Broken Shield and Sword

…. I nearly fell asleep in JRN class. And for a class that I like, that is REALLY bad.

Must have been the lack of coffee this morning and then eating the Mamee for lunch. Bleh.

1. MUST NOT SMOKE.

2. Must have the ability to make me laugh.

3. Must be tolerant of me yakking away about nothing on hours on end, but must also contribute to the discussion.

4. Must be presentable. (Not have teeth falling out and has decent hygiene… Though the last up for debate)

5. Must, to an extent, be a nerd/geek. Useless trivia a point.

There are two guys in my life right now that are actively courting me. I will admit it here that I do like one guy more than I like the other, but whether that liking is going to turn into another love is another matter.

What I’m most concerned right now is the fact that I’m on the rebound. Am I over Nick? I don’t know. Do I really want to embark on a relationship carrying baggage from my previous relationship? I don’t think so. No repeats of the past again as well.

This song came to mind on Saturday while I was thinking about it:

What part of no don’t you understand
(Understand understand),
I want a man not a boy who thinks he can,
Boy who thinks he can!

Thing is, I’m pretty sure that one of the guys who reads this blog knows what I’m talking about. And yes, I consider him a man. Now the other is another matter.

Bleh. Am upping my criteria a bit.

About my digestive system, so do not say that you have not been warned:

For those who don’t know, I have a very strong and weird digestive system. So does most of my family. What would cause others to get food poisoning just causes us to spend long, productive hours in the toilet. It also lets me know when my cooking should NOT be given to others. Not to mention what kind of food combinations I should avoid.

Case in point: Chocolate milk and the college’s Iced Coffee should not be drunk within the space of two hours or else it’ll cause Nature to call you. And it ain’t a really pleasant experience. :p

In other news, yes, Ti, she’s fine. I’m getting the details from her later, so will let you know through here, okay? You just enjoy WS! Oh, and that fanfic idea sounds great! ^_^

No wonder I was feeling so uncomfortable the past few days… Tai Ka Che was in an accident. She’s alright though, but still worried… Will be seeing her tomorrow, so hopefully it’ll be okay lor…

*Paces up and down*

Beautiful Dreamer a poem by Stephen Foster

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull’d by the moonlight have all pass’d away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life’s busy throng.

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E’en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Stuck in college till six as I have one passenger who will not leave till then. *Sniff*

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

*Re-post this if you think homophobia is wrong.

1. MUST NOT SMOKE.

2. Must have the ability to make me laugh.

3. Must be tolerant of me yakking away about nothing on hours on end, but must also contribute to the discussion.

4. Must be presentable. (Not have teeth falling out and has decent hygiene… Though the last up for debate)

5. Must, to an extent, be a nerd/geek. Useless trivia a point.

6. Will let you know. ^_^

Meh… So I’m going to cover the World Cyber Games (Malaysian Leg) this weekend with Dusty Hawk. So here’s to hoping that I can remember what questions to ask the people there when I see them.

Oh, and the car was sent to the workshop today for a check up and servicing. I love my baby.