#happy

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind, which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

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It makes me happy to think how painful may be falling from the highest top into the lowest bottom.
Anyway, it takes strength to pretend you ain't broken, but I know inside the untouched shell, the shattered pieces are still misplaced, moving in their mind, causing them mental ache.

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I'm not the one who fell.

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Damn, it feels so good. I'm not even close to this disaster. I moved on, but I still love when people who tried to hurt me, are silently suffering and they know exactly why. Just let them put the masks on — I see through it.
You can call me a sadist, but I would call myself a karma enjoyer. In fact, my heart is pure until someone pours toxin in it. The flower of hate grows on decayed love. Any kind of love.

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Do you remember who I was when I loved you? Feel me as I'm laughing.

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❛ Somebody stole my eyes again❜

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Hello, Yuvi! Thank you. I hope you've celebrated it well.
I had 4 favourite teachers in my school.

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The first one is our "class mother" who educated me in elementary years (1-4 classes). She is the best person. I want to give her platinum of all my "class mothers". She is extremely kind, understanding, peaceful, caring teacher. These characteristics are important to me not only when I was a child. She helped me adapt to the new environment, as I had never gone to kindergarten wish a lot of cildren.
I can give gold to my "class mother" who guided us in high school (10-11 classes). However she was my foe earlier 😁 because I was bad in Physics (she was a physics teacher). Sometimes she said jokes about my or someones from my class unknowing. Fortunately, as a class mother she was an angel! She hasn't bitten me about Physics (she's helped me with it), protected our class from unfair situations and teachers and supported us at final exams.

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I also still love my Social studies and History teacher. He was a good, cheerful man who had a great ability to explain the lesson perfectly and be friends with the students.
And I adore our second Russian-Literature teacher who taught us in high school. That woman was adorable, soulful, polite. Her lessons were so interesting and available to every student.

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May you share with me too? ^_^

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My favourite teacher was a lecturer I had in college, and though there were a lot of things I admired about him, what I appreciated most was the way that he encouraged me to challenge my anxiety, which at that point in my life, I was struggling to overcome.

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One instance that sticks out in my mind happened around the end of winter term, first year. I’d gotten incredibly wound up over looming deadlines and as often happens when one is carrying around a veritable mountain of unspoken worry, one small thing set me off and I got very upset. My best friend found me crying in the toilets and shortly after, the lecturer in question called me into his office to ask what had happened (my friend came with for morale support).

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After explaining the whole fiasco, he simply nodded and opened a youtube window on his computer. He then began to play a clip from Monty Python's The Meaning of Life for us– namely, the “wafer thin mint” clip. For context, the sketch involves a man eating a comically large amount of food in a restaurant then being offered a wafer thin mint by the waiter as a palate cleanser. He eats the mint, then explodes.

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I don't recommend watching it if you're squeamish since it is a little bit gross, albeit in an exaggerated and cartoony sort of way. 😅

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But anyway, looking back on it now, I think he chose to show us that clip for two reasons. One, to lighten the mood, and two, to teach me a moral lesson about biting off more than I could chew. It’s been over ten years since then and I still remember what he said to me as I closed the YouTube browser:

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“The situation this afternoon was your ‘wafer thin mint’, yeah? You let yourself get so full of worry that one small thing pushed you to bursting point. But you don’t need to be stressed, you’re doing great, you just need to have confidence in yourself.”

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Cecil: -I clear my throat-
I am Cecil Avery Canterbury, Archduke of England and esteemed progenitor of the venerable Canterbury lineage. My father, the late Cecilius Elliot Canterbury, tragically met his demise several years prior, and thus I have assumed stewardship over the Canterbury enterprises. My beloved sire established twenty distinguished subsidiaries that span the globe. Since his passing, I have meticulously enhanced and refined these twenty entities, with aspirations for further expansion, as I endeavor to reach every nook of this enigmatic and enchanting world.

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Among my illustrious holdings are: The Virgin Muse, under the graceful stewardship of Calliope, whose exquisite designs in vintage and Victorian fashion I hold in high regard. Canterbury's Glide N Grace, an ice skating corporation where the illustrious Lelouch consistently leaves his indelible mark! Additionally, we boast our own line of condiments and culinary ventures, epitomized by Canterbury's Dancing Spice, a consortium of talented individuals well-versed in the savory arts, particularly one who possesses a penchant for travel. Furthermore, I preside over an annual competition, Iron Fists, wherein only the most extraordinary may compete, welcoming all who seek to amuse me.

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Let us not overlook Canterbury's TALENTS, featuring Clyde and the triplet prodigies within my cinematic endeavors. I could elaborate on the FOPD and their remarkable Talos technology, for which I contribute, driven by a desire for the safety of our nation and its citizens. However, be forewarned: betrayal may provoke a formidable reckoning.

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Ah, how could I possibly neglect to mention? My illustrious progenitor, the venerable Cecilius III, was the illustrious founder of the Exorcist Church, which I now have the honor of presiding over. I am fortunate to collaborate closely with the esteemed Alexander Lavalliere, who graciously offers his exceptional exorcist services to my noble lineage without hesitation. I take great pride in believing that I possess the most formidable cadre of demon slayers by my side. I find FILTHY DEMONS utterly repugnant.

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Silvestre: -Clears his throat- I am Silvestre Walter, the esteemed personal grand royal butler to my lord, devotedly tending to every requisite he may require of me. Furthermore, I assume the distinguished roles of both guardian and esteemed advisor. Of course, I am not the only one. With me are Atticus, Genesis, Enoc, Atlas, Donatella, Alcina, Akasha and Wisteria. They do other ''roles''. -I bow-

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Akasha: ^_^ -Waves- I'm sure you are all happy to see me back. Better than ever :)

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Atlas: Mmhmm :)

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Donatella: -I bow as well- Greetings.

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