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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 07:51:55 GMT

I was sitting in a lecture hall waiting for a meeting to start. My friend dragged me out to this meeting because he didn't want to go on his own. The room was abuzz with the banter of peoples. Growing restless, my head started to wander across the room. My eyes roamed across the sea of faces, with my gaze passing each one without any passing curiosity. Then, like a lighthouse in the dark of the night, came a face that stood out amongst all others. A face that would launch a thousand ships. But to my misfortune, much like Odysseus who was lost at sea for years, that face would remain nameless. Until one fateful day, I would wander into the God's good graces again, and meet that face. (to be edited)

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 17:54:32 GMT

Hello.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Fri, 08 Sep 2006 18:50:23 GMT

People have two hands;
     to hold, to touch, to feel.
People have two feet,
     to traverse our world.
People have two eyes as well,
     to have a better perspective of their surroundings.
People have two nostrils and matching set of lungs,
     to fill their chests with the fragrance of fresh flowers.
People even have two sides of a brain,
     to better understand our lives'.
But people only have one heart,
     that is,
          until we fall in Love.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Tue, 21 Feb 2006 02:10:30 GMT

I have forgotten the words to the song in my heart. So long have I been preoccupied with the worries of standing still that I have flew past the moments of life, the moments that should slow down time itself. The thought of standing still, being tied down, grounded to this earth, has terrified me so much that I lived as though I was riding a comet. This made me forget about the richness of the earth, and about being humble. Though I was flying, something many men could only wish to do, I was going in a circle, or an ellipse rather much like a comet. If I truely wished to fly, I first need to learn how to walk. So get ready life, because I'm coming for you. Although I am learning how to walk again, I am still moving, moving toward you. I will gather twenty-two hundred of the most beautiful white lotuses and set them into the river to flow back home to signal my arrival, my return home. And though I have forgotten the words, I will sing the words to the song in my heart.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Thu, 13 Oct 2005 17:00:27 GMT

It's been awhile since I wrote in here, and it's gonna be awhile till I do write in here. Till then, read this story. It's an old one, but still good if I do say so myself. Well I'm off, toodles.

Monday, July 11, 2005

Mon, 11 Jul 2005 06:26:07 GMT

are you ready? cause here comes another...

Have you ever closed your eyes,
put your head down to fall asleep,
only to open them up again,
and wake up in another world?
Where everything is wrong,
but seems to fit in place.
Where all the worries and troubles,
are melted away by the two suns
that shines in the ever so blue sky.
There you can converse with
the most gregarious leprechaun
using words that have no meaning
yet share a good chuckle in the process.
Here you can see the old man by the sea
waiting for the chance to live.
Where you can walk out to the sea,
and dance with the mermaids
that lie just beyond your touch.
There you may see the face,
that would launch a thousand ships.
Here the words you say
would not matter,
but the actions you choose
will convey the meaning.
This is the land that is never,
never the land that it is.
You will very well find,
that thought can be touched
imagination has form.
But wouldn't you forget this,
given up whatever joy
you may have dreamed of,
to wake up in the arms,
of the one you love?

-yea, something like that... hopefully I may dream again... haven't had a proper
dream in months.
p.s. If you look closely, it appears as though I have a piece of rice in my eye.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Wed, 29 Jun 2005 03:34:01 GMT

Random story time. It's based on actual events.

I saw Santa once. It was a long time ago, in a land not so far away. At the time I was attending the Carl Sandburg elementary school in the hidden village of Mira Mesa where I was studying to be a super ninja. It was around mid-December when I saw him. What other month would you see good old Saint Nick? (Well, you'll probably see him in Aruba in the month of August holding a frosty pina colada.) So as I was saying, my classmates and I were having our art session of the day. I was busy drawing pictures of pretty flowers when a rapping came at the door. I was wondering who this could be, disturbing our class, knocking at the classroom door, evermore. I was about to fly my paper jet across the room during the confusion that the knock had brought when I froze in my tracks. The door blew open letting in the bitter winter winds, sending a chill down our spines. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the flood of sunlight let in by the open door, I saw who it was rapping at the classroom door. Just as I came to this realization, I dropped my paper jet plane straight down to the ground, just as did my jaw. It was no other then jolly ole' Saint Nicholas himself. There was no mistaking it. He had the red velvet suit and everything, right down to the rosy cheeks. He came into the room shouting, "Ho, Ho, Ho!" while his belly was shaking like a big bowl of jello. Santa then proceeded to make his way around the classroom, passing out handfuls of candy canes, toys and jolly head rubs. He even gave the teacher a jolly rub, except she got hers on her rear (I guess Santa's arm was too tired from holding that big bag of toys over his shoulder to reach all the way up to the teacher's head). Although she didn't quite get the same joy out of the jolly rub as the children did though. After he made his rounds with the children, he was off to the north pole. But he wasn't the only one to leave the classroom. No sooner had I thrown my half-eaten, slimy and sticky candy cane into the hair of the cootie ridden girl who sat across from me, that I was sent to the Principal's office. Now this wasn't the first trip I made to the Principal's office, but each trip was always worse then the last. She was quite known not only for stern lectures, but also for reporting the weather if you know what I mean. (It means she spits when she talks in case you didn't). I soon made my way across campus toward the front office where the Principal's office was located. As I entered the office, I prepared myself for a torrential rainstorm. Oddly enough, the Principal seemed happy, almost giddy when I opened her door. That was short-lived though because after she saw that it was just me, her eyebrows came together. What was even more odd was the fact that she let me go, without a weather report or even a lecture. She just told me not to do it again and sent me off. Before I could turn around, she brought out a paddle. I was in shock, was she going to do what I thought she was? I know what I did was wrong, but to deserve a paddling? Seeing the dread in my eyes, she chuckled and told me that it wasn't for me and that it was for some other "naughty boy". Quite bewildered, I walked out into the front office. As if that wasn't enough, I saw Santa Claus make his way toward me. So I thought. He just smiled at me and walked straight to the Principal's door. Now what was this? Was Saint Nick in trouble? Did he lose his way? What was going on? Now Santa couldn't be in trouble, could he? Quite the inquisitive adolescent, I lingered around to see what was the outcome of this curious event. The adults in the front office didn't seem to care much that a child was wandering around, not in class. I guess they were too busy chattering amongst themselves to notice me. I wonder what they were talking about. They were all whispering, which was quite odd since they aren't the ones in class. An hour must have past since I heard the recess bell ring. I didn't feel like playing kickball much though, I was too worried about Santa. Another hour must have passed when the Principal's door opened. I stood up from where I was sitting on the floor waiting for Santa, but in his place walked out the creepy janitor, holding a rather large black duffel bag.. Baffled, I stood there as the janitor walked by me, with that evil sneer of his. Before he walked out of the front office, he turned around to face the Principal. They shared an evil glance. Now what was going on, I thought to myself. Could the creepy janitor have snuck in while I was busy daydreaming about snowflakes and reindeer? What did they do to Santa? Now all the students knew that the Principal and the creepy janitor were two of the most dubious duo at school, but who knew they were working together? I came to the only conclusion my adolescent brain could conclude; the Principal and the creepy janitor joined forces to take over the hidden village of Mira Mesa. They used Santa. They killed him, stuffed him in the duffel bag and took his bag of toys to bribe the ninja students to use them in their plot to take over our village. I had to stop them, it was my way of the ninja. Just as I was about to jump into action, the lunch bell rang. I heard my belly roar. I soon forgot about everything else and ran toward the cafeteria. It was macaroni and cheese day, my favorite day.

p.s. im just about to begin.

Monday, June 27, 2005

Mon, 27 Jun 2005 06:21:34 GMT

It's sunday night, and the weekly quota was not met. So here I go with five random things about me.
1. During the summer season, I like to trim certain hariy regions of my body, mainly the under arms and happy trail.
2. I have a fear of being impaled, specially by horned animals.
3. I have the belief and sneaking suspicion that I will die by being impaled.
4. I am allergic to shellfish.
5. Shellfish is one of my favorite foods, despite the itching.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Sun, 26 Jun 2005 04:15:40 GMT

Weird thing scent is, specially how it's the number one sense tied to memory. Most people who suffer from amnesia usually start to remeber their old lives again after smelling something familiar and regaining those old memories tied to it. But yea, tonight I was out with the roomies renting a movie when I smelled the most familiar scent. It was the perfume or some scent that ladies wear. It brought back the thought of this one girl I know but haven't seen in forever. I turned around expecting to see her, but i knew that I wouldn't since I'm in Moval and she's in San Diego. For some reason though, I expected to see her nonetheless. Crazy thing the olfactory is. Even now when I smell dep gel, I get old memories and feelings I had when I went to Colorado with some friends about eight years ago. That was the first time I used dep gel and dep gel has a unique smell as with most gels and Colorado was one of the best times I ever had in my life. Scent. My favorite sense. I really like that perfume, lotion whatever it is. I kind of want to know the name of it, but for now, I'm happy just smelling it. O yea, its Saturday night. I have till Sunday to fufill my self imposed weekly quota of one writing or else suffer the consequence of revealing five random things about myself, which I really rather not do. It really sucks too cuase for the past couple months, thoughts and words keep floating around in my head. All I have to do is put them on paper and connect them, but its as if since theres so many thoughts up there, that they're all clogged. I really want to get this one poem out. Its been on my mind since about February. So yea, hopefully I can chew it out by tomorrow. Till then, bye.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Thu, 23 Jun 2005 00:39:41 GMT

i ripped my favorite shorts. im sad. i would still wear it if the rip wasnt so close to the crotch area. deng it. it was about time tho, i could see the fabric wearing thin around that area. i dont know why tho.... haha, ok back to freecell.