November 10th, 2011

happiness
  • stefka

Writer's Block: Hobby Lobby

What do you like to collect?


This is an easy one, and a hard one. If you take the definition of a collector to include any particular level of expertise on whatever it is that is collected, or has a certain minimum quantity of it, I may not qualify on all counts. So that's the hard part. The easy part is, I have several things I think of as "things I collect" on one level or another. I'm also starting from the premise that yarn and fabric stashes don't count. :)

Baskets. Oh, ye gods, lots. Patrick has asked me to cut back on the baskets, and I'm trying to do so (in all fairness, the last one that came into my possession was a gift, from my beloved faeriegypsy) (also in all fairness, I asked HIM to ease off on the toolboxes, and he is doing so, too), but I do love them. Lots of sizes and shapes.

Marbles. Since childhood, I've collected these, though I doubt my collection is worth a great deal (aside from ym enjoyment). Also, marlenemcc has enabled me by giving me quarters for the antique-store gumball machine that vends them over at Camelot Village, and I have some funky ones I picked up in a lot at an auction, including a couple of clays and a steelie. If ever I am able to do so, I wouldn't mind making marbles. The tools exist.

Buttons. Old, new, groups and singles. I love them, I have them, and I am almost never at a loss when one pops off a shirt or a skirt or a pair of pants. At present I have approximately a metric buttload of little MOP ones, if anybody needs any of those.

Rolling pins. I only have a few, and the variety is definitely lacking, but I don't currently have any good place to store/display more than I have right now, anyway. I have a standard wooden one with handles, two handle-less models (one flat-cylindrical, one with a curve to it) and a Polish pottery one. Which brings me to ...

Polish pottery. I have a rolling pin, a one-cup tea-making-teacup, and six beautiful plates we were given as wedding gifts. None of them match, and I'm perfectly fine with that. Want more. Would like, in fact, to have ALL my dishes be of this flavor.
tardis small

Writer's Block: Hand me a tissue, please.

When was the last time you cried?


Every time the day before my period starts. So I guess...two weeks ago? (Yeah, yeah. Probably TMI.) It also isn't limited to sad things that'll make me cry: I can be happy, sad, excited or bored and I'll cry over something every time if it's that time of the month.
повесть непогашенной луны
  • isiumka

Вопрос дня: Праздник к нам приходит

Хочется верить в то, что он есть. Помню в детстве, когда узнала, что Дед Мороз - сказка, сильно расстроилась. И после никому не говорила, что знаю правду. Даже родителям. Знала, где они прячут подарки и делала вид, что сильно удивлена, когда получала их.
Green Eyes

Writer's Block: The missing piece

What do you believe we are missing in this world?
Two things are missing the most in this world for me. One, a time machine. Two, something, anything that can transfer me to another dimension, may it be the past (but a time machine can do the job), or a fictional story. I know I'm being utterly unrealistic, and in defense of being a coward who just want to escape to a different world, I'm only being tired and numb of the current world...

Вопрос дня: Праздник к нам приходит

Теперь ты знаешь как утроен весь мир;
Тебе наверно нужно столько сказать. 
Теперь ты знаешь самый главный секрет...

Что никакого Санта-Клауса нет,
Что корабли уже совсем далеко,
И что не все мы попадаем на небо...
                                                                              ...(с) ЗимавсегдА - Приятных кошмаров
я

Вопрос дня: КВН - 50 лет!

Сегодня - Международный день КВН, любимой игре исполняется ровно 50 лет. В связи с этим вопрос: А кто по Вашему самый веселый и находчивый в мире?
Пуффендуйцы (они же Хаффлпаффцы), конечно! Солнечные наши барсучки)) И попробуйте только поспорить))

Вопрос дня: Праздник к нам приходит

Вы верите в Деда Мороза?
Верила долго и упорно) Родители поддерживали эту веру, за что я им очень благодарна! Сейчас, конечно, не верю в Деда Мороза, но НГ по прежнему ассоциируется с волшебством. Ведь традицию загадывать желание под бой курант никто не отменял ;)
Erzgebirge angel with book

Writer's Block

What do you like to collect?
I've never done the Writer's Block before, but I couldn't resist this one. I collect Erzgebirge angels like the one in the icon. These little wooden angels are made in the Erzgebirge, or Black Mountain, region of what was formerly East Germany. In Communist days they couldn't be called angels because that implied religion, but the angels were an important export item, so they were dubbed end-of-year flying figures. There are several workshops, each of which had a distinct style. The angel in the icon is a Wendt & Kuhn angel; I have a few dozen of these, including many members of the angel band.

Many of my angels are two-dimensional cutouts mounted upright on a little piece of wood with a holder for a small candle. My family used these as place markers on our dinner table when I was growing up. I have my own and my mother's, which she gave to me before she moved to Alaska. My brother has his own and our father's. My collection now includes many more angel candle holders, but we only use them at Christmas dinner. Karl has a boy angel pulling a little train and Lydia uses a chimney sweep that she thinks is less creepy than the angels. I'm planning on willing them to my niece, Eve, because she loves them and doesn't find them creepy at all.

I also have some angels for the Christmas tree that come from Erzgebirge. Some are flat and some are three-dimensional. I love them all and try not to buy too many on eBay because the tree is full.
Sinfest - Shakespeare

Writer's Block: Hobby Lobby

What do you like to collect?


Hahaha.

Books illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman

Books illustrated by Mercer Mayer (other than the Little Critter books)

Books illustrated by the Hildebrandt Brothers

Books illustrated by Maurice Sendak

Picture book versions of Beauty and the Beast

Picture books with lovely illustrations in general (especially fairy tales)

Pop-up books (especially be Sabuda)

Books written by Patricia McKillip, in hardback, with cover art by Kinuko Y. Craft

Vintage (really 'older than I am') hardback copies of the Chronicles of Narnia (mismatched)

Copies of The Hobbit (apparently. I have three different ones) and copies of The Lord of the Rings (also three)

Books signed by authors/illustrators of particular note to me (so far this includes Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Robin McKinley, Peter S. Beagle, Susan Cooper, Lloyd Alexander, Elizabeth Moon, Patricia McKillip, Trina Schart Hyman, Mercer Mayer, Patricia MacLachlan (pb), Garth Nix (pb), Brian Jacques. I really want a Diana Wynne Jones signature to add to my collection).

Blue glass anything

White cake stands/cake stands in general

Cardigans (apparently, since I have...a lot)

Mugs (apparently)

Maneki neko (lucky cat) things

Hobbies. Yes, I collect hobbies.

Вопрос дня: Праздник к нам приходит

Вы верите в Деда Мороза?
Да, я верю, наша жизнь полна всяких негативных эмоций и приятно знать что существует что то доброе и волшебное..
  • gunesru

Вопрос дня: Праздник к нам приходит

Вы верите в Деда Мороза?
А знаете ли Вы, что Дед Мороз (Санта Клаус) на самом деле есть никто иной как Николай Угодник. В результате археологических раскопок и научных поисков установлено, что Св.Николай появился на свет в 245 году в местечке Патара в Южной Анатолии, недалеко от Антальи (Турция). Он жил и благодетельствовал под именем Николас, а 6 декабря 326 года скончался и после смерти был объявлен святым. С V по IX век к его могиле, расположенной в древнем турецком
городе Демре, ныне Кале, на побережье Средиземного моря, совершалось паломничество. Читать далее...

Writer's Block: Hand me a tissue, please.

When was the last time you cried?

I had the single tear moment when my grandmother died- I loved her dearly, but she was going to a better place and I had to remember to be happy for her. that was in August... My last good cry...

Probably my breakup before last, with Rain. I didn't cry about breaking up with Ehren, at least I don't remember crying. That was toward the end of January I think.

Writer's Block: Hand me a tissue, please.

TBH
to answer this one I'd have to say that I lied in my last entry about not crying or taking it well or only being almost crying.

I basically got "played" however unintentional it might have been. All my friends (who know) have been trying their best to make me feel better (and if you guys are reading this, it's very appreciated and I <3 you guys ^^) but I'm usually not the type of person to show my pain in front of other people. It's the little things like how many "lol"s I type in a chat conversation or how twitchy and unsettled I am or the way I over-analyze what other people say... It's only the little things like that... that unintentionally show that I'm not quite myself.

I kind of almost wish I hadn't asked. I almost wish I hadn't tried to find out. But, at that point I was so out of it and confused that I was desperate for any action or path that would produce clarity.

He's sitting across the room from me right now... I really want to know what he thinks of this whole situation of not talking between me and him. Even though we don't see each other much to begin with it's still hard to accept this awkwardness that's between us.

Every time I think about the possibility that I could have lost another friend because of a relationship that turned out wrong I start feeling depressed. It's really hard to keep up this being happy and normal act in front of the people who don't know the whole story.

Every time I try to think under what circumstances would a relationship ever get to kissing without it ever being a relationship... how would it go that far if the feelings were evidently one-sided but the moves were made by the other side... I can't even begin to imagine how that would happen... I can't even begin to imagine how you could make the moves without the emotion behind them.

It's the idea that he did just that... it's the idea that makes me cry. It's the idea that I might have lost another friend that makes me cry. And I do. Where no one can see. Because I don't want my friends to be sad because I am. When no one can dare hear what I'm thinking. Because not everyone knows why. That's when I cry.

Not everyone believes what he said. Heck, no one believes what he said. They don't think he's the kind of person that could do something without the emotion. But I believe it. I believe it because I'd rather live now with the given pain than die later with a shattered hope.

"People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long."

When was the last time you cried?
tear

Writer's Block: Hand me a tissue, please.

Haha, what an appropriate writer's block question for my very first post in this brand-new journal...

When is the last time you cried?
Up until just 30 minutes ago, in bed.
I was getting sleepy 3 hours ago for sure while I was at the computer, decided to go to sleep at a regular hour like a normal person for a change.
And then I totally can't.

Once again, I'm feeling sad and alone and so scared of the future, what's in store for me once we do separate and get a divorce.
Can't shake off the sense of "what ifs": What if I didn't press the issue that time? What if I could've been just happier? What if I'd been a better wife?

But then, the answers are always the same.
I did have to press the issue because I was so unfulfilled.
I couldn't have been happier because we were NOT working out as a couple. 
It doesn't matter if I'd been a better wife because I still would've been sad on the inside.

Which comes to the inevitable conclusion that a divorce is what we must go through. 
But does it make it any easier?

Hell no.

When was the last time you cried?

Вопрос дня: Новогоднее кино

Если честно, то больше мультики люблю смотреть, такие как Анастасия)))
Ну конечно и другие на мотивы зимы, чудес и Нового года)

Какие фильмы Вы смотрите для создания предновогоднего настроения?
love me
  • jyjsoul

Writer's Block: Hand me a tissue, please.

When was the last time you cried?


Hm. I don't really know about writer's block, but...ah well.

The last time I cried...and I mean...really cried in a way that a man should cry. And I'm meaning uncontrollable tears and a tight chest and just a sudden flood of hopelessness kind of crying. Not any kind of happiness or overwhelming feelings of love or anything like that. I think it was when someone I cared for decided they wouldn't reject me right away.

It's funny, in a way. I certainly didn't cry when I actually was rejected, though, I think that's in part because I was already numb to the idea. I'm not a man who overly believes in things like fate or destiny. I think a little too much, most of the time. It's bad, I know, but I can't help myself. I knew what would happen. I always knew.

I just didn't have to face it until it was suddenly laid out. Jongwoon-hyung gave me a lot of advice during that time. I'm eternally thankful. Honestly, if I didn't have him... I think I might have just given up hope. It was a tough time for me, and for a moment, I actually hated myself. I hated that I could feel the way I did. I hated that I couldn't see it coming. I hated that even when it all started and I first realized...that I didn't run. I hated that I felt so out of control.

That's one thing about me that probably pisses some people off. Haha. I like to feel in control. Not to say that I'm some overly aggressive man or even a brat who has to have his way. I'm very capable of adapting and even letting myself become vulnerable for people I care about. Yet, I have things I live by. Rules of Jaejoong, you could say. With this person...I broke a lot of those.

It was something that felt so right...yet every little part of my head screamed that it was wrong. I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't stop myself. In a way, maybe, I'm thankful to have lost that person. I'm not sure what might have become of me if things had happened differently. It'd be a lie to say that I don't wonder at times. I figure that's natural.

...I got off topic. Haha. Anyway. I cried at that time, not because of anything like my feelings or...you know. I cried because really... I had caused a huge mess. I know I wasn't the only one to see how bad it was. I cried because, even though it was something that should have gave me hope, it was something that made me realize that it was going to be how it happened. I don't really know how I could explain it...but I don't know.

Maybe I just knew this person well enough to know that it just wasn't meant to be. I guess even as I was told nothing would change, I knew that it would. It had to. I couldn't live like that. I know who I am. I can't just forget the values my family gave me. Maybe I cried because I knew it was hopeless. Hell, maybe I cried because I thought I'd never actually be happy because if there is a master plan for life wrote out by God or whatever he likes to kick my ass. Hard. Haha.

Hm...but if I really do have a destiny and my life has all been some kind of intricate string pattern that has looped me around and around and under and over just to get me to where I am today... I can't say it's bad. Life isn't perfect, but I feel okay. Even if I can't control everything. I have so many reasons to smile. There's so much to be thankful for. There's so much I never said and will never get to. I just have to live without regret and keep following that little string.

Eventually, I'll get to where I need to be if I stop resisting so much and just enjoy the ride.
pensive evan

Writer's Block: Hand me a tissue, please.

Truly? The last time I shed tears was when that little monster was born. I walked away and cried alone in a bathroom stall at the hospital. It was atypical from how I remember crying. I did not feel any pain. This was an ironic, corny moment that Hallmark would try to capitalize on with grandiose words. To be honest, any words I use to describe this moment are trivial and meaningless. Nothing I write can describe the beauty I felt then. I felt alive again...like how I felt before I started living as if everything was over. I felt like I had a purpose to protect that little monster.

Now, matters with Red are always strained. I don't see him as often... The public opinion is that I'm not capable of rearing a child with the rough way I speak and act. I don't care if I'm cynical and see the world for what it is. I see that little monster for what he is, and he sees me the way I want to be seen. He cannot judge yet, and that is the most wonderful trait anyone could ever possess. It's something that only an infant can have. The skill will disappear, so maybe it's for the best I don't get attached. That way, the little monster will never be able to see me for what I am: an anathema.

Yeah. I'll be trite and redundant. Whatever. Life is only pain.
When was the last time you cried?
me - short hair and very Jewish nose

Writer's Block: Hand me a tissue, please.

When was the last time you cried?


Had a panic attack at work on Monday that involved crying, does that count?

Came down with the sickness and trying to avoid an extension so I can go back to therapy ASAP. Frequent nightmares in the past week and new schedule shift and throwing up all are taking a toll. Can't wait to go home and go back to my normal shift so I can write again.

Want to be excited for new Vampire Diaries, but need to stop feeling crappy first.

Вопрос дня: Праздник к нам приходит

Вы верите в Деда Мороза?
В защиту Деда Мороза!

Мой брат (меня он перерос)
Доводит всех до слез.
Он мне сказал, что Дед Мороз
Совсем не Дед Мороз!

Он мне сказал:
— В него не верь! -
Но тут сама открылась дверь,
И вдруг я вижу -
Входит дед.
Он с бородой,
В тулуп одет,
Тулуп до самых пят!
Он говорит:
— А елка где?
А дети разве спят?
С большим серебряным
Мешком
Стоит,
Осыпанный снежком,
В пушистой шапке
Дед.
А старший брат
Твердит тайком:
— Да это наш сосед!
Как ты не видишь: нос похож!
И руки, и спина!
Я отвечаю: — Ну и что ж!
А ты на бабушку похож,
Но ты же не она!

Агния Барто
Crying Brian

Writer's Block: Hand me a tissue, please.

When was the last time you cried?


Depends on the reason.

If it's because I'm hurt -- I can't remember.
If it's because the movie is good and there are touching moments -- a couple days ago.
If it's because someone I care about is dead -- I can't remember. It's been a long time.
If it's because I'm hormonal -- Years ago because I've stopped being hormonal. Comes with age.
if it's because I'm so angry that I could scream -- I let drama out of my life, so not since could still hurt me (years ago).
If it's because beauty stops me and brings me to tears -- every day.
Aiba Again...

Writer's Block: Happily ever after

What is your favorite childhood fairytale?


I have the anime version of thumbelina on VHS (soooo much better than the actual story), I probably watched that a few hundred times when I was little, like, I'm surprised the tape still works....I should copy it onto DVD before my VCR eventually breaks O.O....oh and I also had Lion King and Pocahontas on VHS but after one of my moves they disappeared :'(...or so they say ~.~!!! A small part of me believes someone got rid of them cuz they got tired of me watching them over and over again....just like someone recorded over the Jetsons movie I watched over and over again too v.v. Other than that... I had a bit of a Little Mermaid phase too. M parents got me this software that had like a storybook with special effects, a coloring book, a "build your own grotto" game, and my favorite, KARAOKE!!! I think my whole family sighed whenever they saw me put that disc into the computer cuz it most likely meant an hour or more of "THE SEA WEED IS ALWAYS GREENER, IN SOMEBODY ELSE'S LAKE!!!" and "LA LA LA LA KISS THE GIRL!" and "UP WHERE THEY WALK! UP WHERE THEY RUN! UP WHERE THEY PLAY ALL DAY IN THE SUUUUUN!! WONDERING FREE! WISH I COULD BE!! PART OF YOUR WOOOOORLD!!!".... so yeah i liked disney fairy tails....

-hiirken
amusement-cow tools
  • haldoor

Writer's Block: Hobby Lobby

What do you like to collect?


I collect too many things, although I'm not as bad as I used to be. I used to say I collect collections because I had so many.

Examples:

stamps
records (vinyl)
soft toy dogs
bookmarks
postcards
letters (from penpals mostly)
concert tickets
concert reviews
badges
stickers
writing sets (stationery)
books by particular authors
lists of things (mostly things I own or have done)
autographs

and on it goes... although the only really active ones these days are concert stuff, books of my favourite authors and First Day Cover stamps from NZ.
hauyu pichu
  • eqfe

Writer's Block: Hand me a tissue, please.

When was the last time you cried?



I'm a grown man, men don't cry.

Interestingly enough, I just finished rereading "The Incredible Victory: The Battle of Midway" It's a minute by minute account of that great battle, including eyewitnesses on both sides. It was interesting to read about the number of fighting men on both sides who shed a tear when they watch their ships sink.

Seriously though, one of my goals in life is to, as Kibran put it, "laugh all of your laughter and cry all of your tears." Crying is quite cathartic.

Writer's Block: Hand me a tissue, please.

When was the last time you cried?
The last time I cried? maybe 2 days ago... when I discovered the guy I love still has the name of an old crush hanging around his stuff... when i thought he had removed it from everywhere... hes not aware i know... hmmmmm does this seem like a silly reason to cry? certainly didnt feel like it, i felt my heart rip itself from my chest and flush itself down my stomach... I dont know what the hell to think about it... does it mean anything at all? was it an accident? does he still like/love her? could he be talking to her again? had he been lying to me all that time? Am I really anything of what he says to him? with all those questions i dont think its one bit silly...
Situation Normal

Writer's Block: Hand me a tissue, please.

When was the last time you cried?


Just last night. peter gabriel did a live webcast before his appearance on Letterman - and they played just a bit of the beginning of, Solsbury Hill, and that was IT. The man hadn't even hit the stage, yet, and I was already blubbering liEk a bitch...by the time he actually PLAYED the song, I was a-gonner. Love the stuff with the New Blood Orchestra. Love. His music is just so personal, and, at the same time, so universal - he still amazes me. Guess I'd missed him more than I'd realized.