Random stuff time.
Let me tell you a thing, I suck at interaction sometimes and this would mostly apply to blogging and visiting blogs. So when I say I am so grateful for all the visits this here humble virtual abode of mine got in my absence, I mean this with all my heart. I have one or two other excuses, of course. Thank you, gracias, merci, grazie! I can’t imagine why you guys stick around.
I’ve hit some sort of wall that I’m finally scaling at a creeping pace (if that makes sense) and my computer is still acting up even after the check up I got done and I’ve got to start saving up for a new one soon, and apparently I think better, or should say more, when I type as opposed to writing (except for poetry, though).
I’ve been drowning myself in music, more than the usual anyways. I’ve gotten into Radiohead quite a bit, “Body Snatchers” hooked me. Um then I discovered Redbone, The Archies and got an
eyeful (haha) earful of “Hang on Sloopy” by The McCoys. Sort of a longish list, really. Also electro swing, ugh, such curvaceous sound waves.
I feel my attention slipping away already and I hate that. I hate that I want to write things but I end up feeling that I don’t follow through. I feel disappointed in my self yet I understand why … but still. I drive myself insane with contradicting tendencies, it almost makes sense.
I want to leave you jazz cats with this Continue reading
“What are you looking at with your
eyes so closed?” asked the cat.
“The stars and brighter suns. And dark nights
that even the demons
are scared to dance,” she said.
The cat was quiet for some time, then said,
“Deep waters, you mean. Now see
The lily that lives on the surface.”
Read from: 18th – 20th of August
Rated it: 5/5 stars
Well to say at the least, things are sure heating up. I do like that we get to see more of the other gods. Titan’s Curse is definitely more action packed and it’s only going to get a whole lot more livelier as the series progresses. I love the secondary characters (new ones!) and how their own back-stories are connected to the various parts in the plot. I’m certain that I am not alone when I say I’ve missed Annabeth. That girl.
I have no hope for Luke. The boy is lost. Is it the power that seduced him in the first place? The bitterness towards his father and the other gods? Both probably, but like most dreams of victory on the ‘other’ side of the battlefield, I think he finally found that Titans and Gods alike laugh at his plans and he’s caught up in a massive sticky spiderweb.
Perhaps by now he realizes that he’s no more than a spawn, the very thing he loathed to become in the first place. Or does he need a itty-bitty pit stop before he goes off and fail again after close encounters? Continue reading
Aren’t they beauties?The Titan’s Curse is one of the few books I’m reading now and it looks like I’m eating up the pages! Okay I know I’ve been MIA for a week or few but I’m still stuck but I just had to share my most recent book haul with you guys! Also my laptop is freaking out and needs an exorcism or something and I’m writing this on my phone so please excuse what mistakes you might find. I follow The Little Book Owl on YT and I recalled her mentioning one of her tops included Starcrossed by Josephine Angelini, so I said why not.
It was a satisfying outing let me tell you. I finally got all the Percy Jackson and the Olympians books. Already, I’m itching for The Heroes of Olympus series but Austin’s don’t have those right now but they said soon. Here they are all together.
I’m not going to even try to articulate wtf the turmoil in my head is about. Frankly, you’d wish you’d never hear it. I think it is fascinating in a gut clenching way of how a hot sticky day with just one rotten, vile person and a handful of insecurities can sink a body down to her knees. You’ve probably guessed I’m depressed. Unfortunately yet again.
I believe in crying, the kind that happens behind a bolted door where you either curl up in a fetal position or a full bodied sprawl and just let it go for a while. Then play some Queen or Journey, get up again and move on. That, my friends, is a road to recovery. Continue reading
There’s this illness going around, chikungunya, and everyone’s got it or is trying to finally shake it off. Mercifully, all I’ve got is a mild flu and that says something. I don’t mean to boast but when there’s some nasty like that around I’m usually the last to get it or not at all. People keep telling me that I’m going to get it. Seriously, like can you not be happy for me?
I’ve been in no mindset whatsoever to blog, hardly to even read your stuff. What makes everything better, or at least to a good extent, is re-watching Avatar: The Last Air Bender, from start to finish, something I’ve never had the chance to to before. I’m currently at the second book, Earth, somewhere around chapter sixteen. It’s by far the best anime I’ve laid eyes on.
I’m picking up A Storm of Swords again as well as The Hobbit. I’ve mainly been reading Thea Harrison’s Elder Races series. I’ve yet to put them on Goodreads. If I have to give a collective rating it would be around 3.5 stars approaching a solid 4 stars, but I have to say it’s not what some people would consider their cup of tea.
Germany vs. Argentina. Damn.
Two of my most favourite teams. All I could have hoped for was for at least some one winning or at least a tie but not ever at nil-nil.
Ugh the gut wrenching that went on in our living room. Yellow cards, trips and flips. Stubbornly refusing to cede a goal, or that was, until Mario Gotze shocked us with that neat shot! Oh my God, that was a surprise.
Argentina might have lost but boy did they defend! (on the whole, that is, *ahem*) Romero, though. I honestly thought they couldn’t have gotten past him.
They both played brilliantly!
You’re sitting somewhere by yourself. A table at a cafe or your kitchen or on a roof so high up. You think about the movement of time.
You are filled with this vulnerable sensation spreading from your center to all your limbs with the vivid realization you are wide open to anything and everything. It is in no way pleasant.
Your only defense? Pick a path any path. A road to walk with a purpose prominent in your stride or maybe a quiet confidence, knowing you have something in sight. Hold this close, grip it tight.
Yes you, sitting there looking out the window, over the many roof tops. These are the days that will define you. Better yet, seize this realized time and define it.
He sits, rigidly.
Fingers twitch – little girl dies.
Eyes shut. Plot lives on.
© Devina S.