worth

07 March 2007
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did you feel the merciless cold biting
the rod went in one side and out the other
two eyes planted one and another
the paroxysms probably well worth it
wound and blood vanishing without a trace
leaving eyes that stare back at your pretty face
a silver sheen through the coiling whirls of smoke
emitting forth handheld pipes of rolled-up chemicals
we twiddle and fiddle in our freed-up fingers

observing patterns on the curiously tiled floor
observing patterns on the yawningly tall blocks
observing patterns on the peacefully blank skies
observing patterns in your swirlingly lustrous eyes

yes it was all worth it
yes it was well worth it

words lost in misty spaces
ideas wrapped in tracing paper
kisses spread on mutual skin
time concealed in tightly-clenched fists

"where shall we go now?" you ask
"let's eat ice cream"
"ok"
yum
i love ice cream


worth

07 March 2007
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surrealistic poets

18 April 2007



"Mayakovsky was really fashionable for his time, in the 1920s... He wore these really cool-looking caps on his clean-shaven head. And he bore this smothering, intense gaze." He turns to look at me. "Just like you. You kind of look like him, you know."

under the scissors

04 April 2007



Cheap cut with Lao Fu Zi comics to boot. Wonderful.

dawn breaks

04 April 2007



dawn breaks
the first sober morning rays dissipate
the inebriation of the night before
and empty skies are finished
with yesterday's downpour
blow-dried highways run clean again
with no trace or stains of the past
as memories are swept away
from the beginnings to the very last

alphabetical orders

30 March 2007



But when the realization finally hits you there and then that you are now a university student together with all the trappings of hellish homework, remote research, pernicious papers, murderous mid-terms, lascivious lovers, broken hearts, award-winning novels, late nights, rabid rumours and cranky (not to mention fucking loud) hostel neighbours, you will have all of three seconds to fully reconcile this thought with your rainsoaked peanut of a brain and your battered trainwreck of a soul before you go utterly insane.

eavesdrop

27 March 2007



J: "Does she wear dark eyeliner?"
Eisen: "How the hell did you know?"
J: "Girls with dark personalities usually wear dark eyeliner."

biography

23 March 2007



After lunch with my American classmate today I have decided to prepare, mentally, a biography to introduce myself once I'm in the US.

set the fire to the third bar

21 March 2007



it was a warm and quiet night you were lying there by my side...

death revised

19 March 2007



I will somehow buy a cyanide pill soon. Keep it hidden somewhere in a drawer. I don't want concerned-looking people shoving crap in my face by telling me that they can't end my life when I'm half-dead with cancer one day.

sunday picnic

18 March 2007



Eisen: "Why is this grave cracked?"
Nigel [peers at it for a short while]: "I don't know."
Eisen: "Maybe the occupant inside wanted to get out."
Nigel: "I could see a little bit of the inside. It's hollow."
Eisen: "Oh, ok. Problem solved. The occupant inside already got out."
Nigel: "Ha."
Eisen: "Maybe it's somewhere around us now, and it wants to say hi."
Chris: "Whatever!"

an open letter

17 March 2007



Sadness is part and parcel of life, I am just glad you're around when it happens.

honesty

15 March 2007



Why don't I have faith? Can't I come back to God? Wrong. Free of the church, I feel closer to God than ever. And I think of Him, everyday, before I sleep, when I wake. I look at the wondrous world outside and I thank Him for making me a part of this amazing universe.

worth

07 March 2007



words lost in misty spaces ideas wrapped in tracing paper kisses spread on mutual skin time concealed in tightly-clenched fists

aggrandizement

07 March 2007



The world continues to spin nonetheless on its own cruel axis but holes must be dug, etches must be made, envelopes must be pushed. I want to push mine but I must push others too. Creation, liberation, destruction. These are processes that must be done at the right times and at the right places. The times are approaching, the places are arriving. Mine, and hers, too.

a few hundred words

02 March 2007



The streets look pretty and bright when it's raining during the evening. This is when I don't want the ride to ever end.

cold day

01 March 2007



Existentialism, yes, but Christian existentialism? No pun intended, but God! It's funny. I question God to no end but I never question Love.