Time to Spare?

I have popped in, from a chaotic world, to pay a visit to my neglected blog.  However, my little centre on cyberspace is hardly what you would call a reprieve from chaos.  My name has been condensed into an unusual combination of letters - the entire blog is in shambles, and I am distraught.  :S  It is my doing, I must confess.  Shortly before the demise of my enthusiasm, I found myself fiddling (sheepish grin) with the editing panels. Warning to all people who are deprived in the areas of technology, find themselves unable to resist the urge to correct several hardly visible defects in their blog, and then subsequently discover that they are unable to undo what they have accomplished.  If you can call it an accomplishment.  A condensed body of text.  A VERY condensed side panel resembling a pair of skinny jeans, hanging out to dry in a corner of cyberspace.

I am sadly defying the laws of grammar in this discourse, but there are times of the day, week, month, and year when one finds grammar an impediment, rather than an aid, to expression.  Only sometimes.  Usually I am a devotee to the Great Grammar Cause in modern society.  But tonight - my eyelids are drooping.  I am, amid my ramblings, vaguely considering the closure of my blog due to non-attendance and lack of personal euphoria.  Familiarity breeds contempt, I suppose.

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7 Minutes

For seven minutes:


The sky gushes, weeps, expostulates beyond the square of window, and the shade of awning.

One free space in my life between homework - and homework...

A crisp emotionless voice decreeing an earthquake

For seven minutes I can write and apologise for the fact that I have attempted to superwomanize myself - and failed miserably.

I can express my extreme impatience toward my class, and my tolerance (?) of their imperfections.

I remember, with distaste, the syndrome of randomness, which many of them have contracted, to a severe degree.  Momentary mind blanks last only for five seconds, before they are dully broken by the question, "Why is it so quiet?"

Seven minutes are gone, and doubled.

Only a Girl

One day - rose-coloured months, and gold-spangled weeks, and rainbow-banded days

One day – Facebook and friends and fame

One day – globe-gliding, word-weaving

One day – riding on the shoulders of hills

One day – soaking in the blue passion of sea and sky

One day – a sky steeped in blood and beauty

One day – words of caliber and colour

One day – ravenous souls, raptured minds  

One day – personified dress-essence

One day – the epitome of pinkness

One day – a dream of a Valentine

One day – the blood of roses, and the flesh of lilies

One day – fragrance of a kiss

One day – foam clustering, clinging in white masses

One day – golden fire in my hands and my heart

One day - loving lingering baby-fingers

One day – soft subtle tea in the liquid hour

One day – a wilderness of books

One day – centimetre marks on the wall 

One day – masses of A's on paper

One day – scholar-black gowns

One day – mother pride, mother fire

One day – idle magical moments…

Only a girl – but a girl with dreams.

Things in a Rainbow

threads of rose
lavender smiles
a cupful of fragrance
jewels made from rain-steps
a cutting of sky
shards of broken stars
laughter-hugged webs
dark bruised cloud
young sun-fingers
piece of dress grass-woven
and the kisses of the world...

A Day at the Tennis :)

Photos courtesy of Dad :)

Posing with the "ballkids"

Shadows :)



Jerrome lookin' cool with sunglasses...

The following photos courtesy of Jerrome

Justine Henin at the ready...

Former World No. 1 Justin Henin serving

Apologies for the vagueness of the photos - but you must agree that Jerrome and Dad are great photographers!

I demand comments - OR THERE WILL BE NO MORE POSTS AND MY BLOG WILL BECOME NON-EXISTENT.

Cont. of Pictorial Perspective, 2010

The computer (or Blogger), at an inopportune moment, decided that it it was fed up with my devices.  It proceeded to sulk on my desk and would not allow me to continue with the post.  In the end, I posted it while I was in the middle of amending one of my sentences....instead of contacting the administrators and volubly expressing my anger and frustration to the sympathetic ears of my family, as I should have.   As you can see, this is the perfect example of my impatience mercy and kindness toward my erring computer.


Cont. of Pictorial Perspective, December 2010

One of our mornings was spent in the observation and the study of seals on Seal Beach.  Unfortunately, our studies of this fascinating creature had to be done several metres away from the seals themselves, for the sake of preserving our noses from the unique odours of the seal, and also for the sake of the seals' welfare.  These seals were particularly photogenic, because Dad was able to catch the following shot...

The title of this photo is rather obvious, isn't it?  At least to my perceptive readers...

Seal-Kiss

The Seals - and I

We also visited the Lavender and Honey Farms on KI, and feasted on honey and lavender icecream.  I know, the very thought of those two words together is weird, and I cannot say honestly that I enjoyed it ...still, it is an acquired taste, and if you ever have the opportunity to visit KI, I recommend you people to try out this new flavour of icecream, just in case you happen to like it!  :)

I will never forget our visit to Emu and Vivonne Bay, the two MOST EXQUISITE AND AWESOME beaches I have ever visited!  The sand was white, pristine, silky - just the type of sand you want on a beach of your dreams - the water was clear and cold and refreshing!  Jerrome and I spent our time running in and out of the waves - reliving the past :) - and running madly up and down the shore so that Dad could take "action" photos.  We even drove our car on one of the beaches!  It was the experience of a lifetime!

Running on the beach

Precious Moments :)

Shoedom

Randomness

Exploration of Rockpools was next on the agenda.  Dad, Jerrome and I ventured into the rockpools near one of the bays and clambered over the rocks, wading in the cold water and keeping out of the way of the gap in the rocks where water rushed in and filled up our little pool.  I was constantly on the alert for tidal waves, tsnuamis, etc. - as I always am - and that partially spoiled my enjoyment of our rockpool adventures.  Jerrome occasionally spoke about "large" waves entering our pool and cheerfully outlined the possibilities of a tsnuami.  In whatever he intended to do to me, I think he was very effective.

Rockpool Adventures

The highlight of our trip was our visit to the Little Sahara - a world of immense sand dunes and mini "sandstorms".   I must say that it is aptly named for its enormous expanse of sand!  We really enjoyed our first experience at sand-surfing down the dunes.  It was fantastic!  We finished our Little Sahara episode with chips - which was, of course, part of our holiday routine, since we had resorted to one bag of chips per day (luxury), and adopted a delightful diet, including our first taste of lobster!

Excelsior! 

It was certainly no laughing matter to climb up the sand dunes after our descent.  They were very steep, and the ascent was exhuasting....

but the exhiliration of the ten seconds when we flew down the hill was worth it! 

We returned from our holiday relaxed, refreshed, and rejuvenated.  I don't think any of us will ever forget our Kangaroo Island experience!

THE VIOLIN CONCERT

This is just a recap of the annual Christmas concert for our Music School.  (Please be patient with me, readers - imagine, I have broken the record for "Perspective" !  This is the longest post I have done yet!

Jerrome and I both learn violin, so we performed at the ML Music School Christmas Concert.  It was an exciting, and new, experience for both of us, since neither of us had publicly performed on the violin before this concert.   We were both very nervous, but the actual performance was, thankfully, successful, except for several errors made by SOME of the violin trio (performed by Jerrome, our music teacher, and I).   Jerrome performed first - a solo performance, for the first time in his life.  Even I, his reluctant sister, was forced to admit that he performed well!  That was followed by the violin trio, and then by my performance.  No comments.  Overall, it was a great experience for us in increasing our confidence!

Jerrome playing with passion and pathos :)

You can probably guess who this is... :)

Are you satisfied now, anonymous follower?  :)

I MAY be posting something on a dinner my friend, Jerrome and I prepared on New Year's Eve...in the near future.  Till then - readers must learn to exercise the quality of patience.

A PICTORIAL PERSPECTIVE OF 2010

I have been sadly negligent in regards to this blog, so I most sincerely apologise and promise to reform in the future.  Perhaps regular blogging will be one of my New Year Resolutions!  :)

I will, for the sake of my readers, summarize the major events of December, 2010.  By using a pictorial perspective, I will grant the desire of a certain persistent follower who shall, out of the mercy of my heart, remain anonymous.  

KANGAROO ISLAND:  5-10 December

Our trip to Kangaroo Island was a highlight of the year for our family!  I spent my school's Camp and Activities Week with my family, doing weird, wild, and wonderful things and seeing the splendour of KI for myself!

On the ferry.....tortured by the fear of sea-sickness!  :)  Thankfully the sea was unusually calm on the day we travelled to KI. 

This is a picture taken of another ferry which was passing by us on its way back to the mainland.  

An island off the coast of KI - THIS is what i call "Spectacular Loneliness"

We dedicated some time to visiting lighthouses - Cape Willoughby Lighthouse, a tall "beacon"-style lighthouse, and Cape Borda, which we were told was the "real" lighthouse despite its short, square appearance, because it was powered by a larger light source, etc., etc.  There seems to be no love lost between the two lighthouses!  :)

Cape Willoughby - rival lighthouse of Cape Borda, both of which we visited....

We had an exciting (and educational :D ) tour of Cape Willoughby Lighthouse, directed by a friendly tour guide who told us about the history of the lighthouse beacon, and then took us up the 101 steps.  We were not allowed to go up to the very top, unfortunately, but we were able to enjoy the amazing view!

After visiting Cape Willoughby, we headed for Cape Borda and were forced to listen to the tour-guide libelling the name of Cape Willoughby!  It was a most awkward situation - as you may imagine... The firing of the cannon, however, "cooled" things off a little.  The noise of the ball exploding from the cannon was ear-splitting (but thankfully I was standing a respectable distance from the cannon, not;  

No one that I know of could capture a photo of the ball of fire proceeding from the mouth of the cannon (unfortunately) !  We could only get the smoke.... :(