\\Wings// of College

Tis’ a fine day of college.

Left & Right are thy memories of secondary education

which thou hath left eons ago. Those are the days of

yore and yesterday that live in thou, as I,

today embrace my future!

While these classes grow harder,

I learn much faster. Each semester is a year

of high school compressed, and a bit more.

Yet each day grows older and

longer as I train myself to savor each and

every free second, liberated from the chains

of education. Homework, projects, assignments,

quizzes, tests and exams galore fester and invade

my fading hour glass. It feels like a never ending

plague but yet I continue.

This is the war that I, we…. no everyone

faces when they ascend into the heavenly, demonic, realm

that which is called College. That place can truly, truly, truly

be the best of times and the worst of times, but it is certainly

a place that many remember forevermore.

Many will fall and grosses more will rise, ready

to fight to the bitter end for the prize, the glowing sheet of

awesomeness. Over 400, befell the gaze of “death” and 42 more,

will be consumed. Can one stand, the tests of time and the pangs

of pages and paper cuts?

To others, it is another world bustling with friends, enemies,

allies and foes alike. Pen, Pencil, Eraser, Highlighter and ruler

are just some of many weapons students arm themselves as

they fight in “another” world. They rest in breaks and “study”

in libraries, for the room of books is definitely the new

strategy room.

One can easily except OVER nine thousand hours

gametime when they enter College, the MMORPG. Its insane,

yet a necessity to scores of people who live and play

endlessly until they graduate. They “sleep” in dorms and BTW

did you pick your “class” yet?

As I “fly” higher still passing friends, I remember that

this “moment of time” lasts but four years and then forever gone. My

luminous feathers show me my past as I walk onwards in this “future.”

As the glowing sun of tomorrow rises, I bathe in its holy light that shatters

the darker, cloudy fragments that I cling onto. The Nimbus Maze opens as

I find out my answer.

While the war may never end, I know NÖW what

it means it to be a college student. Its not full of lulz or 404 Not Founds

It doesn’t crash and fsck╬ and it isn’t an impossible integration. It not

dimensionless or emotionless♪. Its not a dirt bag of woes or an agony stone.

It doesn’t put me in jail or let me collect $200 because I passed GO. Its not

a maelstrom of hate. Its not a lullaby of insanity or a song of love. Its not a

sea of paint or a wormhole of word. Its not a trail of tears or the rain that is. For IT,

not What is…Information Technology mind you, but it is….

( A ) Allusions

( B ) Memes

( C ) References

( D ) Life

( E ) All of the Above

Another world of illusion allusions. In conclusion the answer will always be E since its full of allusions, memes and references. Some you may never get.

[Magen Kumquat]

I fall into glee as I complete the horrible

dreary, dark challenged, called a test. With a smile

I leave the black ream called the test taking center.

I run and embrace, my now free mind. The weight

of that challenged is gone… or so I though.

In the beginnings of my weekend, my mind

glances over the horrid event. As the days count down,

I begin to fear, as my legs tremble. Tick, Tock. My infinite

sands of time fade through the rifts of hours. What seems

like an eternity is really just a disguise. I fall, now, into the

bleeker world called Monday.

I open my eyes in the morning, as I attempt to flee

from the impending doom. Minutes upon seconds pull me,

like a leash to my fate. As if my body was robotic, I act normal

yet my mind says otherwise. Like a man on death row, I walk to

that place.

Step. Step. I approach into that class ON that day. Tick, tock.

With each millisecond, the events at a certain place at a certain time

will occur. The teacher calls out names, like a grim reaper

finding its next victim. My name is called as my body, stands and moves

on its own. Like clockwork, my hands reach and grab the pile of paper.

I sit down and take my last deep breath. My thumbs crawl and unfold

the first page of my fate.

My body smiles as I release that breath. I am greeted by a 92

and a gold star. I jump in happiness, in my mind. I crack a smile as I leave

the test taking center. While others may fail , they do not know my plight.

My horrible tale that the enlightened know. Sometimes it is better

not to know. For the old saying “Ignorance is Bliss.”,

may sometimes be my only savior. In this educational brawl

called college should one know if they fail or succeed one test, knowing

that it could teeter totter their grade to nothingness or greatness in a heartbeat?

[Magen Kumquat] School/Life

Challenger # 1985 Start.

I, as with many other fellow students, run in this

Last RUSH. We see the light at the end of the tunnel

and the last boss of the day, the evil finals. The big

cored machines hold the last percentages of our grades.

I jump in a space fighter, created from the fruits

of my study. Each person has his or her own customized

ship. We each fly our own paths, to destroy the core. We

use our experiences and our knowledges, now as weapons

rather than tools. Each person has but one goal, to enter

the light of envy and destroy that last armada that is stopping

the storm of aged students.

Pew. Pew. As our days grow numbered, we speed up

to their behemoths. Joy stick ready, I lock onto on and fire my

pencil. With each second, sheets of tests are slashed. Millions

of millions of papers fly in disarray, as some students befall with

papercuts and tears.

I fly around, barreling around these documents, as I look

for an escape route. My eyes glance around for options, as my comrades

were shot down one by one. Red pens now rain on the fellow survives

as we picked up our shields of As.

Some fly forth in a kamikaze fashion as I ready my laser.

I draw forth my power from my books and chant out theorems

and postulates. The energy increases until its over 9000%. Then,

I let go. The beam rages towards the blue sphere core, as it pierces

and continues to fly past one boss.

In this chaos, I speed up one final time and switch into hyper drive.

The wings fold back and I fly past this maelstrom, called Finals Week.

Behind me are pieces of metal and shrapnel, floating in space. Now I dock

into the fortress called home as my tour of duty ends on Winter Break.

I look at my mail and realize that I am now a Junior Officer and I can use

more options. I smile, as I watch the others fight for their grade.

It must be just another boss rush, they say and indeed it is.

A hellish dogfight in Sector Z with a Bacterium Space Empire

controlled by the teachers.

Magen Kumquat [Game/Life]

Alone

Life is a cruel world when one is lost

in their own stew on loneness. In that case

there is no one to rely on but the self and no

one to help.

This darkness is unique to those

that have never been separated by others.

In this pitch world, there is infinite time or

no one is waiting. One can do whatever he

or she wants in a void world.

They are free from responsibilities yet

can they maintain their sanity? A soloist is a strange

power that has some far-fetched requirements that

only many monks have passed with flying colors.

Is it then fair to say that all life

seeks one another, that we can only exist due

to our need for society and one another? Is that

the way we learn to live at ease without the fear

or sabotage or dissension?

Is it the power of love or

the hands of society and loneliness? Whatever the case

this everlasting power is buried in each of us,

waiting for that time to raise. So

is there really a need for loneliness, or

can we live in the peace of unity forever more?

Magen Kumquat [Thought/Reality]

Är det någon av er här ute som provat “Mat med magkänsla“, kokboken för känsliga magar?
Fick tips om den från en arbetskollega som hört reklam för den, men ser att den har funnits med ett tag. Jag blev så nyfiken att jag bestämt mig för att köpa den direkt! 60 kronor från bokförsäljningen går oavkortat till svensk forskning kring sjukdomar i mag-tarmkanalen, helt perfekt! Jag skall gå igenom recepten efter jul, läsa, smaka och uppleva, och självklart lovar jag att berätta vad jag tycker! Men det vore kul att höra om någon redan testat den och vad du i sådana fall tycker.

Med i processen för denna bok finns SGF, Svensk Gastroenterologisk Förening och RMT, Riksförbundet för Mag- och Tarmsjuka, efter idé- och projektstöd av hälso- och sjukvårdsföretaget Abbott. Boken innehåller ett 40-tal olika recept framtagna av dietisten Pia Henfridsson, matskribenten Lisa Förare Winbladh har Fredrik Eriksson, prisbelönt kock. Läs mer här och här. Beställ här.

Kan tillägga att jag är otroligt skeptisk till det här med mat för känsliga magar. Min grundinställning är att det är mycket godtyckligt, för det varierar så mycket från person till person. Och så är det så svårt att säkerställa för det är så lätt att hamna i cirkeln att sluta äta saker bara för att man blev dålig av det en gång. Bara för att man ätit pizza en gång och blivit riktigt dålig så slutar man med det, trots att de övriga 100 gångerna gått bra. Men man vågar liksom inte testa igen… Man blir lätt sin egen hobbydiagnostiker och jag tror egentligen inte att det är en bra väg att ta…
Nu vet jag också att jag talar emot mig själv för jag har ju skrivit om hur Gi-dieten passar min mage så bra. Men trots att jag upplevt positiva effekter av ändrade kostvanor så vill jag understryka att man bör gå försiktigt fram på egen hand. Det är mer komplicerat än man tror det här med kosthållning och det är så otroligt viktigt att få i sig alla näringsämnen etc. Lite självdistans och försiktighet i denna process är kanske det jag vill förespråka. Våga testa igen och igen och igen …

Med det sagt så ser jag fram emot att testa dessa recept!

Må gott tills nästa gång.

Ann

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Isn’t a stalking someone that followed another person?

Doesn’t he or she find out more about the victim via

observation, just like a scientists who observes and

records information?

The predator watches and learns, about the hidden persona.

There just are just somethings a person isn’t willing to say

about themselves. Like a hard drive, the one “eye in the sky”

watches and fills he or her mind with various information

which the normal people find trivial. The person in the trench coat

slowly drives deeper and deeper into the prey’s personal mind.

The shady invidious in a far away window is enlightened by the

other person. What does that man or woman gain from doing this?

Why do they like think and how did they become this way? Are they

fascinated by looking from a distance?

The little girl, gossips about movie stars with her friends. She constantly

looks at magazines about her favorite star and watches the news about them.

The girl is easily swayed when she hears about her famed person, being

sick. The little girl even buys some sunglasses that have the “loved” person’s

name on it.

But alas aren’t people like also stalkers? They want to know more about one

person and one person alone. They indulge themselves by reading a magazine

or watching the news. They don’t care if Katrina killed millions but open their

ears when they hear about someone getting a baby. What is a stalker? A shadow,

in the past, that watches or the modern people who are slowed receding to their small group of friends

that only love their only star?

Magen Kumquat [Life]

1. yuangqi – Ursprungs-qi

2. zongqi – Atmungs-qi

3. yingqi- Nahrungs-qi

4. weiqi- Abwehr-qi

Die vier Grundformen von qi können weiter differenziert werden. Jeder Funktionskreis besitzt sein eigenes qi, das in einer bestimmten Weise oder Richtung fließen muß: Das qi der Milz läuft aufwärts und garantiert damit die fünf Geschmäcker; das qi des Magens läuft abwärts und garantiert damit eine regelgerechte Verdauung. Das qi der Leber liebt es, sich auszubreiten. Wird es daran gehindert, ist es blockiert und verknotet, dann ist emotionaler Stau (unterdrückte Aggression) die Folge. Die entscheidende Funktion von qi ist somit, daß es immer in Bewegung ist. Stockungen und Blockaden von qi werden in der TCM als eine der wesentlichsten Krankheitsursachen angesehen.

(Thomas Ots, Medizin und Heilung in China)

Så var prövoveckan över.
Jag och min pojkvän bestämde att vi skulle pröva bo tillsammans i en vecka och se om vi överlevde. Jag sitter ju levandes och skriver detta så alltså måste det ju gått bra *ler*
Allvarligt talat så har det faktiskt varit en tuff vecka inte bara just för förhållandet utan även individuellt. Jag har fått kämpat med att ta kommandot över min hund som slutar lyssnar på mig så fort som min pojkvän och jag umgås. Det har faktiskt gått väldigt bra om jag får säga det själv. Visst det har varit svårt och kämpigt men det gick åt rätt håll och det är jag nöjd med.
Sen ska jag göra en gastroskopi så jag har varit tvungen att slutat med min magmedicin vilket inte direkt har varit så jättekul. Har ständigt ont i magen, illamående och otrolig halsbränna. Har dock lyckats hitta en maträtt som fungerar ganska bra för magen och det är risgrynsvälling. Upptäckte igår att min magen inte är lika uppsvälld längre. Har inte kännt mig uppsvälld eller så men nu när jag står på andra sidan så känner jag verkligen skillnad. Funderar på att sluta med att dricka mjölk och över gå till havredryck som jag druckit nu den senaste veckan.
En annan sak jag faktiskt gjort under veckan är att tagit tag i en massa saker. När jag tittar bakåt så ser jag att det varit en väldigt produktiv vecka.
Jag skickade ett mejl till sjukhuset som jag nu fått vidarebefordrat till rätt personer. Jag pratade ut med grannen om katten. Tillsist så pratade jag även ut med mina föräldrar om hur jag tyckte och tänkte om mitt boende och ansvaret mot dem. Så jag har verkligen gjort en rivstart till förändring.

Dock saknar jag min pojkvän otroligt mycket och det är konstigt hur snabbt man kan vänja sig vid att vara med någon oavsett om det är jobbigt eller inte. Låg och lyssnade i morse om han var vaken så kom jag på att han inte var här. Under hela dagen har jag bara väntat på att han ska komma in till mig och krama och pussas på mig. Känns nästan lite som när någon dött. Man förstår inte att personen är borta utan man väntar bara på att de plötsligt ska stå där i dörren.

Reflexionen über Milz und Magen

Der Magen – ein Meer

Im gesamten Netzwerk der Speicher (Zang)- und Hohlorgane (Fu) kommt dem Magen als Hohlorgan eine besondere Bedeutung zu:

„Für die fünf Zang und sechs Fu hat der Magen die Funktion eines Meeres (Hai): Er besitzt von allen das größte Fassungsvermögen. Von allen zwölf Leitbahnen hat der Magen den größten Puls und am meisten Energie; gleichzeitig steuert er die größte Blutmenge. In ihm ist die Yang-Energie am stärksten“.

„Im menschlichen Körper gibt es ein Meer des Marks (Sui Hai), ein Meer des Blutes (Xue Hai), ein Meer des Qi (Qihai) und ein Meer von Wasser und Getreide (Shui Gu Zhi Hai)“ (beide Ling Shu).

Drei der vier Meere sind direkt mit der Magen-Leitbahn über Ein-und/oder Ausfluss-Punkte verbunden. Diese Punkte übertragen und vermitteln Blut und Qi zu den Gefäßen hin. Die Punkte der Magen-Leitbahn verbinden den Oberen, den Mittleren und Unteren Erwärmer mit den Meeren. Selbst das Meer des Knochenmarks ist mit der Magen-Leitbahn – wie alle Yang-Leitbahnen, über einen inneren Zweig verbunden.

Der Magen ist das einzige Eingeweide-Organ in der Reihe der vier Meere und er ist in der Tat ein Hohlorgan, weil er von außen Nahrung aufnimmt und den Prozess der Transformation, Verdauung, Assimilation und Destillation der Essenz einleitet.

„Aus den Lebensmitteln entsteht die vorzügliche Lebensenergie (Jing). Dieses Jing verteilt sich in den vier Meeren des Körpers und ernährt den ganzen Organismus“. (Ling Shu)

Der Magen umschließt die aufgenommene Nahrung und dient als große Kornkammer (Cang). Es ist das „Meer der Nahrung, der Säfte und Getreide“ und besitzt einen Einflußpunkt, Magen 30, Qichong, und einen Ausfluss-Punkt, Magen 36, Zusanli.

Cang ist die Kornkammer, ein staatliches Speicherhaus. Das Zeichen Cang ist verwandt mit dem Zeichen für essen, nähren, für die Mahlzeit, das Essen.

„Die Lebensenergie stammt aus der Verdauung der Nahrungsmittel. Der Magen steht also bei der Ernährung und Verdauung an erster Stelle. Aus dem Magen stammen letzten Endes die Energie und das Blut, die dazu dienen, den ganzen Organismus zu ernähren. Dieser Prozess verläuft ähnlich wie das Verdampfen des Meerwassers, das durch intensive Sonnenbestrahlung zum Himmel aufsteigt und als Regen wieder zur Erde zurückfällt“. (Ling Shu)

Die Meere sind Regionen des Austausches zwischen Himmel und Erde. Die Energie der Erde steigt nach oben zum Himmel, bildet Wolken, die abregnen und ihrerseits wieder Flüsse bilden.

Der Körper – ein System vernetzter Gewässer

Die Chinesische Medizin bezog sich in ihren Bildern vom menschlichen Leib bzw. Körper seit jeher auf die gesellschaftlichen und landschaftlichen Analogien. So stellt das Ling Shu die Leitbahnen in Analogie zu (mythischen) chinesischen Gewässern. „Der Lauf der zwölf Leitbahnen durch den ganzen Körper kann gut mit dem Lauf der zwölf Flüsse verglichen werden. (…) Die zwölf Gewässer verteilen das Wasser im ganzen Land. Bekanntlich führen die Flüsse eine unterschiedlich große Wassermenge; sie sind verschieden tief, breit und lang“. (Ling Shu)

Während alle anderen Leibahnen mit Flüssen verglichen werden, entspricht die Magen-Leitbahn außen (im Makrokosmos) dem Meeresgewässer (Hai Shui). Im Körperinneren (Mikrokosmos) steht sie in Verbindung mit dem Magen. Die Milz-Leitbahn entspricht außen, in der Natur, einem Seegewässer.

Wir haben es hier mit der Vorstellung einer Ordnung und Struktur zu tun, in deren Mittelpunkt Flüsse, Kanäle, Seen und Meere stehen. An deren Ufer liegen jeweils Speicher (Zang) und Verteilungsstationen (Fu), die über das hydraulische System miteinander verbunden sind.

– von Helmut Magerl (http://www.tcm.edu/Home.aspx) – unter frei zu enternde Artikel. Der Text von mir geknappt und zusammengefasst.

Rain

A flow of drops

of water from point A, the sky, to point B, the ground.

It appears one day and dies the next.

Restoring the parched world, the crying clouds break the norm

of the rays of the sun. It shields us from the relentless heat and

quenches the baked soul. The soothing sound

releases us from the chimes of stress that watch

over us like specters of yesterday.

The drops of H20, brings life

and restores order from the many varieties of

(sun) rays. The one uniform “frequency” paves the way for torpor. The deluge

makes us all look to each other, rather than the outside world in the

calm world.

The rivers of the skies cry in happiness and sorrow as their

tears fill with emotion leave their eyes in the sky. The cloud slowly

disperses as their times fades to nothing as the light returns anew. The brevity

ends today with a sunset that cries thought the clouds. The horizon

reveals itself, shining

from the dew. Would that world be a better place if it rained

more than it shined?

Magen Kumquat [Weather/Persona]

Hej på er kära läsare.

Jag är oerhört nyfiken på vilka som läser mig. Otroligt tacksam för kommentarerna jag får, men förstår också att man inte alltid har någonting att tillägga. Så därför tänkte jag nu be er att ta 30 sek av ert liv och flytta blicken till vänster på skärmen. I min vänsterspalt har jag nämligen skapat en liten “undersökning” för att se om ni som läser min blogg själva lever med mag- och tarmsjukdomar och i sådana fall vilka. Jag har också lagt till ett alternativ där man kan kryssa i om man är stomiopererad. Det beror helt enkelt på att jag är nyfiken på hur många som lever med olika tarmsjukdomar som faktiskt har gjort denna operationen. Och stämmer mer än ett alternativ in på dig, är det bara att kryssa i samtliga. Stämmer inget in så finns det en ruta där du själv kan skriva in vem du är. Hoppas ni orkar fylla i detta, det är lite spännande att se!

Må så gott så länge!

Kram och godnatt på er,

Ann

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I feel my mind, dwindle into fine grains of sand.

My energy, my power fades as each second passes.

I, as many others, stare at our screens, attempting

to finish that one last task.

We endure this period of time when the body

wants to sleep and when the soul wants to continue.

Like rebels, we fight against the will of our body, even

when it doesn’t aid us. With our mind, we go beyond

the limit as the torpor approaches us like a monster.

We run away from drowsiness, fearing its

bite, as if it was a shark or rattle snake. Humans

clash to the last breath, against the pangs of sleep.

Exhausted from the evasion, we faint and being

our descent into dreamland.

Our bodies are carried by the bear of rest,

for it, in reality cares for us and only seeks us, when

it is needed. In our defenseless state, the spirit moves

us onto our bed into the comfy chair we slept in.

Like a guardian angel, it watches us like a

stalker. Diligent but careful, as we land into our

illusionistic reality. As a sun breaks the horizon, we

are pulled into reality anew, but the protector, for our

neverending time has just ended. We open our eyes and

continue reality, just like any other day, as if we never

left it.

Magen Kumquat [Surreal/Dream]

Reflexionen über Milz und Magen

Emporheben und Absenken

Der unklare materielle Teil der Nahrung sinkt nach unten in den Darm, während seine klaren Anteile, die Qi-Bestandteile, von der Milz herausgefiltert  und zugleich nach oben gehoben werden. Die klaren Anteile der Nahrungsmittel werden nach oben zur Lunge gesandt, die klaren Anteile der Getränke zum Herzen. Die klaren Anteile der Nahrungsmittel werden zur Basis für die Bildung des Qi oder der vitalen Energien in den Lungen. Die klaren Anteile der Getränke werden zur Basis der Blutbildung im Herzen. Die klaren Anteile der Nahrung werden zu nährenden Bestandteilen des Blutes. Das Blut ist die Quintessenz der Nahrungsmittel und wird ständig hervorgebracht durch den Funktionskreis Milz.

Indem Substanz und Qi-Bestandteile getrennt werden, wird der ganze Prozess gehalten, angehoben durch das Qi der benachbarten Milz. Auf diese Weise wird das Magen-Qi in seiner lebenswichtigen Arbeit unterstützt und die Nahrungsmittel-Essenz bleibt dort, wo sie verarbeitet werden kann, bis jedes Quäntchen Nahrungs-Qi extrahiert worden ist und die materielle Schicht zurückbleibt. Dann öffnet sich das untere Gatter des Magens und die Restbestände werden nach unten ausrangiert. Cheng Wenyou sieht in dem Prozess weniger das Werk von Mühlen und Mörsern, welche die ankommende Nahrung mahlen, schleifen, reiben oder zerstoßen, sondern hält vielmehr die Halte-Funktion, das Ansaugen der Milz für bedeutsam, um zu verhindern, dass die Nahrung nach unten absinkt, bevor der Reifungs- und Gärungsprozess abgeschlossen ist.

Wenn die emporhebende Kraft geeigneter Nahrungsmittel dafür sorgt, dass das Milz-Yang sich gut entwickeln kann und das Aufsteigen des Milz-Qi gewährleistet ist, kann der Funktionskreis Milz seine weiteren Aufgaben wahrnehmen:

• die Verteilung der aktiven Säfte
• die Festigung des Gewebes (die Form des Fleisches durch die sich verteilenden Qi-Kräfte)
• die Stabilisierung des Gefäßsystems und damit das Halten des Blutes in den Leitbahnen.

Bei einem Menschen in normalen Gesundheitszustand sollte der Magen gefüllt, der Darm jedoch leer sein, während wenn der Darm gefüllt ist, der Magen entsprechend leer sein soll. Dann kann das Qi nach oben und nach unten steigen. Dies ist ein Hinweis auf regelmäßige Essenszeiten, zwischen denen genügend Zeit zur Verarbeitung bleibt, sowie darauf, möglichst leicht verdauliche, d.h. leicht umzuwandelnde Speisen zu sich zu nehmen.

– von Helmut Magerl (http://www.tcm.edu/Home.aspx) – unter frei zu enternde Artikel. Der Text von mir geknappt und zusammengefasst.

Sorrow

I’m deeply sorry for the trouble I’ve caused. I know you’ve waited for me and I have selfishly not shown up. I’ve left you waiting and I know that is wrong. I’m consumed by my pool of sadness, filled with my tears. I know I will not drown in my pool, as I float and look up into another day.

I know that all humans make mistakes and I know that I myself have stumbled through the halls of life as everyone else had at some point. I know that what I say may have no meaning to you. After all, action speaks louder than words and emotion that are contained in another person. I cannot send you my thoughts, my feelings or even my desires. I am alone in this department.

I come to beseech you for your forgiveness. I know that we are all busy and my schedule is of no exception. I know I’ve been on and off like a power switch but this is due to my changing world. Everyone’s world changes bit by bit but as a college student, freshman mind you, I have even more steps I need to pass. Don’t forget that I must learn to be self-sufficient and that in itself is a long green mile. While I may have mastery over time, I cannot control each and every event that may come at its leisure.

Surely you may have some inkling of what I do but alas you know only of a small facade. While I may weep alone, the only one that truly knows myself, I must reach out and learn of a world beyond myself. There is a chance I might fall again, but all I ask for is hope. I’ve proven myself in the past, and this is just a hardship I’m dealing with. I’m not habitually lazy or even late during the summer. It is this change that strikes me down to size .In this way, I ask for forgiveness to atone my sinful action of being late. Is that such a hard thing to ask?

Magen Kumquat [Humanity]

Seeds of Times

I hold these small seeds in my hands,

as the winds of fate blow from behind. The world

around me rushes as the rivers of time continue.

I open my hands letting my seeds fly in

the winds of the skies While others reap what they

so I let the hands of time, give me my fruits.

Hour glasses of sand fly to each side of me,

telling me that my hour of fate passes.

The glowing seeds flutter and dance with

a backdrop of the serene sky. Taken by the winds

of destiny, they scatter and leave my vicinity and

eventually my vision.

What is my fate if I plant my seeds like this?

Magen Kumquat[Fate/Seeds]

Pang of Tests

Five minutes left

I stare at a sheet of paper in front of me.

Swipe Swipe.

Quickly and rashly I swing my pencil back

and forth like a maniac, painting on the wall of death.

My graffiti, turns itself into words that fills

this essay. A prompt about technology is

Swipe. Tick. Swipe. Tock.

being answered by a wall of text. With each new brick,

with each new word, the question is being answered.

Swipe. Tick

My mind becomes a portal that feeds my hand

the words. Tock

With each second ticking away, I grow

more desperate. Tick. Swipe.

This plea, this verdict, this question is meeting its end.

Swipe. I can see, tick, the light, tock, at the end of the tunnel.

Swipe. I run towards the light and jump into it, ZING.

“Students put your pencils down and pass your essay forward.”

Sweaty from the marathon run, I gracefully pass my art piece to

el professor. Did I make it into the top ten in terms of accuracy?

Only time will tell.

[Magen Kumquat] Test/Life/School

Black Friday [Prelude]

Today, I pace back and forth like a weary child.

In my mind, I create a checklist of things to do. From a

silver flashlight to my phone and piece of paper, I plan for

D-Day. Tick, Tock. After a grueling ten minutes of finding and placing

all the needed items on a table, I jump into bed.

Seconds turn into hours as my excited body cannot

wait for that day to come. Tick. Sleeping at 7:00PM would be a challenge because

I have too much energy and yet I a unable to control it. Tock. I roll

around and before I know it 9 o’ clock came. Still I cannot reach

the perks of sleepiness as I imagine myself running in the black night.

Each glimpse seems to pull me from dream land. Tick.

It seems like I was fighting with myself. Why should I sleep

when the night is still young? Tock. Rolling around, my mind drifts

as the grandfather clock chimes for the 3rd time. The urge to be alive grows

stronger as I want to sleep like a skeleton. Tick. Eventually my wish comes true.

With a growling stomach I succumb to the mistress of sleep and embrace

her with a smile as my D-Day would finally come. Tock.

But alas, tock, this is just the first battle to another world…..

called BLACK FRIDAY!

Magen Kumquat [Life/Holiday]

Stalker

Isn’t a stalking someone that followed another person?

Doesn’t he or she find out more about the victim via

observation, just like a scientists who observes and

records information?

The predator watches and learns, about the hidden persona.

There just are just somethings a person isn’t willing to say

about themselves. Like a hard drive, the one “eye in the sky”

watches and fills he or her mind with various information

which the normal people find trivial. The person in the trench coat

slowly drives deeper and deeper into the prey’s personal mind.

The shady invidious in a far away window is enlightened by the

other person. What does that man or woman gain from doing this?

Why do they like think and how did they become this way? Are they

fascinated by looking from a distance?

The little girl, gossips about movie stars with her friends. She constantly

looks at magazines about her favorite star and watches the news about them.

The girl is easily swayed when she hears about her famed person, being

sick. The little girl even buys some sunglasses that have the “loved” person’s

name on it.

But alas aren’t people like also stalkers? They want to know more about one

person and one person alone. They indulge themselves by reading a magazine

or watching the news. They don’t care if Katrina killed millions but open their

ears when they hear about someone getting a baby. What is a stalker? A shadow,

in the past, that watches or the modern people who are slowed receding to their small group of friends

that only love their only star?

Magen Kumquat [Life]