Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Broken Trust

She stands in frozen horror, her eyes focused on what used to be a precious object. An intricate crystal, fragile, beautiful, once held caressingly in her hands; now, a scattering of shining pieces, the light casting a rainbow shine on the ground where each tiny piece lay.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

An Almost Made Up Poem, by: Charles Bukowski

I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’s all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I’m not jealous
because we’ve never met. we got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched. so you went with the famous and wrote
about the famous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried about
their fame –– not the beautiful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awakens
in the morning to write upper case poems about
ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they’ve told
us, but listening to you I wasn’t sure. maybe
it was the upper case. you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, “her, print her, she’s mad but she’s
magic. there’s no lie in her fire.” I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’t happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn’t help. you said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. it was best like this.

TRUE paintball

So, my youth group went paintballing (and judging by the yells, it puts a bit more emphasis on PAIN). And while I wouldn't play myself, (hurt my knee) I got some awesomeastic moments on my new iPad. :D This will probably be my best kept memory of TRUE ever…

Isaac not wanting a picture (I'll get it sometime! Mwahahahah)!

Joash, showing 'irritating' confidence.

Poor Vince… It's intern season…

The Black assassin!

The Black Team!

The Camo Team!

Come at me!

Careful strategizing.

Jeremy, Vince, and Joash, proudly the first three to lose both lives.

My sister, the Hawk, proudly showing her painted arm…
…and the fact that she, the probie, beat the Black assassin.

Jack and Joash being guys.

Joash, still retaining his swagger, even in defeat.


Londi, proudly showing her stash of PAINtballs…

Isaac, taking shots at Vince probably…

Poor, beaten interns.

(Ow, that hurts just to look at it)…

Vince, bruised, Londi, virtually unscathed, Jack, bruised…

Readying to go.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Star Trek: Into Darkness

We watched Star Trek: Into Darkness…
It was intense.
It made me jump out of my seat at times.
There was cryworthy parts (for me at least).
It was adventurous.
It was action full.
It was hilarious at times.
There are the rare few awesome sequels, and this is one of those few…
(oh yeah, I upped my age a year yesterday)!!!!!!

The Hawk and Khan.

The Lion and Khan.

The Dove and Khan.

Me (the Bear) and Khan.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013


I found this among a bunch of other Paint pictures I made on an old Dell when I was little. I remember I made this after I watched a Star Wars movie. I haven't the foggiest idea which one it was, but I remember A.) The reason why I watched it was because my best friend (who was a boy) insisted that girls shouldn't watch Star Wars because it was a 'boy movie', B.) It was the one where Luke and his sister were born and Anakin turned into Darth Vader, and C.) R2D2 made a big impression on me. Which explains the picture actually...

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Beloved memories

Treasured memory number one: 2007
Location: America
The three Brubaker gals having a 'slumber party' (if you could call it that: we lived in their house for the best part of a year) with the Packer gals.

Treasured memory number two: 2010
Location: Malaysia
Little Lydia, finally getting up the courage to pet a baby chick.

Treasured memory number three: 2011
Location: Malaysia
Dinner with the DeHarts. The four Brubakers, Lydia, and the DeHart girls (my big sisters :3), proudly showing our stacked creation.

Treasured memory number four: 2012
Location: Malaysia
The firsties of the Friend 2 Friend group.

Treasured memory number five: 2012
Location: Malaysia
Friend 2 Friend secret Santa Christmas celebration!

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Young Lady Spring

Young Lady Spring,
New leaves come.
Blossoms bud,
Bumblebees hum.
Young Lady Spring,
Fluffy chicks hatch.
Does are with their fawns,
Tadpoles in a batch.
Young Lady Spring,
Old Man Winter sleeps.
The sun shines on the snow,
Melting their icy keep.
Young Lady Spring,
The grass collects dew.
The pussy-willows grow,
The sky a clear blue.
Young Lady Spring,
A mystical being.
Young Lady Spring,
The Lady of Spring.

Love haiku

It's being with friends
It's that one kiss between us
True love is LORD God