Monday, October 13, 2008

3 Gifts.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcfcfHrA-3Q
(Gu Zheng : Under The White Wind - Bei Bei)

A gift from family - a mix of imperial and black in the form of two rings for one's wrist.

A gift from an acquaintance - longevity and little pieces of polished stone in the form of a neck adornment.

A gift to myself - a ring for one's finger.

Jade.

It balances and protects the body's qi.
A talisman, a status symbol of dignity, grace, and morality of the wearer.

My first piece of jade, a gift to myself, was purchased many years ago. A ring, which in turn broke one evening. I was later told from China that jade being such a strong stone, is unlikely to break. That Chinese lore believes that when jade breaks it is accumulating the bad spirits that were in the process of doing the beholder/wearer harm. I had always worn that ring since the day I bought it and it took a great deal of searching to find the right piece to replace it. But to my delight, I found a piece that seems more suiting to myself a few years back. This piece is most important to me, a gift to myself. My piece of jade. It isn't fancy or ornate. It is in jade's natural form... it possesses wabi.

"Charity is typified by its luster, bright yet warm; rectitude by its translucency, revealing the color and markings within; wisdom by the purity and penetrating quality of its note when the stone is struck; courage, in that it may be broken, but cannot be bent; equity, in that it has sharp angles, which yet injure none."
- Xu Shen

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Sir, Can You Hear Me!?!

I didn't forget. How could I forget someone I have known for...
gosh, 17 years now.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJt5KXP0cZM
(Can You Hear Me - Enrique Iglesias)

A high school / military buddy. We went through alot way back when in the stone ages.... adolescence. We went through even more at 8 years time. Who would of thought out of contact, yet such a small world would reconnect us after such a distance and time.

10 years... along with Tink, I would have to say the best years of my life. Our little family.

I didn't forget, I just haven't found the words, let alone finding the right song. To capture, recapture, or represent. I would initially have thought to use a former tune, but then this new spry song hit the charts. And it was a muse to my reason.

At 14 years we still communicated, if even afar.

At 17 years, oh my god to think I would even dare... we are growing up together.

Most Memorable of 17...

Welcome to the House of Mouse Pads. How may I help you today?
Well let's see, just what kind of mouse pads do you have?
We have every possible, imaginable mouse pads one could think of...
We have bumby ones, smooth ones. We even have ergonomic ones, and the kind filled with gel... yanno for support and all...

Checkers.

DJ'n.

The best... Teddy Bear Hugs.

For support and all.... it seems in venturing away from Never Neverland (Yet, I still am a firm believer in the Peter Pan Theory) has lead us to be each other's support and trust and count on person. We can always be who we are without hesitation. We can always ask. We can always offer.

A friend in need, is a friend indeed. And Sinbad ate the end pieces.

We've been through alot my friend.
Bad times, bad relationships, deaths.
But the good times most certainly out weigh the bad.
Good times, good talks, good advice, good music, good food, good places, good people, and good laughs.

A friend until the end. Can you hear me?

Hey! Hey! All The Way Dj, Let's play... Now let's do our dance. Hands up, circling in a backward motion... You know the one ;).

Accomplished.

Over 2 years ago, I could not even walk.

1 year ago a goal was set to walk 8 km to see a second 7 wonder of the world. At this point, I would not have been able to do it.


2 years, 10 months have passed. I set out early this morning with my good friend, China. We donned our backpacks and gear for a good day's hike. The weather seems to be holding. It is not too cold, and most certainly not hot. I just hope it doesn't rain and no fog.

The place of destination is a subluxation plate that shifted in the Earth over 1 million years ago. Creating a colossal monumental array of massive fallen stones.


The way up is long and unsafe in certain areas. The marsh is wet and footing is a key thing, along with balance. Most certainly something I lacked over a year ago. Upon arrival, it is almost as if you enter into a surreal state. The area seems out of place with the rest of the normal surroundings. It is quiet, and possibly even eerie in its lacking of sounds. Now that I think of it, there were no birds or other fauna around. Yet the flora was superb, with a vast amount of berries for picking. Good thing we brought some containers to collect blueberries, cranberries, some other type I am not familiar with.


A river runs through it, and has created little ponds among the fallen creation. Fresh drinking water flowing down in between, full of minerals.


There is a book at the final location. A book you can write your name in. I couldn't help think of the books of Myst, the environment having that same quality. It was absolutely amazing. Definitely worth a year of painstaking rehabilitation. Definitely worth the long hike out. As a monumental achievement for myself, I wrote my name down on that weathered paper.


I sighed and looked around and then spoke to my friend, "To me this day serves a purpose of determination and achievement. A beginning of a new journey through this point in my life and forward". She in return stated,
"I am honored to share this accomplishment with you."

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Beware...

The Vampire Frog Mouse!
A couple weeks ago on the radio, it was reported that this creature (directly translated) was killing people in Venezuela? Correct me please, but I think that is where the radio said it was located. I laughed so hard! Don't get me wrong, I feel sorry for those who have lost their lives to this alleged critter, including their friends and family. But I couldn't help it. After coming to my senses from a hard core bout of laughter, it then reminded me of a book I read as a child... Bunacula. I even did a book report on the book and drew a picture to present to my class for final review - HaHa! Anyway, if you ever visit the northern tip of South America... Beware!

Monday, October 6, 2008

Deep Down.

I just love my new suit!As posted months ago, I ordered a new dry suit. It arrived way back when, a fresh new concept to make female cold water diving more... pleasurable.
A BARE Cordura.

Today was my second dive in it. I had some difficulty with the new hood, so I think before I hit the wreck I'm going to try out my old hoodie. Still have to add some more weight, I didn't realize how heavy my other suit actually was!

Warm...
Dry...
Wet on the outside...
Soft...
Totally flexible...
Immense motion and positioning...
A perfect fit...
Underwear snug and sexy, matching every curve...
I can even bend over and touch the floor.

Did you forget that I am talking about a dry suit :P ?

In The Motions And The Things That You Say.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8crIHgjG1_I
(Gravity Rides Everything - Modest Mouse)

I have a knack for creating my own words. Generally, I end up in a flurry of mind to mouth connection, combining two words into one. Fortunately, my closest friends communicate in this same fashion and understand me completely - phew. But what makes this phenomenon so interesting is when you hear a word you have created from a person you don't know. So then you wonder if your created word is in circulation, or if some other persons were as intelligent and creative as yourself to do the same?