The Kumkuat Korner

October 6th 2019 So a few months ago I posted on Facebook about a neighborhood feral cat who didn't like anyone after its owner died. Since then, almost everyday, Billie Boo has been taking time out of her very important day to come and greet me. Today she did the craziest thing.  Normally in the morning on my way to my car to go to work, she hears me coming and meows to me good morning or walks me to the outside gate. This morning I came down, I hear her meowing and see she's on the second floor of the staircase on the ramparts next to mine which is weird because she never goes up any stairs. I wave tell her good morning and rush off to my car not thinking anything besides it's strange.  Later, coming back home from work Billie Boo is chilling inside the gate relaxing in some rocks. I locked my car and made my way to pet Billie Boo like I always do, then headed off to my apartment which is on the third floor. And guess which sassy feline decided to fol...

Me, Martin, Pati, Valeria and Andrea after passing through inspection. I know it's been a ( LOOOOOONG ) while  since I've been to the Forbidden City but I just felt like THIS post needed so much BACKGROUND information. More of the amazing rich history that is needed to understand the pictures. And that required more time. So I hope I have done justice these pictures as I take you on my trip to the Forbidden City Palace. You're probably are wondering, "Why is it called the Forbidden City?" Well, that's because back in ancient China, only the Emperor and all of his court people could live in the Palace, and because of this, no one, I mean,  NO ONE,  could leave nor enter without his permission. If they did, you would be severely punished. More than likely with your life. Anyways... Meridan Gate before the Gate of Supreme Harmony The first thing you notice about the Forbidden City are the massive walls that surround the ...

Have you ever seen that one movie or read that one book that fills you with so much emotion, you become a wreck by simply the half of the whole thing? The one that makes you feel so wrapped up in the characters, and you grow with them, emotionally attaching yourself to the main character because you feel you understand him... Or her. And then, as you are nearing the end of the story, you are a sobbing mess of emotions so thick you can barely breathe. You feel hot. Your heart pounds in your chest. You feel excitement, sorrow, broken, jealous, angry, content, annoyed, a wild tide of feelings that you can't  .... won't settle on one in particular. You are happy for the ending, but you begin to feel empty because you return, to your body, your own feelings, your own story. You wonder how you would act if it was you in the place of the hero... or villain, or monster. or foe. That feeling that there is something more . An ache in your chest, a sort of hollow...

I am chaos, I destroy all in my path. I am stupidity, I affect everyone. I am devastation, I bring nothing but shattered dreams. I am war, I spill blood in your lands. I am misery, I will bring all of you down. I am anger, I can blind you with buried wrath. I am lust, I make you dizzy with desire. I am the plague, I bestow it to everyone close to me. I am poverty, I can be seen on the street everyday. I am sorrow, I can make you cry. I am greed, I make friends turn against each other. I am hate, I will exist forever. I am depression, I come after happiness. I am fear, I swear to be always with you. I am infidelity, I happen to everyone who want something new. I am starvation, I carry a weightless burden. I am jealousy, I fill your head with doubts. I am human, I make mistakes. Written by Lady Kumkuat

There is seriously NO BODY here on Blogger. Every blog I check has gone MIA after 2012. Was it because they thought the Mayan Calendar was going to really prophesier the end of the world? Cause NEWS FLASH people!  It's 2014 already! And while the 2012 might have squashed those Bloggers like a tennis shoe on a cockroach, I  am very much a live and breathing and will continue to write. Because I miss it. This will be come my diary....   And no, by diary I don't mean like the Bridget Jones Diary from that one movie (or was it book first then movie?) with Rene Zellweller-something!   And not at all like the song Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin, although that's a pretty amazing song that make me go ape-shit and make me want to be even more rebellious and BAD ASS !  Now as I listen to this song and sing along, I wonder where the point I was about to make go. Oh well.  CARRY ON while I sing my lungs out!!!!

Sometimes, I don't want to be me.  There's nothing good about me. Really, there isn't. I imagine what it would be like in other people's shoes. Sometimes a rich person's expensive shoes.  Sometimes a person without shoes and with only the clothes on their back and a dog named Jelly Bean. Or a person with absolutely no obligations, nothing holding them back from doing anything or nothing at all. I wish I could be anyone. Anyone, but me. I space out, wish I didn't have big hips. big breast, belly rolls, and a flat ass.  Wish my I had a body that everybody wanted or a body that at least got noticed, but certainly not mine. In my head, I rip my soul out of my body and place it on someone beautiful or handsome or plain or ugly.  But I can't.  Because I'm not anybody.  I'm just me. So, I stick to what I have.  I flaunt the things I have plenty of. Wit, snide, intuition, sarcasm, sass,  cleavage.  And shrug off the things that you p...