I”m goodie:) sorry for the late response though:/ i rarely check this thing. How are you?
Last weekend I burnt a page out of my poetry book. It wasn’t the first, I’ve done it five times before. Why? Because sometimes you’ve got to burn pages out your life… It’s never easy to do, but this time it felt really good. Mentally I had done it a while ago, but symbolism in my actions some how made it official.
I don’t remember anything that I wrote on those burnt pages. They were full of heart felt feelings, anger, maybe some happiness, but in retrospect: regret.
Sometimes I wish I kept those pages instead of burning them. They could have been keepsake reminders of what I don’t want or don’t want to do or just DON’TS. Now when I flip through its pages, instead of a consistent flow of page leafs, there are gaps.
My life is the same way; a few gaps as voids. When my book is complete, like this life when I die, it will be an incomplete story… but it will still be one to tell.
BEIJING — China-based hackers stole Indian national security information, 1,500 e-mails from the Dalai Lama’s office and other sensitive documents, a new report said Tuesday.
Researchers at the University of Toronto said they were able to observe the hacking and trace it to core servers located in China and to people based in the southwestern city of Chengdu. The researchers said they monitored the hacking for the past eight months.
The report said it has no evidence of involvement by the Chinese government, but it again put Beijing on the defensive. Separate reports earlier this year said security investigators had traced attacks on Google and other companies to China-based computers.
“We have from time to time heard this kind of news. I don’t know the purpose of stirring up these issues,” Foreign Ministry spokeswoman Jiang Yu told a regular press conference in response to questions about the report.
Today was my mom’s birthday, last week she seemed pretty sad about it. I’d probably be sad too if I were reflecting on 49 years of should have, could have, would haves. A psychologist would probably call what she was and is still having a midlife crisis; I’d call it that too. Despite her despise of this day, I tried to make it enjoyable over the other 364 days, which was easy.
Last night, we watched some Oliver Samuels and a Bashment Granny DVD; when I fail, Jamaican comedy always brings her belly busting with laugher. Today, I cooked her fried cat fish for lunch with a side of lettuce and tomatoes and for dinner: baked chicken and potatoes with steamed broccoli. If there is anything that relaxes my mom it’s being catered to.
I don’t know how relaxed she was, in-between her eyes itching from allergies and her phone ringing from business calls and the occasional birthday greeting; everything but her taste buds were being annoyed.
Jah willing, when she hits 50: she’ll be in a better state of mind…
[It’s also Poppa’s (my mother’s father) birthday today and he turned 78. We spoke on the phone for a few minutes, neither him nor my grandma sound like they’ve ages much since I’ve seen them last(8 years ago). It brings a smile to my heart when I hear them laughing and joking, it scares me that I might not be able to hug either again before they return to the earth.]