a doubt.

Let's see what else? I'm also gearing up for the Renaissance Faire. I am so looking forward to that "Out of Bodice Experience" at the end of faire day. But first, classes, classes and classes. Lots of history And customary AND vocabulary to be put in my pocket before they let us roam free, rowdy and raunchy. Learn the rules before – properly – break them sort of speak.

I am thinking of joining The Puritans, which would be a major cross-over, since, right now, I am the wench who throws pie in their faces. Me and my character should really sit down and discuss this, in details. Mayhaps, I can bend the plot where the wench sees the light and join the army of The Holy Lord. Then again, I do like my grass-stained tatty greensleeve chemise and wearing black in such California Weather will bring me much misery, not to mention the likelihood of getting a heat-stroke or two. (Heat. Strokes. >_> Haha!! I amused myself most times. Cover your eyes, kids. See no evil or you shall find a one way ticket to hell, where it is warm and cozy and there will be lots of orgy. Are you covering your eyes?)

Dag Nibbit! I have got to get my brain out of the gutter. Commodore Osborne, when will you be traveling back? I hope Paris is extremely cold and lonely without me. I can, too, play well the role of a french h0r, you know?


Well, that is what I am up to, Mother North Wind. Carry my love, wherever you go. Adieu. I shall see you again soon.

I am the babbling brook, the roaring river, and the furious sea.

Hello World, it's been a while.

Yes, it has been a while. I blamed it on stupid little things like Life, Priorities and Time Management. Bad Decisions, too, may have something to do with the kafuffles as a whole.

But I cannot deny myself of the little pleasure that is The Internet any longer. I miss my friendlist, which has shrunk incredibly over time. I miss interesting communities. I miss our silly discussions on the possibility of meeting Viggo one day and ride of into the sunset on that Hidalgo Horse of his. It would never happen, we know. Yet, it was pretty to think so.

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I started to read again. Hear that, people? I CAN READ, AGAIN!

In the pass many months (maybe a year?), I couldn't read. I saw words, but they refused to come together to express an idea. They were meaningless. They were just. Words.


I don't know if it is because I am multi-lingual (and sucks at all of them) or if I am just one of those 'stupid' people. I find that it is difficult to communicate what is in my head using a verbal form of communication. I cannot line up my thought process and construct an argument and intelligently convey them out with just words.

I think, therefore, I say.

It's random. There's no editing. If you care to listen, I will say what is in my head at the time. It can be extremely non sequitur and has nothing to do with anything at the time. It may mean something 5 years from now, or it may not. It might mean something 3 years ago, but you had to be there.

Sometimes, my verbal reasoning circled around the universe – twice – before it comes close to anything that resembles The Point. It made perfect sense in my head. Clear from A to B. But, there are so much in between that I cannot explain – in short – how I get from one place to the other.

Sometimes, I think my brain processes thing too fast. There may be bigger things hiding inside the bigger picture, but it's too grand for people to understand. Too grand for *me* to articulate. So, I opt to explain the little things, small things. Insignificant things. Maybe even *I* lost my point. I have the question. And I have the answer. But I, myself, don't even know how I get there. How am I going to explain how I got there if I don't know how I got there?

Sometimes, there are variables in-between point A and point B. Some of this variables are so minor and, to many others, irrelevant. Though, they are significant to me and they play a great role in my thought process. However, when I tried to explain how I get from point A to point B, these minor points would pour out of my mouth and people would blink and think, "what in the boat beams, brass balls and the bloody bucket of blue bells is she babbling about?"

You probably are blinking right now.

It's okay. I'm crazy. I can deal with that. You might be, too, if you read this far. Honestly, does this make sense to you? If it is, do let me know. I think I've been searching all my life for someone like you.

My brain had been refusing to recognize the written form of communication and retreated to the visual method for far too long. Ahh, but now, now words make sense again. They form sentences and express ideas and intentions. They are lovely, beautiful and powerful.

I will bask in this glow for as long as I can have it.

All you writers out there, prepare yourself, I will be sauntering in your spaces looking for good readings I have missed in the pass year.

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I feel like I just woke up from a long sleep.