Monday, November 27, 2006

Day 1

I wish I can fool myself that I still like you or love you for that matter.

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I know I'm jumping into conclusions again. But I am more afraid for your sake.
I dont' want to disturb the balance that you have long been aiming, struggling and (almost) dying for.

People do things for their sake. Altruism is a disguised form of self centeredness. In my case it is equivalent to guilt.

We both inflicted pain in each other and to ourselves as well. We were miserable. We were masochistic jerks. We were wandering for a commonality in the world and we found each other. We found some relief in that. Then the commonality that bounded us came to haunt us. There comes misery, masochism and chaos. The more we try to mend it the farther we are driven apart. That caused gaps and gaps became silence and silence became misconceptions and misconceptions became what we are.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Starbucks talk

Life is coffee.

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- Belgian waffle with bittersweet cream of life struggles-

This pass few days i injested large quantities of caffeine and my pocket has been cleanly swept out of money.

Its ok. I mean its worth it. The talk more than the coffee.

All of us undergoes a certain type of tradegy.

I try to break out of the absurdity and mundaneness of senior life.

I try to find love (again) with or without relationships.


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Monday, November 06, 2006

Longest line

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It is necessary to suffer to be beautiful.


"I have seen you laugh. I have seen you cry. Even if the whole world denies you, you still have me."

(God I wanted to hear that)

Friday, November 03, 2006

Quotes of the day

A vulture of silence
will eat your gut.

Your own misery
will pick at your soul.

And you will be mute in your shame.

From: Apolitical Intellectuals
by Otto Rene Castillo

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Festina lente et fugit ireparabile tempus

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And hunger is part of your routine. Like desire, you give in. To it.
To engorge. To live. Just to die.

From: Anti
Sitting Amok XV,
UP Quills bi-annual folio

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The memory
is a happy place
to dwell in.

Sequitur
is found
non
in the
blank eyes
of
Love.

From: Zones
by gretchen singson que (guniguni)