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Entries for October, 2004October 5, 2004
Faces
Posted at 10:27 AM
Patience. This familiar monster, no more – teasing, testing, eating away at the final thread that holds my sanity. Should I content myself with the familiar faces that are no more alien to me than a first smile that cannot reciprocate a curve from these cold rubies? Faces. Soaked in loathing, leering mischievously, gloating, smiling in mockery. Even the pale blue starscape cannot hold its misery. The fat woman from the opera belts her anguish in allusion to the sad, sad weather. But why must I hold back?
Liquid salt,
Warm and heavy,
Pouring from the vast blue bowl.
When will it stop?
Patience. This familiar monster, no more – teasing, testing, eating away at the final thread that holds my sanity. Perhaps I will wait. Wait until the gentle healer washes all the detriment in the already filthy pavement. Time is infinite.
I miss you, Endymion.
October 6, 2004
Harness
Posted at 04:08 AM
 The first few pages of the bound parchment seemed infinitely fragile. It's been so long since you last held a book in your hand. The first few scribbles seemed like jibberish, lodging you into confusion. What happened here? This is what happens when you stop reading right in the middle of the climax. You lose your momentum and you'd have to start all over again. All sense and sanity being seeped into the vortex. But as your hands splay about the crisp white paper, you decide that it will all be worth it. You say "hello" to the thick, wide spine. "This will be a long read," you admonish yourself uttering the words aloud. "Will I finish or will my brooding again halt to a sudden pause?" You spread the infinite wonder in its virginal entirety. You know that you've made the right choice. ================================================ Sea Foam  I started reading again. I can't help but feel a little jubilant. Reading, to me, has always been a celebration -- of new knowledge, opening myself up to a new experience, of seeing myself as one of the elusive characters in the story. Enough with toiling with half-truths and pressing fork-tongued snakes to cough up virtue. And so, I'll start climbing today. Alee to a greater pursuit, a most welcome adventure. From now on, I want to be happy. ================================================ Potions Bought DVD yesterday afternoon with Lucy. My rummaging through the haystack finally did some good. I was able to purchase Sylvia and The Notebook. Ah, love lost, and young love.  I was prolly too enrapt with what treasure I found, I forgot all bout the scheduled training. Oh, well. Tomorrow, perhaps.
October 12, 2004
Dear One
Posted at 12:01 AM
 I remember writing this. And I remember trying to find myself again -- swimming across the hundredth ocean and finally seeing your face across the vast infinity. When I reach that secret place, I strive to lose myself in that very moment and your smile becomes my purpose.
October 13, 2004
Surreal
Posted at 11:26 PM
Alan introduced me to this rarity -- a site full of surrealism and imagination. I've posted some of my favorite pieces. Indulge! Warning: Not for Kiddies!  Reminds me of Alice in Wonderland  Alee, towards a more interesting side of the world  This one is my absolute favorite! The fates will probably frown when they hear about us trying to continue where we left off. But I guess, all contemplations which comprise my entirety has suddenly obliterated. Your smile has made me oblivious to any other emotion. Advanced Happy Birthday, my dear kindling. Your face lights up the sky on the highway.
Someday,
You'll share your world with me someday.
You mesmerize me with diamond eyes.
I try to fool myself to think I'll be alright.
But I am losing all control.
My mind, my heart, my body and my soul
Never in my life have I been more sure.
So come on up to me and close the door.
Nobody's made me feel this way before.
You're everything I wanted and more.
To speak or not to; where to begin.
The way dilemmas I'm finding myself in.
For all I know you only see me as a friend.
I try to tell myself wake up fool;
this fairy tale's got to end.
"Never in my life have I been more sure.
So come on up to me and close the door.
Nobody's made me feel this way before.
You're everything I wanted [more]." [2x]
You're everything I wanted.
October 21, 2004
Tales of Loathing
Posted at 04:39 AM
I'm idling. Gloating. Gloating. Gloating. Why? Because I'm one of His brilliant little creatures. *sinister grin* This week's birth started with none less than a calamity of rumors built on nothing but ponderous pregnancy on nonchalant details of other people's lives. I hope your sorry little faces are happy now! It amuses me, the way people spin webs of never-ending gossip, feeding on other people's annoyance -- misery. You don't even know the whole story. I pity you. Bruised Ego Mr. "I-Have-A-Bigshot-Backer" is at it again. I let his nonchalant boasting pass but to create a fandango about a little quip is too much. It seems that he's running out of fans to pester and he's here to bore us with his pseudo-philosophical act. Oh, please! Spare us your childish platitudes and obvious inanity. I will not delete you from the mailing list. I could always use a good laugh. Your ignorance amuses me. To Those Who Want To Bring Me Down Words are just words. Go sulk!
October 21, 2004
Disillusions
Posted at 05:42 AM
 The glass ceiling began to crack. There was very little that my prayers could do. The gap was too wide, too vast for anyone's understanding. Why do we cry? Do we cry because we feel betrayed? Do we cry because we feel alone? Or are we just disillusioned by life's complicated simplicities. To answer this, you would need to feel your most destitute state or you wouldn't be able to relate. Not everything is built on firm ground. Sometimes, it is still comforting to build sand castles. The lapping salt water washes away the flaws, washes away the sins. And we forget. Sometimes.
October 25, 2004
Smoke
Posted at 12:01 PM
Every morning he rouses himself from slumber to light a cigarette in the porch. He’s probably contemplating about his past errors, present frustrations, future plans, who knows. All I know is that it has been like this since time immemorial. Crisp morning air, the crack of a lighter, the smooth swoosh of smoke emanating from parched, dry lips. Yes, it has always been like that. I always wondered what dad wakes up too early in the morning for. It’s still a mystery to me. Twilight. The freezing temperature tugs at my mollified state. I was awake, staring at a blank ceiling, contemplating about my pointless reveries, thinking about him, then remembering the smooth smoke which swooshed like a graceful dancer from dad’s lips. And then I knew. Crisp morning air, the crack of a lighter, the smooth swoosh of smoke emanating from parched, dry lips. It’s all a blanket of comfort, for a moment where you are alone – that single moment of quietude where you feel alive again.
October 28, 2004
Posted at 05:27 AM
woe is me.
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