... Why do they sleep ??

Today I am sharing an article I came across this morning. No-one is sure of the author, however, the blog where I found the article had the follow pre-script: "We checked the authenticity of this with our followers in Bangkok and Cambodia. Surprisingly, this seems to be true and their only request is to offer beggars food and water, not money. Any help you can give in terms of their needs are just fine. But make sure you do not hand over big bills as that will keep the begging industry going. You should be wise enough to know who to help and how to help. Make your decision based on the situation and knowing it well enough. . The article "Near the metro station, sits a woman of uncertain age. Her hair is confused and dirty, her head bowed in grief. The woman sits on the dirty floor and next to her lies a bag. Into that bag, people throw money. In the woman's hands, asleep, is a two year old baby. He is in a dirty hat and dirty clothes "Madonna with baby" – numerous passers-by will donate money. A 'feeling' person always feels sorry for those less fortunate. We are ready to give unfortunate people our last shirt, the last penny out of our pocket and never think another issue. Helping, seems like a "Good job done." I walked past the beggar for a month. I did not give any money, as I knew that this is a gang-operated scam, and that money collected by the beggar, will be given to whoever controls beggars in the area. Those people own numerous luxury properties and cars. The beggar also gets something, of course, "A bottle of vodka in the evening and a döner kebab." A month later, walking past the beggar, a shock suddenly hit me…. I'm standing at a busy crossing, staring at the baby. He is dressed, as always, in a dirty track suit. I realized that it seemed "wrong", finding a child in a dirty underground station from morning to evening. The baby was always asleep. He never sobbed or screamed, he always slept, burying his face in the knee of a woman who was his MUM. Do any of you, dear readers, have children? Remember how often they slept at the age of 1, 2 or 3 years old? An hour, two, maximum three (and never consecutive). An afternoon nap, and there was always movement. For the whole month, every day I walked to the underground station, I never saw the child awake! I looked at the tiny little man, with his face buried in the knee of his mother, then at the beggar, and my suspicion was gradually formed. "Why does he sleep all the time?" I asked, staring at the baby. The beggar pretended not to hear me. She lowered her eyes and hid her face in the collar of her shabby jacket. I repeated the question. The woman again looked up. She looked somewhere behind my back, tired with utter irritation. Her look was similar to the creatures from a different planet. "F *** off," her lips murmured. "Why is he asleep?!" I almost cried. Behind me, someone put their hand on my shoulder. I looked back. An old man was looking at me disapprovingly: "What do you want from her? Can't you see how hard she's got it in her life? Eh?" He took some coins from his pocket and threw them in the beggar's bag. The beggar made a cross by waving her hand, portraying the face of humility and universal grief. The guy removed his hand from my shoulder and strolled out of the underground station. I bet, at home, he will tell how he defended poor, distraught woman from a soulless man in a tube station. Next day, I called a friend. He was a funny man with eyes like olives. His nationality – Romanian. He only managed to complete three and a half years of education. His lack of education did not prevent him from moving around the City streets in expensive foreign cars and live in a "small" house with a countless number of windows and balconies. From my friend, I managed to find out that the beggar is part of a business. Despite the genuine appearance, it is clearly organized. It is supervised by organized crime rings. The children used are 'rented' from families of alcoholics, or simply stolen. I needed to get the answer to my question – Why is the baby always sleeping? And I received it. My friend explained it to me, casually and with a calm voice that twisted me in shock, just like he was talking about weather report: "They are on heroin, or vodka." I was dumbfounded. "Who is on heroin or vodka?!" He answered, "The Child ... so he doesn't scream. The women will be sitting whole day with him, imagine how he might get bored? In order to make sure the baby slept the whole day, it would be pumped up with vodka or drugs. Of course, children's bodies are not able to cope with such a shock. And children often die. The most terrible thing – sometimes children die during the "working day". Mother must hold another dead child on her hands until the evening. These are the rules. And the by passers-by will throw some money in the bag, and believe that they are moral. Helping the mother alone." The next day, I was walking near the same underground station. I built up journalistic confidence and was ready for a serious conversation. But the conversation didn't work out. Instead, it turned out the following way: the woman was sitting on the floor and in her hands she was holding a different child. I asked her a question about the documents of the child, and, most importantly, where was the child from yesterday. She simply ignored me. My questions were not ignored by passers-by though. I was told that I was out of my mind, questioning a poor beggar with a child. Eventually, I was escorted out of the station in disgrace. The one thing that remained was to call the police. When the police arrived, the beggar with the baby had disappeared. I stood with a full sense of 'trying to fight windmills.' When you see in the subway, or on the street, women with children, begging, think before your hand them your money. Think about it, that if it wasn't for your / our hundreds of thousands of hand-outs, a business like this would have died. The business would die and not the, pumped-with-vodka-or-drugs, children. Do not look at the sleeping child with affection… See horror!!! Since you are reading this article, you now know why the child is sleeping in beggars hands." Bloggers post-script: If you choose to "share" this article then your friends, family and/or followers will become aware, also. And when you decide again to open your wallet to throw a coin to a beggar with a sleeping child, remember that this charity may very well cost another child's life. ...My heart is saddened. I've seen this 'scenario' so many times. I've never handed over money ... always food, once a rain jacket and another time an umbrella and shoes. I've often wondered about the children ... babies, toddlers, 6-or-so year olds, and sometimes the older children ... But I never, ever, considered this possibility. I struggle, even more, to fathom the likelihood that this is happening right on our very doorsteps. .Tri

I didn't know I needed to see you ...

I left a comment, moments ago, in which I mentioned my late Dad. After I left that blog I remembered a strange experience I had on my way home from work.

I stopped at my usual garage to pick up a treat for my wee Tink and as I lifted my head (after getting my purse from my bag) .. placed my hand on the door handle and then ... I. just. froze.

I couldn't tell you how many thoughts ran through my head, or just how fast they flew through there! Right opposite me, in the garage store doorway was a very familiar-looking man, partly obscured by one of the racks. I honestly did a five-take, shaking my head and looking again.

This man looked SO much like my Dad it was uncanny! He appeared to be about 7-10 years older than the last time I saw my Dad nearly 6 years ago. He wore a baseball-type hat .. the same style and colour as my Dad's favourite one. The shape of his chin, his colouring and posture!!! I ....I was .. I doubted what I was seeing. Un-real thoughts flew all around! It couldn't possibly be!

It wasn't. I wanted to get a closer look and eventually got myself out the car. I had to go around the one way and the exit route was round the other way. When I turned around he was gone! I looked out the door and I saw him disappear into the dark. He must live close by, I thought.

I left it at that and went about my business. When I got back in the car I felt such sense of calm ... I guess I just needed to see my Daddy. There have been so much going on - and he and I used to talk about everything ...




(exhale)
.Tri

My Top 20 "Most beautiful phrases in Literature"

My 'Top 20' favorites amidst someone else's ... "Most beautiful phrases in Literature" 01. "I have one thing to say, one thing only. I’'ll never say it another time, to anyone, and I ask you to remember it: In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live" - Thomas Kincaide to Francesca - Robert James Waller, The Bridges of Madison County 02. "The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order." - Toni Morrison, Beloved 03. "Journeys end in lovers meeting" - William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night 04. "One must be careful of books, and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us." - Cassandra Clare, The Infernal Devices 05. "Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering." - Nicole Krauss, The History of Love 06. "The half life of love is forever." - Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her 07. "I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams" —W. B. Yeats, Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven 08. "It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes." - Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence 09. "For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly." - Langston Hughes, The Big Sea 10. "Do I dare ... Disturb the universe?" - T. S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" 11. "She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together." - J. D. Salinger, "A Girl I Knew" 12. "I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart; I am, I am, I am." - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar 13. "'Dear God,’ she prayed, 'let me be something every minute of every hour of my life'." - Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn 14. "The curves of your lips rewrite history." - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray 15. "A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it." - Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities 16. "And in that moment, I swear... We were infinite" - Steve Czbosky 17. "At the still point, there the dance is." - T.S. Eliot, "Four Quartets" 18. "It might be that to surrender to happiness was to accept defeat, but it was a defeat better than many victories." - W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage 19. "It was awful thoughts, and awful words, but they were said. And I let them stay said: and never thought no more about reforming" - Tom Sawyer 20. "Naught's had, all's spent, when our desire is got without content Tis better to be that which we destroy than by destruction live in doubtful joy" - Lady Macbeth .Tri

A wee look-back at one of the classics ...

The wee *Pixie cannot honestly say that she's been a die-hard fan of Grace Kelly since any kind of wee age. But this *Pixie, undeniably, is a huge fan of the classics. The events preceding the BBoP's' 2014 Grand Gala .... has brought into the fray a new avenue of discovery ... And this Pixie is thoroughly enjoying the prospect. 


It all starts with a wee look-back at (recap of) the life & loves of the late Grace Kelly. 

Grace Patricia Kelly was born on November 12, 1929 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to wealthy parents. Her girlhood was uneventful for the most part, but one of the things she desired was to become an actress which she had decided on at an early age. 

After her high school graduation in 1947, Grace struck out on her own, heading to New York's bright lights to try her luck there. Grace worked for a while as a model and made her debut on Broadway in 1949. She also made a brief foray into the infant medium of television. 

Not content with the work in New York, Grace moved to Southern California for the more prestigious part of acting -- motion pictures. In 1951, she appeared in her first film entitled Fourteen Hours (1951) when she was 22. It was a small part, but a start nonetheless. The following year, she landed the role of Amy Kane in High Noon (1952), a western starring Gary Cooper and Lloyd Bridges which turned out to be very popular. In 1953, Grace appeared in only one film, but it was another popular one. The film was Mogambo (1953) where Grace played Linda Nordley. The film was a jungle drama in which fellow cast members, Clark Gable and Ava Gardner turned in masterful performances. It was also one of the best films ever released by Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. 

Although she got noticed with High Noon, her work with director Alfred Hitchcock, which began with Dial M for Murder (1954) made her a star. Her standout performance in Rear Window (1954) brought her to prominence. As Lisa Fremont, she was cast opposite James Stewart, who played a crippled photographer who witnesses a murder in the next apartment from his wheelchair. Grace stayed busy in 1954 appearing in five films. 

Grace would forever be immortalized by winning the Academy Award for Best Actress for her portrayal of Georgie Elgin opposite Bing Crosby in The Country Girl (1954).

In the summer of 1954 Grace Kelly and Cary Grant were on the French Riviera working on an Alfred Hitchcock movie, To Catch a Thief (1955). It was probably the scene after she speeds along the Moyen Corniche to quickly get to the "picnic grounds", and away from a tailing police car, that she had time to look at the Mediterranean and the countryside along the coast. 

"Whose gardens are those?" she asked screenwriter John Michael Hayes. "Prince Grimaldi's". She would not meet the prince until the following year. In New York in March 1955, she received a call from Rupert Allan, Look Magazine's west coast editor who had become a friend since writing three cover stories on her. The French government wanted her to attend the Cannes Film Festival that May. She had some good reasons to go. One: The Country Girl (1954) would be shown at the festival. Two: she had really loved working on the Riveria the summer before. She met Prince Rainier of Monaco during the Cannes festival. He needed a wife, because with no heir to the throne, Monaco would again be part of France, after his death, and its citizens would have to pay French taxes.

Grace met and married Prince Rainier of Monaco. By becoming a princess, she gave up her career. For the rest of her life, she was to remain in the news with her marriage and her three children. On September 14, 1982, Grace was killed in an automobile accident in her adoptive home country at age 52.


ps ... 
if anyone knows of any tit-bits (about Grace Kelly), not easily discoverable on our world-wide-web, then this, here, *Pixie is quite keen to learn about them. 




xxx
.Tri 


ps:  * serves as a replacement term for 'me, myself & I ... ,etc ... '

BBoP's' 2014 Grand Gala ....

Posted elsewhere, originally, on 26 Jan, 2015 4:28 pm


So, the big day has finally arrived!

The *BloggerVille Board of Pixies' 2014 Quarterly Incentive Awards (during which the wee Pixie was awarded an iPad Air in the category "Collaboration" ) culminates, this verynight, in a Grand Gala during which many **Pixie nominees are up for 4 categories ... each yielding a GRAND, Grand Prize

The wee Pixie has been anxious for weeks! Grounding herself, daily, with the knowledge that every single one of the pixies up for nomination are equally worthy of this amazing 'show of appreciation.' Every single Pixie has the right, and indeed the privilege to feel extremely proud that his/her colleagues have deemed him/her slightly more worthy than another.

What this Pixie has, thoroughly, enjoyed about the last two months, though, is simply the pure uncertainty of it all. The unknown ... the anxiety ... The blissful ignorance. Still! It only ends when the announcements are made later this night.

The wee Pixie is currently engaged in the act of drying her currently-in-curlers-hair, in a hope to pull together the last bit of her dark-haired 'Grace Kelly"ensemble.

She would ask you for your prayers and/or fingers crossed, however, the decision-making process has long been completed. She does ask, though, that you keep in your thoughts and prayers that she is able to manage whatever the outcome!

She would, however, like to take this opportunity to say that it truly is an honor just to have been nominated. insert curtsey



Xxx
.Tri 

EDIT 9h55 pm: pics of the winners have been taken and Pixie was amongst the 6 winners!!!
EDIT 11h55 pm: No official pics yet - & can you believe - I forgot my camera at home!

ps :  * & ** ... serve as substitute terms 

Be-cause I'm happy!! ... (to the tune of Pharrell Williams)

This, here, Pixie is feeling quite happy and stoked. In short her heart is just feeling so incredibly blessed!

So, Pixie's home after a visit with the only man who, in recent times, makes her cry. Her ENT has given her vocal cords a sparklingly clean bill of health!!! This after an operation, 6 months ago, to remove a polyp/nodule.

This naughty wee polyp rendered Pixie unable to carry even the lowest note for even a split-second.. The was a tiny, tiny, TINY upside ... an awesome radio-voice. The wee Pixie was distraught, though (havin' an audience was never an ambition) ... Until she, following extensive research, discovered her knight-in-a-white-doctors-coat ENT!!!!

See pic attached. The wee Pixie apologizes (NOT) for the uncanny likeness of the cord to the, only-too-familiar, vulva ... Strange coincidence, huh?

Anyhooooo ... The second happy happenstance is, only just, slightly less noteworthy ... The wee pixie actually found the transparent backstrap, strapless, black bra she needs to really pull the Monday night (23/01) gala off in a flawless fashion. To position this need the wee Pixie also includes an image of the dress she'll be wearing ... And just so it's quite clear ... She is absolutely besotted with her dress!

What a HAPPY DAY!!!

.Tri

Beauty ...

... the BEAUTY of truth, whether it's good, or bad, is liberating.






.Tri

I will !!!

I will dance with Life today ...
At times I   will   t w i r l
... like a Princess
and free the rhythm
of my dreams

And in other moments
I   will    s  t  a  m  p
... my feet
Like a gypsy
and bask in my freedom
...  P a s s i o n a t e l y !


~SC Lourie

.Tri 

Firsts ...

A HUGE smile!!!


Today's post has GOT to be about my wee Tink's FIRST DAY at BIG school. I took my leave of 'work' so that I could deliver her to, and retrieve her from, her new world. A world so large (I'm sure it must have seemed so to her ... It did to me, IF I go by the very vivid memories that still reside in the recesses of my mind ... ) that I wanted to just wrap her inside the safety, and security, of my embrace and not let go. I didn't, though. She's a tough wee Tink and stunting her natural development is the LAST thing I want to do. Instead I gently stroked along the side of her li'l face and gave her a confident, strong and reassuring smile.

She did not cry ... and neither did I. That does not mean I didn't want to ... or feel the need to.

For me, it is ALL about always being a good example for the week Tink. I deliberately did not use the word 'SET' since, given our respective exposure to the world, teaching our children the right way (and not the right way according to us, necessarily) should not be a dictatorship - It should, perhaps, be more of a collaboration ... with strict boundaries. Allowing them to explore themselves, nurturing them and then guiding them in their wee worlds.

Boundaries ... Too many of our children lack this. Too many of our children are criticized and, often, even ostracized for the way they turn out. Not that the way children reach adulthood is solely attributed to their childhood experience or the level of parenting received. At some point they make their own decisions, carve out their own paths in the world ... Live their own lives. Having said that, though, It is critical (I believe) that their 'foundation' is laid properly, and thoroughly.

Back to the wee Tink. She looked so adorable. She started 'Grade R' today. The level of excitement in the house last night was SO electrifying that should could barely go off to La-La-Land. AND then she was up at the crack of dawn and got dressed on her own, before waking me, even. She just stood their with an    e n o r m o u s     ear-to-ear grin and said "G'morning Mum! "


My wee Tink is a touch independent. Have I mentioned that before? (insert soft, but extremely proud, simile)



.Tri

My 2015 Favorites #002 ...

... LOVE ...


“If music be the food of love, play on”
Twelfth Night – Act 1, Scene 1

“There’s beggary in love that can be reckoned”
Anthony  & Cleopatra – Act 1, Scene 1

“Speak low if you speak love”
Much Ado About Nothing – Act 2, Scene 1

“ Love goes by goes by haps; Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps”
Much Ado About Nothing – Act 3, Scene 2

“The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, Which hurts and is desired”
Antony & Cleopatra – Act 5, Scene 5

“She’s beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is woman, and therefore to be won”
Henry VI Part 1 – Act 5, Scene 2

“ Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind”
A Midsummer Night’s Dream – Act 1, Scene 1

“Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service”
The Tempest – Act 3, Scene 1

“Doubt that the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move his aides, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love”
Hamlet – Act 2, Scene 2

“Love sought is good, but given unsought is better"
Twelfth night – Act 3, Scene 1

“Come what sorrow can,
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy that one short minute gives me in her sight”
Romeo & Juliet – Act 2, Scene 6

“I love you more than words can wield the matter,
Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty”
King Lear – Act 1, secene 1

“What is light, if Sylvia be not seen?
What is joy if Sylvia be not by?”
The Two Gentlemen of Verona – Act 3, Scene 1

“Cupid is a knavish lad, thus to make females mad”
A Midsummer Night’s Dream – Act 3, Scene 3

“The course of true love never did run smooth”
A Midsummer Night’s Dream – Act 1, Scene 2

Night Tears ...

 

 

 

 

 

There is a crying

that happens at night
that does not come

while the light is with us.

There are things

that cannot be evaded
once the sun goes down.

 

Small nocturnal creatures

with sharp white teeth
silently gnaw at the

edges of belly and heart
when the darkness descends
and the void inside
grows larger.
 It can split you open.
 And the bone
in the centre of your chest
... aches
like the cracked wishing bone
from the turkey breast. And if we are strong enough
to be weak enough
we are given a wound
that never heals.
It is the gift
that keeps the heart open.

 

 

NIGHT TEARS -  Oriah Mountain Dreamer © 1995

 

 

Courage is an Angel ....

One isn't necessarily 

born with courage, 

but one IS born 

with potential. 

Without courage, 

we cannot practice 

any other virtue 

with consistency. 

We can't be kind, 

true, 

merciful, 

generous, 

or honest.

History, 

despite its 

wrenching pain, 

cannot be unlived, 

but if faced 

with courage, 

need not be lived again.

… Maya Angelou

I let it go ...

January 9 is the anniversary of the day that God took my John home.

For the past 8 'new years' a few days before January 9th, and after, has been rather sad and often stark and dark days during which my keel could be/become quite uneven.

This year it's been different. Though I can't quite put my finger on it ... Somehow I feel a li'l less sad and, in truth, I even managed QUITE a few smiles. They were heart-felt smiles ... and NOT the usual 'I smile too often so you can't see how I'm feeling' kind.

I am also recalling that this past festive season is the first time in 8 years that I've made various (thick) points of getting together with my family and closest friends, OFTEN!. I regret, that Naai and I couldn't quite get our calendar acts together and have yet to celebrate festively. I know, of course, that EVERYTHING happens the way it should so Í am not too-too concerned in this regard.

I have digressed.

On January 4th I took a drive to my favourite beach spot and took along a pretty coloured-glassed bottle containing a lengthy letter which I wrote exactly one year after John died. The letter drips with pain, sorrow & yearning. No regrets though - It's been more than 2 decades since I made the decision to live my life in such a way that I would never have regrets about what I did, or didn't do.

The letter goes as follows:

"My dearest John, 

You are my GREATEST love and my most valued gift from God. I never did get the opportunity to tell you how absolutely honoured I feel to have been your final love on this earth - God must have thought me special.

Folk I trust implicitly are saying to me that, eventually, this heavily saddened heart, even though I cannot even conceive it right now, WILL lighten.

I do not want for it as I do not ever want to forget, even for a second, just how much your presence enriched my life. I could never want my heavy heart lightened ?!!. Wanting that would surely mean that I want to forget you, wouldn't it? How could I EVER want that?

You KNOW me, right, John? ... And you know that I have to, realistically, consider a reality where what I'm being told might be true. IF that were the case then you must know that forgetting you could never be further from my heart of heart's desire.

IF I had to imagine myself in that reality then:
- I imagine that I have worked through a lifetime of tears, memories, little gems of wisdom you have shared with me, 'forgiving' God for determining that the lessons I needed to learn, could only be learnt in a world 'after you left it'... without you.
- I imagine I would have needed to reach a sound, and very reasonable, end of a lengthy reconciliation process ...
- I imagine that I could no longer wage reasonable arguments against the validity of the wisdoms I am constantly hearing: Yours, God's and the many, many folk who have loved and watched over me ...

You already know this to be true ... I loved you with all my heart. I thought we had forever, and ever, to love each other over, and over, and over again. I felt and saw, EVERY little bit of the love YOU felt for me ... For ME, John!!!! I never knew that I was worthy of a love like this.

IF I had to imagine myself in a reality where I felt that I could/should (ever) let you go then I imagine that there was so much love in my heart; so much happiness and contentment; and a GREAT deal of understanding of why it all unfolded the way it did.


Fare well, John ... I am letting you go now, knowing that when you left, you left with all of my love.

xxx "

My trip to the beach on January 4th consisted of a 1-person ceremony. I walked up to the surf, waded in slowly, stopped to stare over the waves and momentarily got lost in the motioning of the ocean. When I recovered from that stance my cheeks were tear-stained but my heart felt lightened. I felt confident. I waded in some more and then swam to the last rock I could see protruding from the sea's surface.

I sat down and said a prayer ... and then I let the bottle go.
Later that day I wrote the... Letting go ..." haiku post.


.Tri

Coffeeeeeee!!!!

...needed a li'l caffei-na-ted help this morning ...

Perhaps ...

ALL of my blogging friends and most of the bloggers I watch are off-line and presumably asleep ... No creatures are moving, not even a mouse.

What to do, WHAT to do ...

Perhaps by the time y'all rouse to this glorious new day MY watched list's orange highlights will be no more ...
Perhaps the wee Pixie reveals a li'l about herself ( NOT what you may be thinking ) ...
Perhaps ...
Perhaps The wee Pixie seeks a GREAT Perhaps ...


"Perhaps it's just your smile
that I've been missing for awhile
Perhaps,it's just your lips
With which I've never been kissed

But every time I closed my eyes
the same old feelings comes alive
your voice echoes everywhere
In my thoughts you came so clear

Are you an Angel from above?
Or just another face in the crowd?
Perhaps,you were just a dream of yesterday
that forever will remain in me"  
UNKNOWN-paraphrased


"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away."
HENRY DAVID THOREAU


"Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all her dreams come true
Her memories of life and love will be of you"
JOHN DENVER - paraphrased


Now isn't that last one just a lovely thought ! ...

G'morning to the World [to the tune of Mi Casa)

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Jan 9, 2015 11:33 am

... Mi Casa, One of my favourite SA groups who managed to find their way into Obama's inauguration 'do' ... I've taken one if their songs and sort of paraphrased it. .. I thought these lyrics were quite ... something. ********************************* Good morning, to the world, out there Sanbonani, Ninjani, out there I need a minute, of your time To reflect, not neglect, In the things we have in this life These streets, that we walk upon, These streets, that we live upon They give us, life Black and white, oh so bright All I see is beauty Smiles and frowns, all around It fills you and me Now I'm convinced that what we have Is like gold How we hold it and mould it Determines how we will grow ********************************* I feel these lyrics are truly compelling ... and so 'now' ... AND a lovely, and fitting, note to end off the first full week of 2015. D O N' T   Y O U ? Xx

Good night, Good night ... a thousand times Good Night

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Jan 11, 2015 11:36 pm




"... Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow ... "


... Soooo tired ...

She really started something ... (To the tune of the late Luther Vandross' song)

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Jan 07, 2015 12:28 am






OOOOOooooo ... AP has really started something now !! She, very recently, (lol today, actually) published her King, or The Queen of Fetishism post. Her closing statement contained a request in which she asks her watchers to share their fetishes (eccentricities/unusual attachments)

The wee Pixie rubbed/scratched her chin, ear & earring ... and all sorts of other things as she pondered her response - not having a clue what it would turn out to be ( ... funny just how short-term one's memory can sometimes be). Once she started tapping away at her response, though, she just kept on going! ... the after-thought being to turn it into a blog lest she forgets the day's joy-maker.


... It seems that I:


... have a thang for BIG baths. Not Jacuzzis-n-the-likes, but the classic clawed-foot (gotta be white though, and sliver claws) with steaming hot water, perhaps a bubble-or-two, but definitely a glass of deep-red wine.

... I also have a thang for really well-maintained, unmodified, classic cars - the older the better.

... also a thang for classic shapes, e.g. architecture, furniture, photography, jewellery, fabrics (soft & silky, sometimes satiny but always classic, cuts )

... and ...(and though she can listen, and like, just about any type of music) I have a thang for classical-type music - particularly opera ... Oh, alright, ya got me! Especially opera.

... What the !!!Bloggerville-Board-of-Pixies!# does all of this mean ... ( ... for, or about, me.. ??? )



ps ... Lyric extract from the LV song being referenced:

"You didn't tell me, you really started something
Scares me to the bone, you really started something
How does it feel knowing, you really started something
That I can't leave you alone"


... lol ... hope the charming (... I really should, permanently change that to dis-arm-ing] Lindo doesn't mind my using his M.O. right now ...

This post has suddenly takin' on a life of its own ... Should she be concerned?
MORE IMPORTANTLY .. Should she be seeking counsel since it feels like the wee one thinks like she may be talking to herself (& and enjoying this) just a weeeee bit too much. And NO !!! this Pix-ie does not drink-n-fly!!! .. eish!


pps ... Just did my "Sing OUT LOUD" for today !
ppps ... (quickly) Followed by today's "Dance OFTEN" !!
pppps ... (swiftly) Followed by today's "Laugh LOUD" !!!
ppppps ... ... And the Loving FIERCELY-bit .... Well, there really can be no sense in rushin' when it comes to things that should really be slow-cookin', ey???? ... w h I c h m e a n s that ALL that's left, today, is to "TAKE OVER THE WORLD" !!!!

Soft Goals for 2015

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Jan 06, 2015 12:47 pm

1.1. Laugh HARD every day

1.2. Love FIERCELY

2.1. Sing Out LOUD (& softly) ***

2.2. Dance OFTEN ***

3.0. Go out & see my first opera ***

4.0. BE MINDFUL, particularly mindful of my daily reminder

5.0. Keep spreading love & light

6.0. TAKE OVER THE WORLD !!!!

.Tri 

Write in 'C' ...

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Jan 05, 2015 11:27 pm



Not a geek buddies' original but I luvvvv them for finding it! (the original Beatles song is one of my late Dad's all-time favourities!! )

When I find my code in tons of trouble,
Friends and colleagues come to me,
Speaking words of wisdom:
Write in C ...

As the deadline fast approaches,
And bugs are all that I can see,
Somewhere, someone whispers:
Write in C ...

Write in C, write in C,
Write in C, oh, write in C.
LISP is dead and buried,
Write in C ...

I used to write a lot of FORTRAN,
For science it worked flawlessly.
Try using it for graphics!
Write in C ...

If you've just spent nearly 30 hours
Debugging some assembly,
Soon you will be glad to
Write in C ...

Write in C, write in C,
Write in C, yeah, write in C.
Only wimps use BASIC.
Write in C ...

When I go to fix a project
That looks promising but works lamely,
There's only one solution,
Write in C ...

Lame ivy-leaguers know the answers
Script in scheme, bind functionally
They suck cheese through their noses,
Write in C ...

Write in C, Write in C
Write in C, yeah Write in C
Guile this and I'll kick your teeth in,
Write in C ...

{ Guitar Solo }

Write in C, write in C,
Write in C, yeah, write in C.
Don't even mention COBOL.
Write in C ...

And when the screen is fuzzy,
And the editor is bugging me.
I'm sick of ones and zeros,
Write in C ...

A thousand people swore that T.P.
Seven is the one for me.
I hate the word PROCEDURE,
Write in C ...

Write in C, write in C,
Write in C, yeah, write in C.
PL1 is 80s,
Write in C ...
Write in C ...
Write in C, yeah, write in C ...
The government loves ADA,
Write in C ...

1 + 2 = 3 ( no matter what language you parlez)

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Jan 04, 2015 06:44 pm

(1) intuition (noun) the ability to understand something, instinctively, without the need for conscious reasoning (2) FORGIVENESS You must forgive those who have hurt you (and yourself) Even if what they did is unforgivable in your mind You must forgive them, NOT because they need to be forgiven, but Because you don't want suffer and hurt yourself Every time you remember what they did Forgiveness is for your own mental healing ... Forgiveness is an act of self love. *** 3 *** HEALING When you choose to forgive Yourself and Those who have hurt you You take away their power over you .Tri

Letting go ...

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Jan 04, 2015 03:20 pm

Extinguishing flame Archiving a precious love The sun shines again [Ref:Haiku.TriPix007.001]

Joyful Hearts ...

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 31, 2014 12:15 am

Life stood still as the joyful tears fell happily on wrapping paper Lucky Tuck, FB.Haiku - Paraphrased

Happy 2015

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 31, 2014 12:15 am

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2015 

May it be all that we need or hope for it to be

.Tri

All-time favourite ... #001

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 30, 2014 05:32 pm



... ...Quotes ...

"In the end only 3 things matter: How much you loved; How gently you lived; and how gracefully you let go of things that didn't serve you" Buddha-paraphrased

Anais Ninn

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to ones courage"

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. "

"Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat."

G.I. Jane (1997)
"Master Chief John Urgayle: I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

Pain is your friend, your ally, it will tell you when you are seriously injured, it will keep you awake and angry, and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home. But you know the best thing about pain?

Lt. Jordan O'Neil: Don't know!

Master Chief John Urgayle: It lets you know you're not dead "

************************************

A bird does not sing because it has an answer
It sings because it has a song... (Chinese Proverb)

************************************


And this Pixie still has many songs ... (Insert contented smile) ... Plan to simply sit back, relax, continue soaking up the summer's sun, braai (BBQ) & swim as much as we can for the last day'n-a-half of 2014..

(Insert teeth-showing smile) I have spent so much time with the wee Tink since my vacation started that I feel like I'm in heaven! And that is not even counting my BloggerVille treetop, friens & experiences ... Bliss! ... Feeling happy, content and ever so thankful.

The sense of peace I'm feeling right now let's me know that every bad, sad and heart wrenching moment of the past was no mistake has and brought me to the place I find myself at now.

I would even go as far as to say that ... Nahhhhh, not tempting fate !!!

NY Resolution 2015: Lite version

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 28, 2014 04:33 pm





My goal for 2015
Is to complete the goals of 2014
Which I should have done in 2013
Because i made a promise in 2012
To act on what was planned in 2011.

[Ref: 2015NY_lite]

Psssssssssssssst !!!

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 28, 2014 12:11 pm

Just in case no one has told you today...

Good morning

You are beautiful

I love you

Nice butt!

Tri 

Women are ...

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 27, 2014 04:01 pm




      A group of students were asked to, scientifically, prove the generalisation that "women are
      problem-atic".

      One of the braver students submitted the following for grading:

My 2014 Favourite ... #002

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 27, 2014 02:07 pm

... Song & local Artist ...

"Heartboxing" By Jimmy Nevis

Hi, I'm Jimmy and I'm an addict

The first step to your heart is to admit it

I've been sent to rehab for being under the influence of you

I'm not into drugs or booze, no...

I'm just a love drunk kinda dude,

And I need you to pick me up

'Cause I'm falling so hard for you...

And I've been down this road before

But it's worth the fall

'Cause I'm hooked on you and I need my fix tonight, ooohh

If loving you's against the law then give me 25 to life, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

When we're heartboxing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, heartboxing

Tryna run but I'm back again

If this was a game, I'd be a boomerang

And although I know that it's killing me

Your love is the only thing that let's me be

And we don't need prescriptions

And I'll gladly be the victim to your addiction

There ain't no competition, baby

And I've been down this road before

But it's worth the fall

'Cause I'm hooked on you and I need my fix tonight, ooohh

If loving you's against the law then give me 25 to life, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

When we're heartboxing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, heartboxing [x2]

[Bridge:]

I tried to be your friend

I tried to be your lover

But this temporary high wasn't worth all the drama

So I packed my bags and go to where you're unavailable

So I don't have to hurt no more

'Cause I'm hooked on you and I need my fix tonight, ooohh

If loving you's against the law then give me 25 to life, hey, yeah, yeah

Oooooohh {oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...}

When we're heartboxing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, heartboxing

[Repeat 'til the end]

Merry Merry!!!

Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 25, 2014 01:58 am


It's 01.57 am on 25/12/2014 in South Africa .. And that means that I can finally say:
 

MERRY CHRISTMAS, BLOGGERVILLE

Live, love and be safe

The Merriest of Christmas & Holiday wishes to you & yours