flowerc’s blog

so, when i moved here... i brought with me exactly THREE hair ties.  one purple and two black.

Trinity: My name's Trinity.
Neo: *The* Trinity? Who cracked the IRS d-base?
Trinity: That was a long time ago.
Neo: Jesus...
Trinity: What?
Neo: I just thought... you were a guy.
Trinity: Most guys do.

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Oracle: I'd ask you to sit down, but, you're not going to anyway. And don't worry about the vase.
Neo: What vase?
[Neo turns to look for a vase, and as he does, he knocks over a vase of flowers, which shatters on the floor]
Oracle: That vase.
Neo: I'm sorry...
Oracle: I said don't worry about it. I'll get one of my kids to fix it.
Neo: How did you know?
Oracle: Ohh, what's really going to bake your noodle later on is, would you still have broken it if I hadn't said anything?

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Tank: Here you go, buddy; "Breakfast of Champions."
Mouse: If you close your eyes, it almost feels like you're eating runny eggs.
Apoc: Yeah, or a bowl of snot.
Mouse: Do you know what it really reminds me of? Tasty Wheat. Did you ever eat Tasty Wheat?
Switch: No, but technically, neither did you.
Mouse: That's exactly my point. Exactly. Because you have to wonder: how do the machines know what Tasty Wheat tasted like? Maybe they got it wrong. Maybe what I think Tasty Wheat tasted like actually tasted like oatmeal, or tuna fish. That makes you wonder about a lot of things. You take chicken, for example: maybe they couldn't figure out what to make chicken taste like, which is why chicken tastes like everything.
Apoc: Shut up, Mouse.

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Neo: What are you doing?
Trinity: I'm going with you.
Neo: No you're not.
Trinity: No? Let me tell you what I believe. I believe that Morpheus means more to me than he does to you. I believe if you are really serious about rescuing him, you are going to need my help. And since I am the ranking officer on this ship, if you don't like it... I believe you can go to hell. Because you're not going anywhere else. Tank, load us up.

[this doesn't READ as well as it SOUNDS]

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[last lines]
Neo: I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I know that you're afraid... you're afraid of us. You're afraid of change. I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin. I'm going to hang up this phone, and then I'm going to show these people what you don't want them to see. I'm going to show them a world without you. A world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries. A world where anything is possible. Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you.

lately... is the title of a lot of my playlists ... just because i like to put in the songs i listen to lately in there... and now i've ended up with up to "lately14" on my itunes playlist.

dear ms. brain,

how are you?  is my cranium serving you well?  are the walls of my skull thin or thick enough, to your liking?  how does it feel, controlling me every day, minute by minute, second by second?
i'm writing mainly because i have some questions... like, why do you insist on zoning out these days?  why does it seem so comforting and relaxing to do so?  is it because you have a lot on the mind, err... on yourself?
also, you seem to ache a lot.  why the frequent and painful headaches?  i even bought two (TWO!) new bottles of excedrin for you.  do you know what this has cost me?  yes... a whooping 15 dollars (give or take a few, i really don't remember... again, YOUR fault).  also, why the sudden signals of stress?  is it the tests?  or is it the app that i have yet to finish?  because if it's the apps, you gotta cut me some slack... or not.  but still... cut ms. stomach some slack because the stress related gastritis, the acid secretions constantly giving me pain in the abdominal region, isn't something that i enjoy.  in fact, it keeps me up at night, which probably stresses you out even more, so please.... for the love of beef jerky, please stop.
i beg you.

really.

cordially and forever yours,
me... the rest of the body

long since have i wanted a ring....

no, not for marriage.... but for my own purposes of admiring it on my finger.  a simple, thick (or thin, if it's nice lookin') banded one that i can fondly look at and may add to the list of "one of the rare items you see on me all the time".

it's true.  i don't really like wearing necklaces or bracelets for too long because A) they tend to get damaged by my rather un-graceful movements (so, if i like the thing, i try to take care and not wear it) and B) because, after a while, anything can get clunck-y and/or sticks to my skin in the hot weather and starts to get annoying.

but... a ring... that i wear... just wear... this is what i have been fantasizing about... because, if i'm too scared of commitment as to the point that i'm too fickle to get a tattoo... then I want a ring, damnit, and i want a good one.

so, i've been saving up (not really, i'm in debt) and watching out with my hawk eyes (not really, maybe mole eyes) to find the perfect ring.

i have to say... i think the cartier panther rings are cool looking... although, i don't know if i'd want a panther's head on my finger on ALL occasions.

Cartier-panthere-small1

i do like their other simpler styles too...like the LOVE bands and the strappy looking ones that i don't know what they call...
bvulgari is also nice (and expensive) but they don't really do... simple (aka non-diamond studded) designs that suit my tastes.

i wonder if there's a ring out there for me.

but for now, "i'm not cool enough to be in the band."

and for now, i must be content with my cheapo, plastic, pink/white and black checkered ring that i got at claire's for three bucks. -____-

the search has not ended...
*__________* (hawk eyes)

the cats that live around this apartment building are really... cunning.

they stretch out on the walk way/ side walk staring at you as you coming walking towards them.  they gaze at you with their heavily lidded eyes, as if they're like: "what the heck is this big clumsy creature doing sauntering over towards us?"
and they stay stretched out on the walkway until you're about one or two steps away... and you're hesitating because you don't know if you should walk around them or step over them if they don't move... the walkway is really very narrow and you can't really go around unless you want to step off the walkway completely and make a huge circle...
and then right when you're thinking this, their eyes grow wide and it seems like they're saying: "Oh my, look at this huge human... so scary!" and they scatter away like YOU'RE the one carrying the fleas and whatever else they may have gotten while they were living as strays. -_________-

so... it has become my secret pass time to sneak up on these cunning kitties... i've done it too... like twice.  scared the crap out of 'em...
*muahahahah* (laughs evilly)

lately, the head honcho of the kitties has changed.  when i first came here, it was a huge black and white cat that i called "moo cow", but about three weeks ago, moo cow got really skinny (relatively... compared to her hefty weight before) and another tortie kitty started to get fatter.

then, about two weeks ago, i saw moo cow wandering over by the secluded parking lot, BEHIND out apartment building, well away from the huge trash can, which (i'm assuming) is one source of food.  in any case, moo cow doesn't roam the walk ways anymore.  instead it's the tortie family... all inclusive.  and lately they've had kittens.

cute little things that prance around and scatter when you approach, but peek out to watch you as you walk away.

so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuute ^______________________^

elton john - sorry seems to be the hardest word...

What have I got to do to make you love me
What have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that youre not there

What do I do to make you want me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I say when its all over
And sorry seems to be the hardest word

Its sad, so sad
Its a sad, sad situation
And its getting more and more absurd
Its sad, so sad
Why cant we talk it over
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word

What do I do to make you love me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I do when lightning strikes me
What have I got to do
What have I got to do
When sorry seems to be the hardest word

You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You're always crazy like that.
And I watched from my window,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You're always the mysterious one with
Dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive
But too cool to care.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather.

Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees, and...

These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.
You're always brilliant in the morning,
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar.
You'd teach me of honest things,
Things that were daring, things that were clean.
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.
I hid my soiled hands behind my back.
Somewhere along the line, I must've gone
Off track with you.

Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself.

You took your coat off,
Stood in the rain,
You're always crazy like that.

the search

i search

backwards thinking

of lost memories

scraps of intelligence

in the cycling world

before me

i long

the pull

the emotion

that will rise up

take me by the fibers of life

make me live

the want

to feel it

taken by the world

shaken violently

rough

so that the tumultuous result

lies within me

for the pure emotion

i search

the search

I've still been searching
And long have I waited
For someone to like me as me
To laugh with
To cry with
To be just beside with
A friend that's who I need

To fight with
Make up with
To know that you need them
Believing that they need you, too
To walk hand in hand with
To argue to talk with
A friend that's who I need

And even though
I make mistakes
And never do anything right
A smile, a hug
Can change all that
And everything will be alright

Someone who'll share all my dreams and ambitions
Someone who'll love me as me
I need this person
Someone to rely on
A friend that's who I need

A friend that's who I need