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"i cant really tell, im too poor on fantasy and intelligence to know or feel or see..." -Realism Is A Drag
"poets are dreamers... we daydream at our own peril" -Dr.Garnett
"those who write clearly have readers, those who write obscurely have commentators." -Albert Camus
"There are no facts, only interpretations." -Friedrich Nietzsche
"No man would set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in. Tropic of Cancer." -Henry Miller
"A man who lives for music dies into the same silence as one who lives for the pen or sword." -Floyd Skloot
"A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence." -Leopole Stokowski
"Only boring people are bored for long, and bored people are always boring." -Irvine Welsh
"Art is a lie which tells the truth." -Pablo Picasso
"just when you think tomorrow will never come; it's yesterday." -Earl Wilson
"We imagine always when we speak that it is our own ears, our own mind, that are listening." -Marcel Proust
"We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about." -Albert Einstein
"There is only one thing that I know for certain: the value judgements of human beings are undoubtedly guided by their desire for happiness and thus amount to an attempt to back up their illusions with arguments." -Sigmund Freud
"People would rather make the void their purpose than be void of purpose." -Friedrich Nietzsche
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."." -Oscar Wilde
"this is the worst world of all the worlds was it just a bit more worse it could not even exist!" -Arthur Schopenhauer
"When it is dark, the objects and I will come out of limbo. Nausea" -Jean-Paul Sartre
"We all need mirrors to remind ourselves of who we are – I’m no different." -Leonard Shelby
"If God created us in His image we have certainly returned the compliment." - Voltaire
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    Sunday, February 27, 2005

    Everybody looks but nobody tells what he thinks

    Upon re-reading the Symposium of Plato, I chanced upon this thought that I can hardly point out a greater good for someone, to have, than a good lover, and for a lover, a beloved.

    That should guide human beings who are going to live fairly throughout their lives, cannot be implemented by neihter blood ties, nor honors, nor wealth, nor anything else as beautifully as by love.

    Now what do I say this is? It is shame in the face of shameful things and honorable ambition in the face of beautiful things. For without them, neither city nor private person can accomplish great and beautiful deeds. So I assert than in the case of any real man who loves, were is to come to light that he was either doing something shameful or putting up with it from another out of cowardice and without defending himself, he would not be as pained on being observed by either his father, his comrades, nor anyone else as by his beloved. We observe that this same thing also applies in the case of the beloved. He is exceptionally shamed before his lover whenever he is seen to be involved in something shameful for him.

    So if there were any possibility that a city or army could be composed of lovers and beloveds, then there could be no better way for them to manage their own city. Coz they would abstain from all that is shameful and be filled with love or honor before one another. And besides, were they to do battle alongside one another, then even a few of this sort would win over just about all human beings; for a real man in love would of course far less prefer to be seen by his beloved than by all the rest when it comes to deserting his post or throwing away his weapons. He would chose to be dead many times over before that happened.

    And, to say nothing of leaving behind one's beloved or not coming to his aid when he is in danger, there is no one so bad that, he would not be directed toward virtue - to the point where he is like one who is best by nature: And simply as Homer said "the strength that the god breathed into some of the heroes*", the lovers supplies from himself to their beloved.

    note: *In Iliad, Athena breathes strength into Diomedes, and Apollo does the same for Hector.

    Be it dreaming or undreaming with the idealism of love, with this I could say, as a beloved, that I have reached that same height of feeling and as a lover, that I have also breathe strength to my beloved as he breathed unto me.

    Thursday, February 24, 2005

    jumping off the boat going to santorini

    Got a mail just recently from one of the dreaming lost souls lurking through this blog. And maybe this is not only an answer to him/her and those who were asking what happened to the proposal that was left on a string of unclear sleeping... and awakening; but maybe also an answer to the answer to the answer of the answer I got from that thought. (phew.. that was long...anyway...)

    "Does it have a happy ending?" Does it have an ending? Will it ever end? Will my daydreams never end? Will I ever stop to wish on dreaming of being in another place? Will I ever stop to floathe between my dreams and the real things? Who hasn't anyway? And hmm yeah... Dreams Never End.

    Well, it is left on a dangle still but I am thankful I have already jumped off that boat that was on its way to the island of gone dreams. Coz now I'm dreaming away in the arms of beautiful sweet sweet sweet paris wings... and yes sir, I can moogie. 8D

    Monday, February 21, 2005

    Dreams and what they might mean

    Awake. To feel an awakening experience, signifies that there is some good and brighness instore for you, but there will be disappointments intermingled between the present and that time.

    Rice. Rice is good to see in dreams. It fortells success and warm friendships. Prosperity to all trades is promised. To eat it, signifies happiness and domestic comfort. To see it mixed with dirt or otherwise impure, denotes sickness and separation from friends.

    Kitchen. To dream that your kitchen is clean and orderly fortells you will become the mistress of interesting fortunes.

    Sun. To dream of seeing clear, shining sunrise, foretells joyous events and prosperity, which give delightful promises. A sun shining through clouds, denotes that troubles and difficulties are losing hold on you, and prosperity is nearing you.

    hmm... interesting dream. it's not really boring if you look at these possible meanings.. no more dark clouds... *.*

    reference: Encyclopedia of Dreams, c 1993 Tiger Books International, London

    Thursday, February 17, 2005


    Your electric waves
    Linger in the cold breeze
    of a Sunday afternoon

    And how the empty passion
    of an unworthy heart
    Capture the scent of your thoughts

    I can sense the warmth
    Although I know
    that our dreamy heart
    Cannot touch.

    My head spins with the wind
    Dark light
    And spark beams
    Echoes us into oblivion

    Chase the morning clouds
    With graveyard tears
    And hopeful nonsense

    Wading into candle lights
    and passersby
    Whispering . . .
    I wanna hold you close forever.

    Sunset 'til dawn break
    And I can never
    burry down a spell uncast
    our yearning eyes cannnot save.

    Wednesday, February 16, 2005


    seduced by moonlight
    silence decided to declare itself
    should i not feel lost?
    i cannot breathe
    i cannot sleep
    i cannot weep

    dream away in the fire in your eyes
    wrapped in the cold with you
    melt with the breath of your mind
    should i summarize
    should i be surreal
    should we blissfuly feel?

    waiting for the caress of twilight
    confined in the grasp of knowing
    darkness is my knight
    will you save me
    will you stay
    will you go away?

    unstopped, unseen, no periphery
    radiating embrace of what we seem
    connected by a dream
    just you and me
    and a hundread
    and a thousand
    and a hundread more
    of you and me...

    Monday, February 14, 2005


    I go to sleep
    when my brain gives up on me
    I go to sleep
    when my eyes shut themselves
    I don’t go to sleep
    when I can still see
    but the darkness blinds me
    and my senses are free.
    I don’t go to sleep
    if I still feel.
    if I can still think.
    if I can still remember.

    so my soul travels
    to the other side of eternity
    across space and time
    and limitless boundaries.

    as I look at different angles
    I see different souls
    in a chaotic phase they go
    in all directions they run.

    then I saw a faint light
    sparkling by the distance
    standing far about.
    it took long for me to go there
    but I followed its radiance...

    I crawled through
    the dark tunnel to the other side
    closing my eyes as I slide
    and I slip, and I try to stand.

    feeling close now, feeling warm
    I sense the light drawling near
    in exhaustion I pause.
    in trepidation I fear.

    but a breeze opened my eyes
    and I fall.
    and in a heartbeat I saw
    brittle drops
    burning in bright flame
    negatively electric touch
    catch me. hold me.
    and I ride and sail away
    to the flight of his paris wings

    as I close my eyes smiling
    now I can sleep
    in the arms of fiery poetry
    with the scent of sweet Amber lips.

    note: best felt when re-read with Explosions in the Sky's "Glittering Blackness"

    Sunday, February 13, 2005

    i am a schizo

    so, you wanna know how crazy you are? me too! lol. with more free time today, continuously clicking on from blog link to blog link, a site chanced its way to this Demented sunshine girl's world. and yes, it is confirmed. i am a Schizo.

    Schizoid Personality Disorder - individual generally detached from social relationships, and shows a narrow range of emotional expression in various social settings.

    Schizotypal Personality Disorder - individual is uncomfortable in close relationships, has thought or perceptual distortions, and peculiarities of behavior.

    hoha! but don't laugh now... take your own Personality Disorder Test and don't just take it once. the more similar results you get, the more accurate it is.

    lmao... and here's my results. utterly amuzing, isn't it?

    Saturday, February 12, 2005


    to the other room,
    i lock myself
    lie down on the bed, feet shaking
    feeling my flesh become numb with the silence
    i curl.
    i wait.
    i lay. silent.
    i weep to the questions with no answers
    how would i escape
    if i place myself in seclusion?
    yes, i am a liar.
    yes, i am a sinner.
    and yes, i am afraid.

    now i surrender to the silence.
    i surrender to the darkness.
    surrender to the light.
    leave everything behind.
    who am i fooling?
    every heartbeat throbs to my ear.
    stare at the door
    the dark sight of an empty space

    the other side threatens to destroy
    and in silence i remain.
    your cruel words gush to my bloodthirst ears
    as you go in circles
    in my monotonous world
    accuse me of betrayal
    and i accuse you of stealing my soul.
    dont wanna feel numb anymore.
    dont wanna remain silent anymore.
    let go. let go.
    let me be.


    note: yes, this is for J

    Monday, February 07, 2005

    standing in the cold with you...



    I pass through
    The isle of nothingness
    And once again
    I am null.

    The void Of my empty heart
    Throbs the beat
    Of insignificance.
    And I have no power
    Over me.
    And I am gone;

    Spit the fire
    Burn in agony
    Beam back the sorrows
    Out of me.

    And so I pass by
    With this thought again,
    And gone with the day
    From my own inexistence.

    Isolated and unfree
    Grasping with anxiety.
    Gone and will forever be;
    Myself and I.

    Sunday, February 06, 2005

    @--- Strangers ---@

    Set free this soul of mine
    Freeze the frame of each second
    Tired eyes, tired dreams
    Tired screams
    Wash away this pain
    Drain down
    Erase. Evaporate
    My senses numb for you
    My thoughts ache for youto see:
    How my world shatter
    Every second of your breath.
    You create a little monster
    Chasing my dreams away.
    And I laugh with misery
    As your shadow
    Decorates your icicle lips.
    Until now you’ve never known
    Who I am. What I am.
    And I will not know you.

    for J

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