Don't play with it

So we're about to notice a few changes... I'm not sure if the most obvious of issues shall be resolved by the end of this post BUT... I've accidentally deleted my old template and completely messed up the html for the new template. Meanwhile, I'm stuck with this mumbo jumbo.

Secondly, this is the first post for the New Year... Or the first post in a very long time for that matter. My excuse is that my laptop crashed. However, it's a poor excuse considering it crashed only a few weeks aback at most.

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Ok I was able to restore it to some normalcy. Shelli is still greatly miffed by the current circumstances regarding her unsightly blog template. All the cute template have some html error and I can't remember the link for the site I got the last template from.

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Well.... I shall finish this later. My allergies coupled with my template issue has drained all enthusiasm that I had reserved for this post.

Ciao for now,
Shelli is back.

Ok, this is half as bad as I think it is... but close enough to half to serve as a notable reminder for the future...

I can't believe I lived to regret 'unavailable' within an hour of it being said? C'mon.. who does that happen to? What kind of bad Karma is this? I've been trying to be good darn it.

I give up... I intended to write a beautifully long post to update what's been going on with me... but the spirit of writing has departed.

I'm going to bed.
Shelli is annoyed.
Shelli is feeling faint from her annoyance.
Remember to breathe Shelli... remember to breathe...

I just had the most poetic shower moment. I was gazing through the small bathroom window facing the southern end of the island, looking at the sky. Today was the ideal sleep-in day with all the rain that's been falling. The river outside my window was raging... yes, yes... Ideal sleep-in weather. Strangely enough whilst the clouds behind the house are still grey and gloomy, to the south of the island the clouds are like white etches in the sky with some blue peeking out...

After one time is another.

In that sole moment, that was the only thought that entered my head - 'After one time is another'... Everything in life follows a rhythm, a series of beats. There's pause between each beat - some pauses longer than others, but nuntheless a pause. It is in those pauses one becomes reminiscent or nostalgic or depressed or hopeful or optimisitic. It is in those moments when the beat stops momentarily that the brain stops the action momentarily and official thought registers. This pause feels like a collision course sometimes, but it's always most enlightening. It's a near overdose of that cliché 'seeing things in perspective'. It's the moment of the real epiphanies.

It's in these breaks we just stop and think. Most of the time, not because we want to, but because there's nothing else when life pulls to a halt. As the beat is about to begin, two options presents themselves. Those two options are, shall the rhythm continue as it was before? Are you satisfied with the rhythm your life is dancing to? The pace? The intensity? The direction? The mood? OR... shall the beat be changed up a bit? Shall it be altered somewhat? And you determine that definition of the amount of what 'somewhat' entails...

Hmm.. rhythms... rhythms with the patterns/habits you form, the friends you make, the words you speak, the music you listen to, the dreams you have, the thoughts you allow... they're all rhythms... Life is full of rhythms...

The rhythm of the raindrops dripping on the leaves... coinciding with the footsteps crushing the grass... that "shh's" with every step stepping... in the direction towards the river's edge... where the rhythm of the sound is that of a continuous, fast-paced, yet soothing rhythm.

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Guess what?

I've lost my voice. Thus, that means I'm sick - again.
hmm...

Shelli out.

In the cloak of darkness that is the night, all I feel is the pendulum swinging that questions everything. Left... Right... Never static, just swinging. Relax.

*deep inhale* Relax.

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Today has been tiring. I did manual labour this morning. *gasp* As in, work with mud and weeds and such... My parents insisted that I come with them to the land. I nearly fractured my hip from a falling mango that connected with my side... And I nearly got a concussion, in addition to a possible fractured wrist from falling avocados I was helping to catch. Somewhere around that point, I declared there was too many health risks involved and I don't believe my insurance covers a clause "injury from falling avocado".

Think of how ridiculous it sounds if I actually got injured...

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*teacher walking down the street*
Student: 'Miss, why were you absent from school?'
Teacher: 'A mango fell on my hip, and an avocado on my head.'
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Doesn't that sound ridiculous? That makes the whole "dog ate my homework" thing possible.

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Then, later on I went to Grand Anse.... bought myself one of those delicious fruit smoothies, met up briefly with a couple friends, then headed to the beach.

The beach always calms me. Soothes the soul... and makes me sleepy.

So on that note, I shall depart.

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Shelli out.

Today is yet another day to attempt to post a proper entry here. I'm tired... but now I'm not sure as to whether it's because I'm truly tired or if I'm just accustomed to being tired so my mind tells my body so...

So tonight I shall try to type up something worth the effort of reading...

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Today was good. I started my first practical class with my Form 4s... This is the first time they're doing art, so that's 3 years they didn't have. Last week, I did a crash course in the theory - made the basic vocabulary into a nutshell - Elements of Art. Hopefully, if all goes according to plan I could find some way to incorporate the theory in a by-the-way method with the practical. They all forgot to bring their stuff, so they used impromptu green pea tree leaves from outside. I can't rush the lesson... and I have to constantly remind myself to go slowly... But from one class, I think they show promise.

For tomorrow's class, they will be bringing in boxes. Nice, simple boxes. Perfect for clean lines... to understand basic shapes... to see distinct shade values. Yummy. *glares* Let's hope they remember. I shall go look for some things around the house in the event they do...

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Floating on sunshine happy.

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Ok, so yet again I have failed. I started this post early, punctuated it with snack breaks and all I've succeeded in doing is let the tiredness truly sink in.

Nite nite.
Shelli out.