Wednesday, June 29, 2011
- This is a descriptive piece I wrote for my speech class. I've been meaning to shoot a short video with it but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy it.
Trickles of salty sweat slivers down the nape of my neck as I stand on the edge of the pier looking at the picturesque pristine lake in front of me. The sapphire water glistens under the sweltering summer sun. With each slight puff of the scorching July breeze, the shimmering light would coquettishly frolic from one speck of water to another, dancing until the lake scintillated and shimmered like a thousand raw jagged diamonds.
I take a deep breath and the pungent aroma of prickly pine trees, so heady and succulent, engulfs my senses. The biting scent tickles my nostrils while the dry air parches moisture from my lungs.
Thin sharp needles of heat soon greet me, piercing through my thin cotton sundress. To cool off, I dip my feet into the lake and feel tepid tresses of velvety liquid caress around my toes. A small sigh of contentment escapes my lips as my feet playfully swirl with the water. Swoosh, swish, swoosh. My feet flicks up and the water ripples like a beating drum. Fast thumps that soon hushes.
The scorching sun was relentless in her rage and I soon gave in. Taking off my dress, I plunge into the gleaming lapis waters. Darkness echoes around me like a bittersweet symphony as I let myself sink, deeper and deeper into the endless dark abyss. My lungs start to burn, my heart starts to pound, my ears start to ring. I pull my arms up. My feet pedal upwards, faster and faster. Harder and harder. Gasp! I push to the surface and take a big gulp of air. The sharp scent of the pine trees meet me once again.
As the roaring fire in my lungs calmed and the throbbing of my heart dulled, I float on my back and close my eyes, listening to the soft soothing lullaby of the waves dancing against me.
Monday, June 27, 2011
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear;
And whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet )
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
And whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
- E.E. Cummings
Monday, June 20, 2011
I finally checked out some reading books I've been meaning to read: The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath), East of Eden & Grapes of Wrath (John Steinbeck), and Dreams From My Father (Obama). I'm starting with The Bell Jar and I think I'm going to use many quotes from there. It seems like such a haunting and eloquent read so far, which tend to be my favorite reads.
I hope you all had a fabulous weekend!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
I've noticed that pretty much all of my blog posts have been of me in a skirt or dress so I decided to do one wearing pants. Yes, I do occasionally wear pants, mostly in the colder days of Autumn and Spring and Winter, but if it's warm enough then I usually live in skirts and dresses. I just love the texture of dresses, whether it be the soft, cool caress of cotton or the luxurious feel of silk.
And I swear, I am getting addicted to polka-dot prints this year. I just bought two playsuits from Goodwill and both are polka-dots! I am quite excited to wear them as I've never donned on a playsuit before because of my short stature. But they didn't look too shabby in the dressing room.
And happy Monday dearies!
Friday, June 10, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
I turned 22 yesterday! It wasn't much fun since I couldn't do much because I was sick with a sore throat. When I woke up I was barely able to speak. My voice was so hoarse, it sounded quite scary to my ears. I really want to do a small barbecue and eat s'mores and tell ghost stories around the campfire this Friday, but we'll see how my throat feels.