Showing posts with label yet another glips of me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yet another glips of me. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The toothpick bridge

I was always a deep south kid; I was born in Louisiana, New Orleans. Unfortunately I don't remember much of my childhood memories from the age of ten and below. The only memory I can remember from when I was young is when my family was moving from Louisiana I was bidding my adieus to my best friend, Grasping my pink bunny named Flopsy, waving good-bye as my sister led me towards the car. I believe that's when my love for bridges came to be.
New Orleans is full of bridges, and as I have been told by my family we crossed over this large bridge so that we could come to where I currently live, Texas. Texas is where seemingly my whole life started. I went to elementary school, I made friends, I started to see life truly come to life. I noticed the butterfly, the flowers, the clouds in the sky. It's when I became aware to what was physically taking place. That's when my love for music started, and I came to know most of my habits, such as, how i am easily amused, how my hand writing wasn't good, I had a bad temper, I asked a lot of questions, and how distant I was from people. I did most of my thinking when I went on walks; the twist is that I too enjoy heights, so I would often try to walk on paths that involved bridges. Looking down gave me a sense of how fragile I really was. It reminded me of how gravity pulled everything down and how every thing was so fragile, if I knocked a rock of the bridge and it hit a hard surface it too would break.
I always had a deep fascination for worldly sciences; I wanted to know why gravity existed, why the sun shone, why I could hear, how I learned, and so I spent the year of my childhood that i can remember being a walking fact database. I knew that a Jiffy is 1/100th of a second, I knew that E (energy)= M (mass) c (light) squared. I knew it was a formula to describe the relation of energy and matter, I knew thing that most people my age did not. It was because of this that the amount of friends I had was minimal. People felt uncomfortable around someone who always spoke about something they did not care about. Thus I confided in bridges. I would go on walks and talk to my self, I would watch the leafs fall from the trees and admire their ability to store light, and change it to energy to live off of. I would look at grass as little cites; every one worked hard in that on a blade of grass to keep it alive and somehow all those blades of grass became connected to form what my seem to the people living in the grass their whole world. So I didn't like stepping on the grass much, I felt like I was stepping on peoples homes.
My love for music came from a very early age. I have family videos of me playing on a small electric piano that was purple. I would write down what I played on a piece of paper that lied next to me. My love for music was born. since then I can most often be seen with a pair of headphones always attached to my head, like a permanent fixture for my cranium. I study while listening to music, I eat while listening to music, fall asleep to music, wake up to music, clean with music playing in the back round, read, anything you can think of doing I do with music. And if I cant bring my headphones not to fear! I sing or rhyme, or I'll just hear songs in my head (A built in music system just for me, eh?). The only time I don't listen to music is when I walk. I don't like to walk while listening to music for then I don't hear the birds. I also don't like listening to music when it's raining or thunder storming, I enjoy those sounds.
But enough of the me; I don't want to be too narcissistic, now do I?

Thursday, September 16, 2010

I'm eight followers strong!

Yay! In celebration of the awesomeness, I give you my bloggies a new post! (please pardon my lack of proper spelling.)
so your probably like "only eight followers?! what are you so excited about?" But remember this I didn't give you a decimal. so the number is not precise. I could in fact say I have 800. followers, Or 80. followers or even 800,000,000,. followers (yeah I only wish...). Or I could very well have only 8. followers (I don't know your gonna have to go see for youㄱ self. And maybe push that little follow button?)
Another way to look at it is!... (drum roll please.) My cup of bloggies is very well on its way to becoming quite full! (YAY! FOR POSITIVITY!) But in my mind since I have the mind of a child I am very, very, VERY, excited. In fact maybe even so excited I might have to make another post tomorrow! (just to show my appreciation.)
Or I could entertain your eyes with some nice pictures!(Hope you go for the bone.) That I must take full credit for, I took them all by my self! (I feel ever so accomplished!) Oh, how I love my big dog! He has a face fit to be a gentleman.



So my bloggies! I leave you with this! Enjoy it, comment on it, and as usual, decide whether you liked it or not!
From your favorite blogger,
-나디아

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Different minds different ideas, Food for thought


Have you ever once stumbled across the difficult question why do I write the letter "D" that way? Why not write it in all one smooth stroke; instead of one line down and then a rounded line from the top to bottom to make a "D".
Why not write a lower case "d" like you would a music note? Why specifically must I use that technique?
why do we abide by the laws of white lines on the ground? They aren't walls, just lines. I know their is a reason for it; but why does the mainstream society hardly ever think of really, WHY?
They just learn what it's their for, how to abide the laws of it, and then never really question. Just like most people don't averagely look up.

I'll give you an actually scenario (An experiment I was working on a while ago.) about mid April 2010 (the current year; if you happen to read this some time on in the future.)
I was sitting on the the roof right next to my window about 1 story up. Their was a mother walking by across the street with her child. I yell hello to see if she would notice me; She stops looks around (not even once did it hit her to look up.) then once again starts up walking but, this time a little faster (I think out of fear.).
I tried this same test over again on several different people. Non of them looked up. (Not even the cop. which surprised me; I would have thought a cop would have heard where the sound was coming from and looked up, but no. I was kinda glad though 'cause if he had seen me up there, I probably would have gotten in trouble...) So why do we just do? Why don't we question every day things? Why not question specifically why your going in this direction? Why must you follow the G.P.S?(Did you know that G.P.S stand for Global Positioning System?)
Why don't you think of questions? Why do I?
These are things I find, are not questioned enough. I realize the white lines on the floor are to direct the traffic to the proper locations and the keep from total disaster; But why do people obey them, and disobey them? (Not including drunk drivers 'cause they can't even see the lines clearly.)
So why do we just follow orders so willingly?
Why is it that they are rarely truly questioned?

Well, that was my view of this "Topic". Digest it, process it, and finally come to a conclusion about it. Hope you liked my food for thought!
From you favorite little blogger,
-나디아

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Ever wonder what my dungeon looks like?

By requist I'm showing the whole world what my Dungeon (home) looks like. A inside tour of my living space. (tourist not welcome.)


The entrance seen from the inside.


The room to the right still in the entrance.


The music room. Still in the entrance.


Entering the entrance hall.


The kithcen!


the kitchen.


The breakfast table.


The living room (exiting the breakfast table.)


the down stairs hall



the sewing/ extra bedroom as seen going up the stairs.


going up the stairs.


the extra bedroom/ sewing room.


the hall leading to the three way hall.


The mystery room.


the mystery room. (under construction so to speak.)


The tree way hall connect my bedroom, the library, and the bathroom.


Entering my room. (why what lovely bed you have...)


my room to the right.


My room to the left.


The upstairs library.


The upstairs library.


entering the bathroom.





Exiting the bathroom.


View from the top floor.

From your favorite little blogger
- 나디아

Monday, August 30, 2010

Hello world!

Today I post a silent picture post see the world as I saw It today. Hope you like the world through my eyes!















































From your favorite little blogger
-나디아