You knew that Little Red Riding Hood simply wanted to get rid of her mother, so that she could sleep with the Big Bad Wolf, and the ferocious hunter, didn't you?

You knew that Little Red Riding Hood's instinctual drive was to be possessed by the wolf, who would make her a full female - and that because she was a child, this urge was translated into a desire to be devoured by the wolf ... didnt you?

Perhaps you knew that Red Riding Hood was a warning by sexually repressed and repressive males in France, that females should beware the sexually predatory male wolf. And that this interpretation still weaves itself through the American psyche in the twentieth century...

Red Riding Hood rises from the pages of the book, like a flower unfurling, not yet sure of what awaits her. She has a heavy, fur-lined hood, covering her eyes so she cannot see what the future holds. She is awakening in the land of dreams, looking to become a full woman.

Possessed by the wolf with feet of human...

Looking at him but not seen to look, ashamed of her own humanity

She is female, and she is innocence, but her red cap links her to hell, where the devilish wolf resides in the air. She is destined for possession.

She has fallen from grace. The flowers that she once resembled; breathed as, lived as, now shy from her. Her fingers cannot stretch wide enough to catch them. She is grounded now, stuck on the Earth and in Purgatory, yet surrounded by the dream-land. The red foreboding sky always told her of what was inside her.

It took a staring human beast to bring it out...

-domen lombergar-

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some food for thought from a thought-provoking website.

nothing much going on lately, besides being
tired from giving out newspapers in the mornings,
brain-wrecked from thinking of mechanisms for R A G,
infuriated with my lack of stamina and competency during kendo,
frustrated with my less-than-satisfactory results
ambivalent with my choices and decisions,
disappointed with the sudden onset of artist's block

last kendo practice really gave me a timely wake up call.
halfway through the practice i had a urge to give a crazy mad bellow
it was almost as if i felt like i was on the verge of tipping towards insanity.

then i went for rag, which was slightly frustrating, because its depressing to think that all the training i've done for sets doesnt seem to have equipped myself with the neccessary skills to think of mechanisms. its depressing to be outdone by a freshie, who then ....well...sigh the feeling is mutual i guess. i understand at this point of time the outcome is entirely more important than the process, but i cant help feeling like a loser myself. its not you, its not them, its me.

what vijay said summarized everything:
some of you who have never done sets can think of mechanisms, while
some of you who have done sets still cannot think of mechanisms

then again, something huiro said during supper kind of pacified me;
me : its sad that i cant think of stuff like this despite having gone through sets
huiro : ? but sets is like this what *puts hands in non moving action*
dont have mechanisms lei. haha
me : .... *look of revelation*
huiro : its not like the garuda's tail moves or the naga's mouth can open mah, all
not moving eh.
me: yeah... hmnmmmm


well. never mind that.





i waiting for the day that a sudden stroke of brillance will hit me and i will hold on to it forever.