Susu's magic trunk

Be patient with your children.

"Stop crying dear, be a big boy."

Who says big boys don't cry? Or girls for that matter?

posted by Susu @ Monday, May 29, 2006 0 Comments

An abnormal Diet

Liver paté and cottage cheese. Add some chocolate and mineralwater (with bubbles) and there you have my new diet. I honeslty don't think this is good for me. And I've lost about ten pounds. No, I'm not trying to loose weight, I've just, eaten, less than usual. I always loose weight when Summer is here. And I've basically stopped eat meat. Fish, chicken and seafood. Ok, the liver paté is lurking in the fridge but... but I barely eat fish, chicken or seafood when it's served. I'm becoming a vegetarian. I think. Meat disgust me. I feel weird when I eat it. I know what yuou're thinking.

"Oh, she's one of those who thinks stop eating meat will save pigs and cows from their slaughter destiny."

No, that's definitely not the reason. Occasionally I can consume that kind of food. Two days ago I ordered a kebab. Yesterday... no meat. (Except for the liver paté and the tiny slice of seafood paté I ate at work.. I don't even know why I'm eating it?!) Talk about having serious food issues.

Well, now it's time for me to take a piece of stolen dark chocolate!

posted by Susu @ Monday, May 29, 2006 0 Comments

The End of A Nightmare.

I woke up, in the crack of dawn. A white dove was staring at me with its warm eyes. The wind was blowing easily and the flowers from the cherry three followed wherever it lead. The sun was shining and there was no cloud in sight. I could feel the sunbeam in my skin and body. I winked, yawned and stretched a bit. I realized I was not in my big soft bed between cashmere sheets and my handmade quilt, I was on my porch.

Stop.

Rewind.

What the f**k am I doing here?!

I ask myself this question over and over again, and I begin to panic. I take a look around my porch, confused and freaked out. Then I see them. A pile of cans and bottles and broken glasses. Shattered glass is lying all over the floor when I enter the house. Broken lamps, clothes and yuck! My foot stepped into something sticky, which I think is dried coke. I continue to walk, slowly and careful, and I get more and more freaked out. What the hell has happened?! It looks like a freaking circus! A raid! By now, I was all sweaty and shaky. I passed the big mirror in the hall. There was a disgusting cut on my forehead. Broken lip. The blood had coagulated. It looked as if I'd drunk blood. My shirt was torn and my pants were dirty. I could feel the panic devour me and take over me. I shook my head and continued to walk. It looked pretty much the same everywhere, so I decided to go upstairs. Squeaky sounds from the stairs gave me the creeps. Doors were open. Some clothes, bottles, cans, plastic cups. The usual things you'd find on a party the day after. My heart began to pound faster. There was something on the wall, which was not supposed to be there. It was all dry and a darker shade of red. The trace led me to the attic. Great. I was surprised that my memory hadn't come back yet. My heart was pounding like crazy and the adrenaline made me shaky and unstable. I plucked up a baseball bat from my brothers room. I didn't want any surprises. I had the bat at the ready, then I pushed the door open to my room.

And there it was.

The Body.

Blood had splattered over the walls and ceiling. Big pools of dark red semi coagulated blood reflected the image of me, with the bat in my hand. I slowly lowered my arms and the bat slipped out of my sweaty hands. The Eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. The mouth was open aswell, and it was all red. There was a silver dagger in his heart. He had been cut all over the body. Another thought crossed my mind.

What if the f*****g maniac who did this, is still here?!

But it was too late. I saw him. I saw the reflection in the pool if blood. He grabbed and dragged me to another room. The bathroom. Before my Life flashed before my Eyes, I screamed like never before, and then he put an end to it. It was all pitch black.

Then I woke up. For real.

"MOM! GET SNUFFLES OUT OF MY ROOM! HE'S CHEWING ON MY NEW SHOES!!"

posted by Susu @ Sunday, May 28, 2006 0 Comments

Back on the Horse again, ey?

I somehow can't leave this fantastic World of blogging. (I'm on my third one). I leave it, and then come back again like a on/off relationship (Ross and Rachel). Anyway, not that I'm back on the Horse again, I really need to empty my skull. Words and thought are lingering and hiding in different parts of my unorganized brain like an untidy room. Now, I need to sort my thought and file them up. But where to start? I'm holding loose ends and... it's like a matchmaking (Ugh.. datingservice). No, sorry 'bout that. I know what's causing my confusion:

Graduation.
Hot guys on TV. (No, I'm joking, really)

Summer and ice-cream, graduation, getting thinner, graduation, future, graduation, graduation and again, graduation.

Did I mention graduation?

It's driving me nuts! (More than I already am 'course.) And, I do miss one person. I can't believe he actually is on the other side of this goddamn World. Luckily for me, a 1900-century smartass invented the phone, and another smartass invented cellphones and texts. Not to mention the smartass who invented the computer and the freakin Net!

All my thanks and Amens to You!

I have yet to see him IRL. It's funny, right? It kind of is. I wonder though, if we did meet, what would happen? How would we be like towards each other? I mean, I'm pretty much in love with the guy (not like that stupid...). I called! From here! To Japan! Then he called me back when I was doing the laundry. I think I yelled at him once or twice or more.. possibly...

The heck with this! My ass hurts, my eyelids are putting up a great fight of the sleep or not to sleep war, but I’m not tired at all. I'm gonna stay up as late as I can and write. Write till I spill my guts out. Scratch that. I'm gonna write till my fingers are full with nasty blisters. Ok, scratch that too. I think I'm just gonna write till I get tired. I need to stay away from tea, coffee, sugar and fat. Those things really depresses me and give me the biggest anxiety and anguish you can imagine. (they're bigger than DP:s boobs, that's for sure...) It's such a bummer.

Now, for the question I've been longing for: how do I manage to have random thoughts simmering inside my head like this? No matter how much I write, I still am unorganized. I start to write about one thing, then that leads to another thing and it goes on and on like a freaking domino! I talked to my manager(s) , Sara and Chris(tina). Sara said one hell of a memorable quote "That is how it's gonna be your entire life.. Plans don't always go through, so you need a backup plan or improvise". Clever woman, huh?

Yeah.

This is where it all ends. For tonight.

"Your ailing heart and you criminal eyes..."

posted by Susu @ Saturday, May 27, 2006 0 Comments