Super Cicra was back from her holiday in the Bahamas. Why the sojourn had prolonged itself to more than the stipulated 7-days, (precisely to 3 weeks and 2 days) was a mystery which Cicra was determined to keep to herself until death did her apart.
"You got lost" stated Le Mon as soon as she stepped into her bedroom.
He could almost see the shock waves radiating out of her nostrils, and the questionmarks and exclamation marks hanging in the air around her lightning-striken hairstyle.
" You left your map and your toiletpaper on your bed, and I really don't want to think what replaced the latter. And CNN reported an abonimable sand-woman on the islands. Didn't you notice the drastic lack of human life-forms?? "
"Well, there was this friendly ape-like guy, very little guy in there infact, I thought he was speaking Spanish! How on earth could I know he was speaking Monkey?? I know neither of the languages!"
Monday, November 26, 2007
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
"I want to be invisible!!"
"But Super Cicra, think before you decide. You have one last wish and you are going to waste it like the other two?! Can't you think of something better than a fake Louis Vitton purse, a red catsuit and being invisible?! Don't you want any money??"
The genie ended his plea with a sob. Some heros where not meant to think after all. He wished he was on the other side of the situation. He'd be at the Bahamas, smoking Cuban cigars and watching a regiment of brazillian brunettes sunbathing in no time. But, life was hard, and he had a living to earn, and so, with a flick of the finger Cicra was gone..
or rather, she was still there, but you could hardly notice her. There was just a very faint blur at the outline of her invisible self. The rest was, well, invisible. The genie was sucked back into the lamp, and Cicra was fast asleep in no time at all. As long as invisibilty didn't effect her eating and her sleeping, she yawned, she was quite ok with it.
7 o'clock.
Air-raides, very realistic bomb shells exploding, an ear scorching scream...
Cicra still snored. Not even this alarm had managed. It left the room in silence and went to search for a bottle of pills to swollow and end his life's greatest shame.
After a while Cicra decided it was the right temperature and atmospheric pressure to rise out of bed, and so she did, knocking over the lamp, the lamp- shade and shattering both with a nasty smash to the ground. When she had managed a safe return from the kitchen, having emtied half the contents of the fridge in her nuclear-bomb shelter stomach, she slipped into her uniform and lazily and of course, clumsily, glided out of the window.
She landed in class, and for the very first time managed to get to her desk without attracting the Professors attention. Then she turned round to Le Mon, who sat behind her, and asked for a mirror, but alas! he ignored her completely! She stood out of her chair, and ignoring the fact that the Professor wasn't screaming his head off at seeing her stand out of her place, finshed inside Le Mon's bag for the mirror. When she finally found it and looked into it...
It suddenly dawned on her that the events of the previous evening where not a dream! She was invisible! She was suddenly also aware of all the students in class racing, terrified, out of class. Of course.. all they had seen was Le Mon's bag suddenly opening and a mirror gliding out of his bag. In normal circumstances people would just have looked terrified at the knowledge of Le Mon carrying a mirror, today was a threat.
"Now let me see. How do I switch this off. She searched all over her body, in her smelly arm pits. for any button or lever or whatever would switch off invisibilty but to no avail. She was doomed to be invisible forever!
"But Super Cicra, think before you decide. You have one last wish and you are going to waste it like the other two?! Can't you think of something better than a fake Louis Vitton purse, a red catsuit and being invisible?! Don't you want any money??"
The genie ended his plea with a sob. Some heros where not meant to think after all. He wished he was on the other side of the situation. He'd be at the Bahamas, smoking Cuban cigars and watching a regiment of brazillian brunettes sunbathing in no time. But, life was hard, and he had a living to earn, and so, with a flick of the finger Cicra was gone..
or rather, she was still there, but you could hardly notice her. There was just a very faint blur at the outline of her invisible self. The rest was, well, invisible. The genie was sucked back into the lamp, and Cicra was fast asleep in no time at all. As long as invisibilty didn't effect her eating and her sleeping, she yawned, she was quite ok with it.
7 o'clock.
Air-raides, very realistic bomb shells exploding, an ear scorching scream...
Cicra still snored. Not even this alarm had managed. It left the room in silence and went to search for a bottle of pills to swollow and end his life's greatest shame.
After a while Cicra decided it was the right temperature and atmospheric pressure to rise out of bed, and so she did, knocking over the lamp, the lamp- shade and shattering both with a nasty smash to the ground. When she had managed a safe return from the kitchen, having emtied half the contents of the fridge in her nuclear-bomb shelter stomach, she slipped into her uniform and lazily and of course, clumsily, glided out of the window.
She landed in class, and for the very first time managed to get to her desk without attracting the Professors attention. Then she turned round to Le Mon, who sat behind her, and asked for a mirror, but alas! he ignored her completely! She stood out of her chair, and ignoring the fact that the Professor wasn't screaming his head off at seeing her stand out of her place, finshed inside Le Mon's bag for the mirror. When she finally found it and looked into it...
It suddenly dawned on her that the events of the previous evening where not a dream! She was invisible! She was suddenly also aware of all the students in class racing, terrified, out of class. Of course.. all they had seen was Le Mon's bag suddenly opening and a mirror gliding out of his bag. In normal circumstances people would just have looked terrified at the knowledge of Le Mon carrying a mirror, today was a threat.
"Now let me see. How do I switch this off. She searched all over her body, in her smelly arm pits. for any button or lever or whatever would switch off invisibilty but to no avail. She was doomed to be invisible forever!
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
tamarind on memories
Not so long ago..
...I was different. I was a different me. And there was one particular warm person, a sort of guide, or a hero, something of the sort. Today we spoke again, after two years, and that warm feeling of security came back.
I miss having someone in my life whom I trust completely. Someone who can give me all the security in the world with just a touch on the sholder. I remember him as determined, and wise. I remember his frown, his anger, and his angry pose. A friend whom I respect alot. A person who has a dream, and his struggling to make it real.
He has taught me alot about life through volleyball; how to stand on my own two feet for instance, or how to give everything without expecting anything back, and how friendship last beyond the test of time and age.
People say it is sad that memories fade away from our mind, and that pictures blur out. I say that memories don't fade, they just get transferred from the brain to the heart; and down there there is only space for feelings, and no pictures.
This person and the world he represents, and my life back then, are a special feeling in my heart, a heart that has been kicked around quite badly of lately. But the warm feeling remains and the crave to revisit it is every day growing stronger.
X-sel
...I was different. I was a different me. And there was one particular warm person, a sort of guide, or a hero, something of the sort. Today we spoke again, after two years, and that warm feeling of security came back.
I miss having someone in my life whom I trust completely. Someone who can give me all the security in the world with just a touch on the sholder. I remember him as determined, and wise. I remember his frown, his anger, and his angry pose. A friend whom I respect alot. A person who has a dream, and his struggling to make it real.
He has taught me alot about life through volleyball; how to stand on my own two feet for instance, or how to give everything without expecting anything back, and how friendship last beyond the test of time and age.
People say it is sad that memories fade away from our mind, and that pictures blur out. I say that memories don't fade, they just get transferred from the brain to the heart; and down there there is only space for feelings, and no pictures.
This person and the world he represents, and my life back then, are a special feeling in my heart, a heart that has been kicked around quite badly of lately. But the warm feeling remains and the crave to revisit it is every day growing stronger.
X-sel
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
time.. what a ruddy invention
I know exactly how the soldiers in the Troy horse's belly felt.. how delicious swearing at Helen tasted, and how painful your eyes start feeling after looking at the sky (or the horse's interior) for the nth term of eternity. Yes, it's my defect. I can't stand waiting, I just can't bear it. Why ever on Bogus' bald head should I wait when I did my very best to get there on time?!! And why should the other person feel offended when I comment about how tedious it was to wait?!!
Why I hate it so much? oh well, because I think it is completely disrespectful. Would take much less effort to just plainly state that "hey, I really couldnt care less about you."
Ok, accidents happen. People can be late for a very valid reason, and that's fine by me. But waking-up-late is not a valid reason in my standards or in anyone's standards for that matter. And then don't blame me for having spent my time building up rage inside my stomach. At least I spent it on something.. YOU were wasting it!! For crying out loud!
Anyhow.. will you wait a bit while I go get myself a coffee? ..
Why I hate it so much? oh well, because I think it is completely disrespectful. Would take much less effort to just plainly state that "hey, I really couldnt care less about you."
I'd just say thanks and leave..NOT WAIT.. which is important. Time is not everyone's pet, planning ahead is not in everyone's brain power.
Ok, accidents happen. People can be late for a very valid reason, and that's fine by me. But waking-up-late is not a valid reason in my standards or in anyone's standards for that matter. And then don't blame me for having spent my time building up rage inside my stomach. At least I spent it on something.. YOU were wasting it!! For crying out loud!
Anyhow.. will you wait a bit while I go get myself a coffee? ..
Monday, March 19, 2007
Trust and Doubt
As the saying goes: "once bitten twice shy", and I am tempted to add on to that with "twice bitten, forever shy". How can I trust someone who bit me twice without the slightest thought going to a what-if-theres-a-third-coming-up? Doubt kills life. I am not sure whether what I see is truth or my fear manifesting itself. And sour dreams dont help. My mind has the very uncomfortable habit of dreaming my wildest fears, which somehow, don't seem all that wild and impossible when I wake up. The eternal conflict of trust vs doubt.. in the end probably none will win...
Saturday, March 17, 2007
counting backwards
Yesterday was "il-gurnata nazzjonali tas-sewqan taht is-sorm" which translated in sensible english is "national day of people driving really close to your rear.. bumper". It was not a very pleasant day, especially when I had to drive down a really steep hill with no lights (pitch black.. spooky view from the rear view mirror..), with over 115 traffic signs (yes i counted them) and with lots of roundabouts and islands spread about like baubles on a christmas tree. I'm sure any sensible person (sensibility, like common sense.. is not so common) in their right minds and with their limbs at heart would understand my not exceeding the 60kmh. I had this very irritating conincidence of cars full of drunken idiots driving oh so very close. It was scary I tell you. No sudden braking allowed in such situations, unless, of course, you feel like a free flight (taxes included) to hospital. Anyhow, I escaped this experience unharmed and unharmed.. with a small tip: pressing the brake peddle very lightly doesnt slow down your car.. it just gives a heartattack to the moron driving a fart's distance away from your car .. *zmile*
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
listen, big guy..
I am not kneeling. But probably I'm doing what people that knee do.. and it's not proposing. I'm going through what I used to hear about when I was in primary school. And at that point in time some warm feeling inside used to reassure me that, no, that was definitly something which I wouldn't go through. Now I'm older, and it's actually happening. What is most frustrating and frightening is that it's not happening to me. And it's horrible to see someone droop, and retreat, and give up, and grow old and fed up. It is so beyond me and so ugly. And it is so not fair. Helplessness is something I want away from my ME.
Please, let it all be ok, let something happen that makes all this worthwhile. Give him back his dignity..and a life. I'd be very glad to give him mine, just to see some spark back in that body. It's called balancing weights..
Ei man.
Please, let it all be ok, let something happen that makes all this worthwhile. Give him back his dignity..and a life. I'd be very glad to give him mine, just to see some spark back in that body. It's called balancing weights..
Ei man.
Monday, January 22, 2007
oh, her... well...
what would other people say about me..
Sh: she's nice, she's intelligent, and she's a wonder to talk to... when she gets the chance cioe
Mum: the oldest in age..the youngest at heart. And the softest and cudliest of the 3 sisters.
Dad: the one that owes me most money
Lula: the nerdiest sister on earth, but cares.. and a good taxi driver
Teftufa: the one that gets on my nerves most..lives in a world of her own
Fishing Rod: My curse..my blessing when I'm in a good mood. Thinks she's always right.. Zatat.. lives in a horrible road.. sapientona..rompi pal**..
Genisis: the stubbornest stubborn mule in universe. With the most ego-centric brute for company ever possible
Kiki: agrees with Genisis .. she needs to open her eyes and close her heart. But I trust she'll do the right thing in the end.
... to be continued/edited/deleted
Sh: she's nice, she's intelligent, and she's a wonder to talk to... when she gets the chance cioe
Mum: the oldest in age..the youngest at heart. And the softest and cudliest of the 3 sisters.
Dad: the one that owes me most money
Lula: the nerdiest sister on earth, but cares.. and a good taxi driver
Teftufa: the one that gets on my nerves most..lives in a world of her own
Fishing Rod: My curse..my blessing when I'm in a good mood. Thinks she's always right.. Zatat.. lives in a horrible road.. sapientona..rompi pal**..
Genisis: the stubbornest stubborn mule in universe. With the most ego-centric brute for company ever possible
Kiki: agrees with Genisis .. she needs to open her eyes and close her heart. But I trust she'll do the right thing in the end.
... to be continued/edited/deleted
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Ċiċra woke up feeling like she had slept for months. She'd only been sleeping for a week, time enough for her superheroine battery to recharge completely. She walked slowly to the bathroom mirror to see the state of her own self after 7 days of awes0me relaxations and dreams.
"I need to start working more, and waste this energy more often.." she grumbled, barely understanding herself ( not a surprise after not having talked for so long).
Now you'd probably remember having glimpsed at the box of other super heros and reading that their battery runs low..and eventually out.. after approximately a month. Batman's and Superman's run out every other minute.. that's why we never actually get to see them around. In Ċiċra's case, this happened for the first time in 21 years, need I explain why?
Anyway, it was time for her to set off and see what remained of the world after such a lenghty break..eeqhemm..i mean.. absence. She walked over to the furthest side of the room and sprinted towards the window, and.. BAAANG!
"*&$*"(!_)("(€)_)().. I knew I had forgotten something! )"(_€)*(€*$(*€(*&(__)*@ "(notice the € sign featuring here..)
She opened the window, and again, sprint and ..OUT she was in the morning air. Her flying had not been effected by the small nap at all! It was still clumsy, jerky and very dangerous for people having baths on the opposite side of the continent.
Her trip was very brief indeed. Soon enough (and no one was expecting otherwise) she was clinging off a tree branch looking like she'd suddenly felt the urge to indulge in a very lively and aggressive lettuce. Then.. BLUM to the ground with a tump that had the Krakatoa burp a cloud of toxic lava fumes.
The thought of flying again didn't cross the very limited parking lot behind her forehead. So off she set with a nice, steady pace towards her assistant (who's name escaped her..) 's house.
"Hello you, I have a problem."
" Oh, err..good morning Ċiċra, how can I be of help?"
"My nose is sooo cold, I just can't get it warm!"
"Of course it's cold. Your nose would be cold even in summer 'cause by the time you manage to warm it up, it would be Winter again!"
..and she still didn't notice how strange his accent was...
"I need to start working more, and waste this energy more often.." she grumbled, barely understanding herself ( not a surprise after not having talked for so long).
Now you'd probably remember having glimpsed at the box of other super heros and reading that their battery runs low..and eventually out.. after approximately a month. Batman's and Superman's run out every other minute.. that's why we never actually get to see them around. In Ċiċra's case, this happened for the first time in 21 years, need I explain why?
Anyway, it was time for her to set off and see what remained of the world after such a lenghty break..eeqhemm..i mean.. absence. She walked over to the furthest side of the room and sprinted towards the window, and.. BAAANG!
"*&$*"(!_)("(€)_)().. I knew I had forgotten something! )"(_€)*(€*$(*€(*&(__)*@ "(notice the € sign featuring here..)
She opened the window, and again, sprint and ..OUT she was in the morning air. Her flying had not been effected by the small nap at all! It was still clumsy, jerky and very dangerous for people having baths on the opposite side of the continent.
Her trip was very brief indeed. Soon enough (and no one was expecting otherwise) she was clinging off a tree branch looking like she'd suddenly felt the urge to indulge in a very lively and aggressive lettuce. Then.. BLUM to the ground with a tump that had the Krakatoa burp a cloud of toxic lava fumes.
The thought of flying again didn't cross the very limited parking lot behind her forehead. So off she set with a nice, steady pace towards her assistant (who's name escaped her..) 's house.
"Hello you, I have a problem."
" Oh, err..good morning Ċiċra, how can I be of help?"
"My nose is sooo cold, I just can't get it warm!"
"Of course it's cold. Your nose would be cold even in summer 'cause by the time you manage to warm it up, it would be Winter again!"
..and she still didn't notice how strange his accent was...
Thursday, January 04, 2007
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