IF I FIND YOU SUBMERGED IN MY INTROSPECTION, IT'S BECAUSE I AM ONE WHO OVERFLOWS WITH IT. MY EXISTENCE IS CAPTIONED BY THIS PREDICAMENT OF A LIFE LARGER THAN THE MARGINS PLACED AROUND ITS EDGES.
MY BITTERSWEET STATEMENTS IN SUPPORT OF THE FREEDOM TO EXPRESS..
I sneer at people who can throw invectives at others without knowing where they are insufficient... Those who rage in anger over things they never understood - like how two strangers connect without spending time to talk..Or why it seemed like they have known each other before?... In the paradigm of sacrifice, I am the one that always needed something to believe in, in all the aspects of my life. To live, to protect my children, to love and fight for others and everything that matters to my existence. I learned, slowly, in the length of time too stretched and far away that hope the same as love is the simplest of word we can think of and give. And ironically, the hardest to get in this world where deceit and betrayal can sometimes disguise themselves as over-bearing. The purity of heart will always remain the wall that shields us. It's certitude.
♥ON BOOK POWER!♥
I love books, I treasure them like my life. I spend thousands of minutes in Powerbooks - reading from prologues to epilogues before paying for them. And it's one freaking habit I carried on to ppl close to me - they're adddicted to it! .
♥MY TAKE ON KIDLAT TAHIMIK AND HIS SUNFLOWER HOUSE!♥
Truthfully,I would celebrate each day I get the chance to meet people who think this way. Kindred ideas of equal mindset... People who idolise Sun Tzu's The Art of War and Coelho's Warrior of the Light...People who can relish every second of conversation with Eric De Guia as he talks about the planks of woods he used to build his atelier on Session Rd..And how art is desecrated by wannabe's.
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♥ON THE SWIFT PASSING OF TIME...♥
Youth is fleeing, temporary. In this life, family & friendships are like the air that I breathe. I feel if you let go of those, just like your youth, everythin will be BLAH. We should keep them - like how you imagine a child holding tightly a lollipop in his hand..
♥WHAT ABOUT THE PALM READER?♥
An old soul, so said by a palm reader. One blink of my eyes would mean a thousand ideas conceived and processed... Do you know what constitutes the basic idea of being a woman of substance? When intelligent conversation matters more than sex itself.. I am starting to patronize that...How many reincarnations ive transcended? Caffeine-freak. Walk into my skin... Soulful.Ethereal.
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1.18.2005
CRUEL THOUGHTS OF A CELIBATE THINKER PART 2..

This is one of those countless moments when I'd lose my synapses.How can I guard myself from this crippling sound of silence? I turned to my both sides of bed.. I see Roxeanne to my left and Wam to my right, calmly asleep. When you watch your children sleep, you learn to appreciate the sound of their breathing...How it elevates you to another plane...And if I were to speak of a day's momentum, this must be it for me.

But then, as it is for one lonely, vagabond soul fighting for the true meaning of her life, I see my heart longing for that voice to call my name in between my sleeping and waking moments...A silen kiss on my forehead..Two arms whose reach could stretch on to touch my life's lowest point, and lift it...If I sleep now, my dreams would be the same. As I traverse this endless path of sadness symbolized by a cabinet with nary a shadow of even one piece of male's underwear. How will that transpire?

All the time I spent fighting for meaning in everything I do. Everyday, I carry that burden. If only for a while I could metamorphose each burden into a moment of peace and solace, I could have laughed longer...and real..Like remembering my childhood and the first time I heard my firstborn cry. If I could freeze each moment onto forever.

Makes me deal with this ethereally. And I have been, for the last 6 years! Damn.
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1.16.2005
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I'm a slow reader. If I like a book, I'm an even slower reader. If the book I'm reading sprang from the mind of one Nick Tosches, it will take me the better part of an entire day to hit triple-digits, page-wise. I am reading for content, I am reading for craft. I want to remember dates and names and why things happened. So I read. And re-read. And re-re-read until the execution of a single sentence or paragraph has been adequately digested. Like a cow regurgitating a meal and chewing it again, repeating the process. Only what I'm reading isn't cud, but the cow itself. Marinated and grilled medium-rare.

I used to think I was quite fond of being alone, lounging on a couch or in a chair, with a book cracked open in my right hand, the bedroom door closed. But I was only alone in the strictest sense. Reading books and experiencing the company of words, another person's thoughts sent across space via the printed page. Reading letters, sincere expressions from another human being, send ripples of intimacy through my brain. This is community of the highest order. I remember a time when I longed for a swarm of friends. There was also a time when my validity as a human being hinged on which lunch table I occupied. But now I am finding a sweeter comfort in solitude.
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