Weekly Photo Challenge: Treasure

What do you treasure? What’s most important to you?

IN A NEW POST CREATED SPECIFICALLY FOR THIS PHOTO CHALLENGE CAPTURE SOMETHING YOU TREASURE.

When I think about treasure I think of them. They’re little people now but I can’t wait to see what kind of grown ups they’ll be years from now. It’s a privilege to be their big sister, I get to influence them, to make them be good and kind. I love them missing teeth, scarped knees, weird giggles and all. They fill my days with screamed warnings and annoyance but at the same time make me laugh and feel better when I’m stranded. They anchor me in a world that’s bent on challenging my will. Such days will come for all of ‘em and I’ll be there to get them through it. That’s what we do with our treasures, we protect them.

D.

Daily Post: Take That, Rosetta!

If you could wake up tomorrow and be fluent in any language you don’t currently speak, which would it be? Why? What’s the first thing you do with your new linguistic skills?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us TONGUE.

- February 10th

This is a toughie. I eventually want to teach English as a foreign language so I had narrowed down a few but asking me now to pick one, hmmm. I think I’ll tie with French and Italian. I’m breaking the rules here, but everyone love a rebel, right?

If I magically become fluent in French I’d jump at the chance to explore the lesser known art exhibits, where I believe a few jems are tucked away. I love the breathy, lilting sound of French words, the faraway feelings the evoke withing me. It sounds pretty.

If I woke up speaking Italian like a native: restaurants. Seriously. I hear authentic Italian food are to die for. It’s like a bonus because while I stuff my face I’ll have a lovely view out of what ever window I’d look out of. Like French, Italian to me is very expressive and … seems more alive than most of the languages I can recall ever hearing.

Both languages are romantic and I find their respective countries rich in culture that I’d love to study and experience. Both shoots a thorough dose of fernweh (which is German, by the way) though me.

D.

So, I went to the book store …

And this is what I found when I got back.

Looks like a pretty good haul if you ask me.

Eeep! I’ve been waiting for a couple of ages to get the Divergent series in physical copy so I could gobble them up properly. The covers are delicious and the two last ones are lovely hardcovers! I’ll be taking it easy with Percy Jackson but I have high hopes for those. A few of my aunts have recommended Agatha Christie, so check. Who am I kidding, I got my last push of encouragement from Doctor Who, there was that episode of Christie and a freaking huge wasp, Donna was cute about the whole thing.  Not exactly big a fan of Girsham, however, Kid Lawyer looks interesting though it sort of reminds me of his The Client, the most obvious difference is that this one’s for ages 8 and up.

I have an inclination to devour bits and pieces of archaeological finds, basically origins, and naturally when I stumbled across Written in Stone, I said why the heck not. I made sure to check that the narrative wasn’t bone dry, fortunately it seems promising. Unfortunately, when I was about to leave my eye snagged on a much larger, much detailed and graphic text. I was officially broke save for a few bucks and boy didn’t that suck? Also, upon the discovery of my cold pockets my heart clanged in painful angst when I saw Stephen King’s neat guide on writing. I’m mentally wailing at this point.

Oh well, I did go on a budget. I’m kind of worried though. I already have a stack of books to be read and I’ve finally dusted off The Fault in Our Stars

The music this week #2

This week is ending on high nerves and sweet depression. Music usually helps a lot, that’s why I can’t go a day without listening, it’s like a light in the darkness. I’m all for the older decades so some of these won’t surprise you. Here’s what’s been on my radio waves:

It’s Friday and fortunately for them they’re in love. Not me. I am a solitary soul and love is a dream.

I find that I liked the German version better. This translates to 99 Red balloons but I read somewhere that it’s actually ‘Air’ Balloons. I think the change was for political reasons, air balloons and the war, or I could be reading into it wrong. Nena’s voice has this breathy tone and I think it went well with the hard groovy beats. My family has gotten used to my dancing madly to this by now.

Need I say anything? This is sweet! I realize that the music change with the times and influences but I do wish there were more songs like this these days.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition

Wandering with my camera, I often find my eye drawn to strange bedfellows. Juxtapositions. Foils. Unexpected pairings.

- Michelle W, The Daily Post

 

I’d taken this some time late last year, right behind the school. The wire lined the entire compound, but this particular part of the fence separated us from the untamed green land some miles beyond. This section was shaded by a dwarf coconut tree, the one I’d like to stand under those hot days and it was on one such sweltering morning when I noticed these vines twisting their way around the length of the wire and the barbs.

The contrast was immediate. Such thriving life form that should dare to advance

Ladies and gents, I’ve entered yet another fandom

via Pinterest, click photo to see more.

I’m halfway through season one and have been taking it easy. I mean look at Merlin, all cute and rebellious and so so sassy. He gets into trouble and then I hold on tight and force myself to keep my eyes open to see things crash in front of him. Never mind that he manages to get off somehow, it’s painful to see stuff blow up in his face. I’m currently at ‘Lancelot’ and if you’ve seen that one, you’ll know the extent of trouble he could be in for.

Arthur might be a royal pain in the ass but I can understand why he sometimes act the way he does. He’s brave and noble and is feeling the weight of his responsibilities getting heavier by the day. Knowing what’s right and then going about to actually doing what is right is not as simple as I might have once thought. There are so many rules and customs, some unfair. It’s not easy being king. But seriously, he can be an ass.

I’m both alive AND sane. Can you believe it?

I’ve been a few hours almost straight on the computer watching the missing Doctor Who specials from 2009, that’s technically before and a bit after Matt Smith. Wibbly wobbly time whimy. I had to scour the Internet for these three episodes, one of which I had to watch in FOUR different parts. Two words: ‘effin buffering.

So, you see, after the technically last episode of season 4, The Next Doctor, I jumped right into the fifth series with a brand spankin’ new doctor. I was like: what the fecking french-fries? David? What happened, mate? How did you regenerate into Matt? Was it because I blinked?

After a brief info request I was informed that there were three episodes that aren’t included in the Netflix collection. It was like jumping from Cyber King to fish fingers in custard! Eek, no seriously, eck.

The music this week (Whovians, you’ll want to see the last one!)

Music is important to my soul. There’s not a day that goes by that I haven’t heard that sweet concoction of sounds. Even if it’s only the wind. I thought it might be nice to compile some of the new music I’ve discovered for the week or the ones that kept on echoing in my mind. In no particular order:

What it is – Mark Knopfler  (or click here)

Heart of glass – Blondie (or here too)

Now this is a jem! Whovians brace yourselves! (HERE! DAVID TENNANT IN HIS DANCING SHOES)

Daily Prompt: Quirk of Habit

Today’s Daily prompt is  “Which quirky habit annoys you the most, and what quirky habit do you love — In yourself or others“

 Hmmm, I used to do these regularly once upon a time. Well my peeves aren’t that extensive:

• I am highly annoyed when I’m disturbed whilst reading, even if it’s a blinking receipt.
• I find it irritating when I have to begin from season one of a show when I find myself in the middle of the fifth one. If it really knocks me out then and there I’ll do what I must.
• When people put down books and shows/movies before they even give them a chance, especially when they feel it their responsibility to rant off to me.
• People picking their nose indiscreetly.
• Unbearably loud, stupid music.
• I lied, there’s probably lots more.

My habits are simple enough:

• I pace while I talking to myself to work out the effects of a high caffeine intake.
• I love socks, matching ones and odd pairs. I often have a pair in my purse next to an ever present book.
• I assign people into Hogwarts houses in my mind, depending on their personality.

The Army of Ghosts, and I’m scared

How often does a television show change the way you feel, the way you see the world, even if the sensation is a momentary flame whose echo of heat will follow you to the corners of your life? I’ve mentioned before that I’m watching Doctor Who from the start, I’m now at season two, and about to see episode 13; Army of Ghosts. I’ve witnessed the regeneration of the Doctor and the obliteration of several great evils but I’m not sure I’m emotionally stable to survive this one and talk properly.

I sure as hell wasn’t prepared for this series, never dreamed how it would affect me, the way it make me want to dream and wander. I’m overwhelmed by David Tennant. Christopher Eccleston was fantastic – you’ll never hear me say otherwise – but David has that extra ‘oompf’. Rose. Oh sweet custard, Rose is a storm.