I got a wonderful jolt of a feeling today.
You see, remember those flying dreams I had been having often a while back? Just recently. I would fly up as high as possible, and then let myself fall, knowing I would be able to stop myself from smashing onto the hard ground below.
Today, we had to attend this Second Life workshop. I did the writing and research part, because I didn't really feel like tampering with complicated architecture. However, I got to play with the finished result, I got to fly.
I did just that. I flew as high as I could go, until I was in the clouds. I could barely see myself, white mass was all around me, but I felt the wonderful feeling of being free. My legs dangled below me, and, for the first time, no pressure was on them. I could go wherever I wished, I only had to fly. However, I let myself fall to earth. I sped groundwards, stumbled a bit on the ground, but I was back up and walking in a flash. So, I can fly in Second Life.
How I wish I could fly in the real one.
My cough is better, but I am still craving heaty food. On my way home, my mouth drooled at the thought of that deliciously sinful western steak and fries, drenched in mushroom sauce. I also felt like eating a currypuff, the A1 one at Ang Mo Kio, and Bengawan Solo's egg tart. I devoured a whole packet of Houten chilli tapioca crisps on the long bus ride home, before I fell asleep and awoke with a terrible neckache, in time to get off at the interchange.
Last night, I was telling D about how I like people who are "human". I said I think the pimple on his eyebrow is quite cute, he gave me a demerit point. I said it would be cuter right smack in the middle on his nose, he gave me another demerit!
It's difficult to explain, what with us being human beings and all, but no, not that kind of human. I mean, a "human" quality is a kind of flaw. They seem perfect, but actually have a few imperfections, flaws. People who are too perfect freak me out. No, I think being "human" is charming, an endearing quality, one to be desired and embraced.
Like the pimple on your eyebrow. :)
You see, remember those flying dreams I had been having often a while back? Just recently. I would fly up as high as possible, and then let myself fall, knowing I would be able to stop myself from smashing onto the hard ground below.
Today, we had to attend this Second Life workshop. I did the writing and research part, because I didn't really feel like tampering with complicated architecture. However, I got to play with the finished result, I got to fly.
I did just that. I flew as high as I could go, until I was in the clouds. I could barely see myself, white mass was all around me, but I felt the wonderful feeling of being free. My legs dangled below me, and, for the first time, no pressure was on them. I could go wherever I wished, I only had to fly. However, I let myself fall to earth. I sped groundwards, stumbled a bit on the ground, but I was back up and walking in a flash. So, I can fly in Second Life.
How I wish I could fly in the real one.
My cough is better, but I am still craving heaty food. On my way home, my mouth drooled at the thought of that deliciously sinful western steak and fries, drenched in mushroom sauce. I also felt like eating a currypuff, the A1 one at Ang Mo Kio, and Bengawan Solo's egg tart. I devoured a whole packet of Houten chilli tapioca crisps on the long bus ride home, before I fell asleep and awoke with a terrible neckache, in time to get off at the interchange.
Last night, I was telling D about how I like people who are "human". I said I think the pimple on his eyebrow is quite cute, he gave me a demerit point. I said it would be cuter right smack in the middle on his nose, he gave me another demerit!
It's difficult to explain, what with us being human beings and all, but no, not that kind of human. I mean, a "human" quality is a kind of flaw. They seem perfect, but actually have a few imperfections, flaws. People who are too perfect freak me out. No, I think being "human" is charming, an endearing quality, one to be desired and embraced.
Like the pimple on your eyebrow. :)
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