There’s so much to say, but I don’t know how to say it.
I am never
ever
ever
letting a hairdresser tease my hair again.
Ever.
She ran into the building and almost slipped as her sandals met with marble tiles instead of the harsh concrete outside. She shook her umbrella, twisting it clockwise and then anti-clockwise with graceful flicks of her wrist – the way a dog would shake to try to dry itself.
She took a few more steps inside and let out a sigh of relief. She loved this place. She loved this place as much as the church she worshipped in on Sundays. This place filled with knowledge – filled with words amd thoughts and fears of millions of people before her. The fears of real people and people made up in dreams. Old people and young people. People free to share what they really think and people who are slaves to silence but stand up for what they believe is right.
Sometimes she felt more with God here. She didn’t feel unworthy. She walked in a sinner and this congregation did not cast stones of judgment. She was always lovely and as pure as the person that walked in before her.
She believed God lived here – moreso in this great hall of knowledge than in a building only filled with worshippers on the Sabbath. God’s wings would touch the high ceiling above them and embrace each and every worshipper searching for truth.
She was at her purest among these words. She would walk through the entrance and would start afresh with every breath of wisdom that dripped out of her mouth. She was always beautiful here.
Happy Birthday to me.
Dad: Jen, what are you doing?
Jen: Brushing my teeth.
Dad: Ok. Come down here when you’re done.
Jen: *goes downstairs and sits at the dining table next to Dad* What’s up?
Dad: I had this dream last night. I don’t usually remember my dreams so it was strange. Do you?
Jen: Yeah.
Dad: Really?
Jen: Yeah.
Dad: Isn’t that scary?
Jen: No…
Dad: Do you dream of monsters and giant squids and snakes and giant scorpions stinging your eyes?
Jen: I don’t have nightmares.
Dad: Aaah. ok.
Jen: …
Dad: …
Jen: So….. you had a dream…
Dad: Oh yeah. It was about guitars. And birthdays. And then I woke up and realised it was your birthday soon.
Jen: *grins* Yeeeeeah.
My dad is so fucking adorable. I’ve complained in the past about how my relationship with my dad isn’t the same as Tina’s and Melissa’s who are definitely the babies of the four siblings. But I realised today that there’s something that my 3 sisters don’t have.. and that’s the father-daughter tech talk.
My dad and I are the tech geeks of the family. I love it when my dad tells me about his latest adventure in Photoshop (this week, it’s the feathering tool) and he just goes on and on and on about it, explaining how it works to me while I patiently listen, not having the heart to tell him I discovered the feathering tool about 3 years ago. We talk about filters, dpi’s, everything.
And yes, so it’s not as deep and meaningful as the talks he may have with the rest of the girls, but at least the tech talk is something only and I understand. It’s like our own secret language.
My name means ‘pure white wave’ in Welsh.
In Japanese Pure White Wave is ‘junsui de shiroi nami’ or ??????.
In Elvish my name is Nápoldë Séregon according to the elvish name generator.
My real Elvish name is actually Lossefalme according to the Elvish name dictionary.
Why do people always look so damn stupid in their passport and drivers’ license photos??
Grrr.
Today, we went to see my sister Tina and her fiance get pre-wedding photos done. The photographers were absolutely amazing. I had a look at their portfolio and I reeeeeally want to hire them to take some promotional shots for me… but they’re so damn expensive.
Bollocks.
Then, my mother and I went to this shopping centre and had lunch. There was a petshop there which had the most adorable boxer on sale and I was so close to buying it but it had a cough. 🙁 It was the cutest, most pathetic little thing I’ve seen. There was this beautiful dalmatian with brown spots that wanted to chew anything in its path. They had a few Chihuahuas there that I was also close to buying. But I reeeeally want a big dog.
Currently, I am:
– designing posters in photoshop
– writing in my blog
– reading other blogs
– checking my gmail
– listening to Sia
– watching Beverly Hills Ninja
– talking on the phone with Tina.
My mother finds it utterly amazing (and somewhat annoying) that I have such a skill.