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Name: Beverly
Country: Canada
State: British Columbia
Metro: Vancouver
Gender: Female
Expertise: welcome to another average weblog inconsistently chronicling the life of one small girl in one big city. i hope you will be oft motivated to tilt your head to one side and raise eyebrow in questioning expression in response and utter confusion as to why such a little one would bother to bore you with such mundane details of her life as if they were exciting...then realize that such are the excitements that fill up the days between worthy pursuits and memorable changes of heart...
Occupation: Actor/Artist/Student
Industry: Showbiz
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
MSN: beverly_wu@hotmail.com
Member Since:
9/2/2003
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| yes, xanga really is a thing of the past.
look me up on facebook. i'm there. so are my blogs.
and here and everywhere really. just scream my name out really loud and i'll hear you, guaranteed. unfortunately i can't fly yet, so i can't get to you but i'll hear your scream. my kids will be able to fly, but not me, not yet. | | |
| Esther open-tagged all university students....a long time ago. i am just getting around to reading the last few months of xanga digests...
(instructions:
list three things in each category that you'd recommend to someone.
please be appropriate!)
See:
- An intense rainbow falling into a perfect little Chilliwack country farmhouse surrounded by green GREEN grass, after a day of rain.
- An unusually prolific peanut containing 4 seeds instead of the usual 2.
- The panoramic sunrise view of Vancouver from the rooftop level of the Chinatown HON'S parking lot. If you're lucky, you'll get to share the view with my favourite seagulls in the city.
Hear:
- My roommate's cat Maddie, who coos like a chicken.
- the sound of birds at dawn.
- A world class barbershop quartet or barbershop choir performing live. Barbershop harmony chords RING, and if you close your eyes and just listen, it's like a wall of sound that resonates throughout your whole body in waves. Absolutely amazing.
Touch:
- My fiance Steve Hannah's hair. It's the softest, blondest stuff ever.
Taste
- chop up some thai basil, garlic, parsley, cilantro. mix with olive oil, parmesan cheese, salt. Highly aromatic (if you don't like stinky food) but tastes like pure pleasure.
- Taiwan Beef Noodle (at Granville and ~70th av)
- Wacky cake with cocoa-coffee frosting. Aaagh. Vegan and so so so so good.
Smell
- Rising sap in trees that filters into the air. Usually happens around the beginning of april, and makes the air smell sticky sweet, a bit like going camping in the forest. Makes me fill up with joy that spring has arrived!
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| Episode 002 comes to you courtesy of last night's late night journey through the foggy muck (moggy f*ck?) of brain confetti...you know, that stuff that happens generally as you try to fall asleep. So I decided to write it all down.
Episode 002 - The Revenge of the Nursery Rhyme
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had SO many children, she REALLY didn't know what to do.
So she took them to the barber,
down at the harbour,
and commanded him to dye their hair blue.
Hickory, Slickery Hock,
That pig ran up her frock.
The dame yelled "WUN!"
The pig squealed "TUN!?"
Hickory Slickery Hock!
Hippity hippity hop,
the bunny hopped to the top.
The top fell down
bunny broke his crown...
Hip *ouch*...Hip *ouch* ...Pity...
For the vertically challenged sports enthusiast:
"Hickory dickory dock!"
The 'mouse'...ran up the clock.
The coach was mad
The crowd was sad
Bickering flickering jocks
We sang "Peas porridge hot" in Alison's warmup yesterday morning...got it stuck in my head, in various unorthodox configurations...
Seize courage not
Please forage gold
Squeeze orange by the blot
Fine glazed mold.
Freeze! Courage caught!
Seize! Storage'd gold,
Ease orange over naught
I've played, rolled.
Me's the boorish fought!
He's the foolish bold,
Tease the poor-ish into pot
Blind, payrolled.
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| Here is the product of today's free writing session - no i'm not into hippy dippy freudian blotting neccesarily, just adding some much needed flow to my non-existent writing of the past many years. well, almost free, in that I gave myself the limitation that it had to turn out somewhat like a story. transcribed from my illegible notebook.
Session 001 - "Style and Myles"
Once upon a time, Style and Myles got muddled in a puddle.
Style asked Myles, "why would I get fried while watching forks fly out windows of no particular importance?"
Myles replied, "simple, my dearest Style, because the so called fork you saw flying out the window was no fork at all, it as a rather large broom on the brink of failure!"
Fried was just a manner of saying what was really true of course, that Style was merely seeing things of no particular importance. All this, but they still did not figure out the puzzle of the puddle! Why were they in a puddle when they got muddled?
"aha!" said Style to Myles "I think I know why every time I blink I get the muddles! It's because yesterday out a blue-orange coloued sky a fork fell and hit me on the nose when I looked up accidentally."
Myles looked up again and saw a beautiful blue rose tinkling with raindrops shining in the morning sun. It seemed to be humming a song,
"a dream is a wish your heart makes", like a music box! Chiming again again like in dreams, making everything much more real than it possibly could've should've been!
"A dream is a wish your heart makes! When you're fast asleep..."
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| I shall call it: RANDOMINDOORDIRTOPHOBIA, otherwise known as fear of indoor dirt that I did not create. Examples include, bathroom counter /sink edge buildup, dirty countertops, hair/dust balls, MOLD, MILDEW, other stuff growing on moist surfaces.
FUCK it's really bothering me right now, because i've just come out of a round of kitchen cleaning. Fuck Fuck Fuck I am just SOOOOO freaking out fucking anxiety attack i need to curl up in bed in fetal position and feel warm and dry and safe for a little while.
I'm not afraid of bacteria, but I have this really big problem with mildew and mold. weird, eh?
Outdoor dirt I am completely okay with. I'll stick my hands in good garden dirt any day.
Hastings street dirt I have a bit more trouble with, as it could possibly be infected with god knows what, but that's because the outdoors become indoors for the people who live on the street.
I am also very afraid of the inside corners of BOOTHS AT RESTAURANTS, because they have dirty sticky corners.
See, my room is messy right now. I don't mind it because it's my room and i created the mess. i just don't like dirt i didn't create.
AAAGH somebody feed me a valium before i jump out the window - - - - --
These are my greatest fears. Thank you for listening.
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