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Enduring philosophies and favorite quotes

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

Playlist pieces

I don’t know anymore what it’s for.. I’m not even sure if there is anyone who is in the sun..

If I find my own way, how much will I find?

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the rotted love manipulates me
and I, I, you, we’re not thinking my stromata

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23 April 2002 Tuesday

about thailand

slated in moments at 6:55 am

okay then, here it is… thailand is certainly one of the most incredible countries in the world… bangkok will always have a home in my heart…and i will always feel somehow at home there, no matter how foreign we are to each other… i guess we’re not, so much…foreign, that is… and here… the tulips are up, the green is out, the sky is blue and washed lightly in clean white clouds… i just wish i had a bit more time in one home at a time…and by my own terms… about marriage, i think i’ve figured it out, more or less… largely with the last most of it leaving up to see what happens… my brother got bigger… my room’s still a clutter. love is so… incredible… at the same time, it makes me very skeptical of those who believe they are in love, or are the subject of love… as i know of very few cases where it is really, truly true… i don’t know about letting go… that’s a whole nother journey… why has winamp not developed a true working plugin for accepting thai song titles? and why is it so cold here? you babies whining about the “heat” last week… which would have been a calming coolfront by bangkok standards, i’ll bet… and here, the windows are much open all over my house because my family’s crazy and it’s COLD. grbrrr. i’m about to say that i feel like eating icecream…but the problem with icecream…right now particularly…is that it’s cold…and that helps my current situation not at all. why are there so few real counselors in the world? i know there are millions of wannabes. and quite a few with good heads…but not that ability to connect…. or good heads, but quite… inappropriate to handle someone else in a delicate manner. and i haven’t thoroughly thought this one through yet, but i think i will start on it… at least mildly… what’s the general toss up of late? mmm..i’ll get back on that point… i guess there isn’t at the moment…at the top of my head… but there’s always something… give me a lil while off the jet lag and some icecream in my belly and a lil more love around me… oh, btw, i put on more weight while i was in bangkok. humph. spicy food doesn’t upset me as much now either… i guess that’s good… i’m gonna miss thailand, while i’m away… the treatment’s quite different too…for me, anyway… can you believe they all tell me i’m so sweet and proper and nice and….quiet…. ;)

slated in prose/poetry

who you would walk with to the end of the earth… even when you know you’ll be walking back alone.

24 March 2002 Sunday

not every thought, is the world deserving of

slated in mused at 1:29 pm

not every thought, is the world deserving of. too many will always be kept secret… because the mind is the only place where many are willing to be most honest, and share the most of themselves. i guess that’s …a bit wonderful… but it makes me feel quite sad…

slated in prose/poetry

Your voice would fill my heart with promises
And we could keep them together

03 February 2002 Sunday

I can be true

slated in prose/poetry, mused at 8:13 pm

so many people crying
and many people trying
so what am I supposed to do?
I can cry too, I can try too,
And I can be true…

01 January 2002 Tuesday

slated in moments at 9:13 pm

how does anyone stay awake all through one (work) day?? absurdity. and then there’s the cold outside…and often inside as well… i gape at the monotone-ness of it all. and no, that’s not a word misuse. monotony is mother’s lectures. the work everyday and the cold everyday is monotone-ness.

02 November 2001 Friday

slated in mused at 12:27 pm

i have so many responsibilities that seem to me are all only to fulfill someone else’s requirements and quotas… i don’t feel…responsible to myself for any of them… i just feel obligated, and i don’t like it. many many years from now, society will have grown up a bit more, and they’ll remember the absurd history of organized education as such…the perfunctory (there’s a correct word but i couldn’t think of it) structure… i expect i will be one of them who will marvel that i survived such a bizarre abuse and squander of my life, to still become the great that i intend to be despite the boring chores that are hurled at me now. on a similar note, as of late, people, in general, and individually, are very disappointing. i always remember that they have their moments when they are thoroughly heartening, but… my patience is thin right now and humanity isn’t compensating. maybe the problem is i’ve run out of cookies.

17 January 2001 Wednesday

appetite

slated in prose/poetry, mused at 6:18 am

surely this is what life is. the brief moments…the little realizations…the small things learned…or remembered. what could be more reliable? more comforting than the erraticacy of thought… the precision of observation and the controversy of definition… this is the place that has chosen me; this is the life that i carry and puzzle over, basking in each found glory of each new moment, each old truth learned. and in the moments that simply pass, without event… i revel in that too… my greediness seems only to earn me more… the center of life and infitiy is owned by perception of perpetuity… i can almost see it beginning again…

01 January 2001 Monday

slated in mood at 8:01 am

i am tired, and in a decidedly …not bad mood, but a solemn and annoyed one… i’m good…i’m not unhappy…just impatient and tried and tired and annoyed… contributing to this is the frequent reminder of how dumb too many people are. or the unnecessary lapses of the uninherently dumb people. i don’t like it. and if they’re gonna be dumb, let them do it in their own space, on their own time; ‘not subject me to their contaminating disappointingness.that said, i hope everyone else is having a comparably carefree evening, and experiences a breezy tomorrow…

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