vision part two

so i wrote a little story in november about a lady who was at this party, and she sees this man from across the room, and he immediately grabs her attention. but the next time she looks for him, he vanished. well, during exams, i decided to continue the story, so i could have something interesting to post on my blog once when my math exam was overwith. and it is. and here is the continuation

[by the way, it would be useful to read the first part if you haven't read it yet]

http://krystinadee.blogspot.com/2008/11/mindless-comfort-grows-when-im-alone.html

continuation:

The rain is pouring down now. Thunder claps roar and the sky is ablaze with lightning. Sandra makes her way to the washroom and shuts the door. She leans forward, hands gripping the sides of the sink. With her shoulders hunched and her head down, she gazes into the mirror. Looking deeply into her own eyes as they begin to well up with tears, she whispers to herself, "It's just not possible. It's just not possible."

She knew what she had seen. He was right there, looking right at her. A kindred spirit. He knew her. But how? It wasn't possible.

She inches closer to the mirror. "There's something strange about this glass", she muses. Her gaze closes in. She wants the truth. She wants the answer. How could someone she'd never seen before influence her thoughts like this? Why was this so hard to digest? How can a split second of what might have been a dream change the very landscape of her thoughts? And why did this mirror have such a hold on her right now?

Her eyes are burning. Every blink causes her pain. Why can't she look away?

"Who are you!?", she says to her crystalline likeness. No response. Of course. It's only a mirror. She concentrates on her eyes, those sharp, green eyes and wipes a tear from her face. "Get a hold of yourself! It must have been the champagne. You just need to go back out there and--"

A knock at the door startles her.

"Sandra, are you in there?"

She doesn't respond.

"Sandra??" says the woman as she knocks louder, and with an tone of angst in her voice.

"I'll be out in a minute."

"Alright, I just wanted to make sure you're okay. You looked like you saw a ghost out there!"

"What a strange choice of words. It's just nerves. I'll be out soon."

She steadies herself and tries to regain composure. Afterall, she had the rest of the evening to get through. She looks at herself once more. Her heart begins to race again, just as it did when she saw him. She gazes deeper. Her reflection............. smiles at her.

Wait, smiles?!

She is taken aback. She hadn't smiled. She covers her mouth and so does her reflection. She looks left and right, and so does her reflection. She runs her fingers through her hair, and her likeness follows suit.

"Oh god!" she says in between heavy breaths. "I must be going crazy."

She looks back into the mirror to see that there is no discrepancy between her and the beautiful woman staring back at her. Identical twins. She leans in closer, and feels a tingle down her spine. Nearly paralyzed with fear, she quickly pulls back. Her reflection, does not.

She can hear her heart beating in her ears. The impossible had just taken place.

"You know what you have to do, Sandra."

"This can't be.........it's...it's...you're..."

"Just a reflection?"

"I.....well, yes!"

"Well my darling, as your vision of Victor may have shown you, not everything is what it appears to be. Come closer."

"Why should I trust you?" she says, as she crosses her arms nervously.

"What, you don't trust yourself? How pitiful."

Sandra leans in cautiously. "What are you trying to tell me?"

"You're in great danger, Sandra. These people will eat you alive as soon as pledge themselves to you. They are like dying wolves. They have nothing. And they want everything. You need to get out of their grasp."

"Who are these people?! I don't understand what's going on here!"

"Clearly you don't. Otherwise, you wouldn't be.............talking to yourself like this. Oh, and Sandra?"

"Yes?"

Her reflection's face begins to contort, as she raidly ages and decays.

"RUN!!" she cries out.

The glass cracks down the middle!

She falls back in fear, her heart pounding in her chest, the room spinning, and voices floating about inside her mind. The image of her face is everywhere. The blood-curdling scream echoes endlessly. She stumbles to her feet, opens the door and and falls down to her hands and knees, collapsing onto the marble floor.

A waiter spots her and puts down his tray, hastily rushing to her side. "Sandra! What happened!? Are you alright? Sandra! Can you hear me?" He carefully turns her on her back.

Slowly, her eyes open. Shaking, barely able to make a sound, she looks at him and struggles to speak. The band stops playing, and within moments all flock to her. Muffled sounds of her name being called as they swarm like a sea of locusts around her prone body is the only thing keeping her awake.

The waiter places his hand gently on her face.

"It's okay, Sandra. You're going to be alright. Can you tell me what happened?"

She grabs the sleeve of his shirt and grips tightly. "David.......David...." she whispers.

"What is it?"

"Don't...............look in the mirror........"

incredibly amusing

Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST definition it gives you.

1) Your name? - Krystina
Raddest girl alive. Has a great sense of humor and she's freaking adorable. (Well, this seems totally appropriate!)

2) Your age? - 17
The right age to start having sex, according to Chef on South Park
Chef: "The right time to start having sex is 17."
Sheila: "So you mean 17 as long as you're in love?"
Chef: "Nope, just 17."
Gerald: "But what if you're not ready at 17?"
Chef: "17, you're ready."
(ahahhahahahahahahahahaahaaa, i need to watch South Park more often!)

3) One of your friends? - Rachel
The most edible female name (oooooooooookay)

4) What should you be doing? - Studying
An excuse you give your friends when you want to stay home alone and masturbate. Also known as 'reading' 'cleaning your room' or writing a term paper.

5) Favorite color? Teal
So, I'm going against the rules here... but the first definition was actually giving a literal term to the word teal.
So, here's the second definition:
a being who is very very easily amused, likes to eat pickles, sings 24/7, watches scooby doo, pirates of the caribbean, spirited away, buffy, and enjoys slam poetry.

6) Birthplace? - Oakville
Everyone who lives here refers to Oakville as a bubble, but in reality, they're all just in denial that they make up this so called bubble. Most of the girls here are obsessed with the OC, and Abercrombie and Fitch. The boys are obsessed with poker, and pretending that they don't watch the OC.

7) Month of your birthday? - January
Nantional Hangover Month. Because of the recent holadays and masive partying the general population spends the month hungover.

8) Last person you talked to? Emily
slang term for a highly attractive and sexually intriguing individual. (Well, that was nice of them).

9) One of your nicknames? Whitey
an undesirable reaction to smoking cannabis common amongst lightweights and first-time tokers. Symptoms include dizzyness, clammy skin, nausea and vomiting. It gets its name from the paleness of the sufferer as the blood drains out the capillaries under the skin due to a decrease in blood pressure. [So true, how did they know?!]

10) Last ex? - Jesse
a complete pimp/stoner who everyone likes and who gets all the girls. [The first part is true... I beg to differ on the last part]

irony at its best

Eleven-month-old boy accidentally dials 9-1-1 and gets dad arrested

THE CANADIAN PRESS

21/01/2009 2:55:00 AM

WHITE ROCK, B.C. - A B.C. man probably wishes he had given his 11-month-old son a set of keys to play with instead of a phone, after the infant accidentally dialled 9-1-1 and brought police to dad's marijuana grow operation.

Mounties say a 9-1-1 call came in from a White Rock, B.C. residence Friday morning but whoever was on the other end of the line hung up. Officers arrived at the residence and after numerous knocks on the door went unanswered, they entered the home.

"The gentleman was quite surprised," said White Rock RCMP Const. Janelle Canning.

She said the 29-year-old male, startled by the sudden sight of police, insisted he hadn't made the call.

When it was suggested a child might have dialled, the father objected and said his son was far too young.

That's when police spotted the baby boy, phone in hand.

"We saw him playing with the cordless phone and just pressing all the buttons, so evidently he had called 9-1-1," Canning said.

With that mystery solved, officers began inspecting the residence and soon discovered a 500-plant marijuana grow operation.

The father was arrested and will appear in court in early April on charges of production of a controlled substance and mischief.

The boy was removed from the home by the Ministry of Children and Family Development, though he was later released into his mother's custody.

The mother does not live in the residence and Canning says she had no idea what was going on at the home.

this made me laugh. sucks to be the dad! XD

i need this

i need this so bad right now. exams are less than a week away, and i am basically gonna be a goner. i got back a math test i wrote before the christmas break... i failed so bad that i actually put a WHITE FLAG on the test. but i'm going to my tutor tonight, so hopefully they'll teach me some tricks of the trade.
i've always wondered, how do math teachers know what 9218739123 x 27641764 is, from the top of their head? why can't they teach us their math drilling skills? or was it just a matter of practice for them?
i think i just answered my own question in the form of a question. interesting.
i just can't wait for these exams to be done. then i could rest and get back into my regular schedule and everything will be good.

but i guess in order to get to the light, you have to go through the storm.

i neeeeeeed

to update more often. i promise, blog, that by the time the beginning of february comes, you will be overloaded with my complaints, thoughts and random musings that you would wish i didn't even return.
but, for now, i will be studying for exams - as they're coming up in a mere week's time.
i'll be checking back every now and then. but not much will be coming from me, unless i really feel the urge to empty my over-cluttered mind, or to just post something random.

i will give you some time to breathe, blog.
deep concentration... deep breaths... in and out.

breathein
breathe out.

mi ritorno in una or due alla settimana.
arrivederci, amici <3

- Krystina

it's my birthday!

I blinked and I'm already 17. Where did the time go?!

Seventeen Forever - Metro Station


One year older than last January, minutes expire differently now. Shadows sprawl differently, the furnace sings differently. No longer do closed doors and locked eyes keep out what frightens, instead it takes wide-angle staring and lack of armor to take on the battlefield. No longer can warmth stop relentless shivers, dissipate cold sweat eroding my spine. The frigid bathroom tile has made friends with past-midnight, its coolness on my palms empties my lungs. After enough hours gone sleepless my hands start to shake and I hold on to nothing, literally, figuratively. I now understand that having friends doesn't protect from being an outcast, and learn to see it as a beautiful phenomenon, much like everything else buzzing around. Traffic flow becomes a steel ballet and suddenly, suddenly nothing is so bad anymore. I close my eyes and instead of dreaming, watch the shades and dots and flashes intertwine into black into white, and I know that I am alright, that everything will always be alright. I know I see things unconventionally, I know it in every gram of bone marrow and ounce of too-thin blood, and I know that one day the clock will strike a miraculous opportunity to apply my perception and create something magical. Until that epiphany, let this be a pact, a heart-crossed swear, here's to exploration and experimentation. Embracing sharp angles and worn down curves alike, seeing lack of sleep as simply more time to do something divine, and the tearful letdowns of when promising plans splinter. To let go and to let live, for as long as my bones remain solid. A new perspective and the desire to illuminate, small fragments and sepia tones, insects still walking and refurbished rubber. Here's to.

"You are young and I was scared
You're wise beyond your years
But I don't care
And I can feel your heartbeat
You know exactly where to take me

We're one mistake from being together
But let's not ask why it's not right
You won't be seventeen forever
And we can get away with this tonight

'Will you remember me?'
You ask me as I leave
'Remember what I said?'
Oh, how could I
Oh, how could I forget?"

- K is 17 in 4 hours and 48 minutes.

russell peters

possibly the best comedian alive. exported directly from canada.




it's somebody's birthday tomorrow... i'm not going to say who, though... but it's somebody's birthday tomorrow.

siska of the sheep.

A special happy birthday goes out to my good friend... and one of my idols... Adam T. Siska. Sisky Business. Sisky Bizz. Bass Whiz. It took me a good half hour to find a decent yet depictful picture of you and your personnality. Goofy, maniacal, and good ol' fun loving Sisky. Hope your 21st birthday is your best one yet. I wish I could be more heartfelt and sentimental with this birthday wish, but I'm no Hallmark Card. Just make the best of it, buddy. Happy birthday!

ch-ch-ch-ch-check it

Lemon Tree - Fools Garden

I love the beginning of this song. It reminds me that I'm in some kind of fairy tale, or nursery rhyme. It just sparks my imagination, and I picture myself as a little mouse stalking around dustry hardwood floors. Then there's this huge pie on the counter, but the giant character from Jack And The Beanstalk is there... He tries to catch me with a glass jar. But I get away, steal the pie, and somehow get the cake and myself back into my little mouse hole.
Sweet.
If you enjoy this song, listen to Man of Devotion. Another fantastic song by Fools Garden.
But for now, enjoy the musical stylings of Lemon Tree.

"I'm sitting here in a boring room
It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time, I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around, I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens -- and I wonder
I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast,
I'm driving too far
I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely, I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens, and I wonder
I wonder how, I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree"

Absolutely in love with the lyrics. They pinpoint my mood exactly.
Don't you love when songs do that?

thiiiink

Your Word is "Think"

You see life as an amazing mix of possibilities, ideas, and fascinations. And sometimes you feel like you don't have enough time to take it all in. You love learning. Whether you're in school or not, you're probably immersed in several subjects right now. When you're not learning, you're busy reflecting. You think a lot about the people you know and the things you've experienced.

What's Your Word?

Think... Think...

I think I'm pretty incapable of thinking at the moment. I'm sorry, blog.

But I just finished writing an essay. At first I thought it was meant to be 2000 words... so I made it so. But then I got told it only had to be between 1200-1400.

So I basically wasted my time on a whole damn essay about The Great Gatsby, and I had to delete half of it.

Sucked.

Small.

Balls.

I'll be back with more of my thoughts on another day.

All I can update with now is that I've had laryngitis for 2 weeks now.

I miss my voice terribly [check out how vain that sounds]

I have to start studying for exams.

I have a math test tomorrrow [BOMB]

Aaaaaaaand, to top it all off, to put the icing on the cake, with a sweet cherry on top

Random pangs of jealousy and regret

And impatient spirits just come charging at me whenever I see myself getting into a good mood.

Not good.

see you around, the same way i always do

this heart was taking its amends and picking back up again...



we made our vows the other night
how we would be the best of friends
how nothing could come between us
but, yet, take a closer look
get our your monocle if you need to
and you will see that something already has
halfway across the world
you find your pleasure in soul grasping
pulling me away each time you do
the united force between us
the one we thought would never crumble
has done just that
you said i could have him, he was all mine
then you come along
of course the most beautiful of all
and take him away, just for your pleasures
and what do i have left?
the tension and nervous breakdowns
that are about to break the floodgates of these orbs
yet you will never realize the existence of my words
i will never tell you how i feel about that
pretending everything is fine
"go ahead, have him."
i feel no need to compete with you anymore
to try to live up to your capabilities
because you are the beauty and i am the mirror
you are the fairest one in the land
what gentleman wouldn't want you?
while i,
i am capable of cracking at the mere reflection of you


so go ahead,
have him
you try to root for me
but you are just twisting your words
don't think i realize the facade that is on your face now
i know you mean the 'root' underground
that nobody sees, nobody realizes
that holds the flourishing beauty of nature
and keeps it from tumbling down
yes, i keep my feet solidly planted in the floor
because i have no room to fly
you're holding me down
while you grace the world with your charm
i am like the sun behind the clouds
noticed for a little while
but disappears when clouded over,
and
is
g
o
n
e

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no intention of posting a blog at all today...
my soul just chased me here to pour itself out
and flood over the empty glass.

nothing ever feels right anymore...

- K