Friday, July 19, 2002
Tonight, amidst fatal ember rising towards the hallowed moon
I share with the sadness of the night's silence.
Tonight, amidst the unknown hidden turmoil raging in my lonely heart,
The night shares with the silence of my sadness.
-as I have written in July 1998
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Tuesday, July 16, 2002
Pearl Jam
Working late tonight. I've closed my powerpoint slides, having been content with what i've done over the last three hours. My usual element would tell me, that once i get home, there's no going back to work. Not his week. Somehow, I've found the formula to shift the gravitational force from my ever-inviting bedroom, towards my office workspace -- PEARL JAM. Yup, Eddie Vedder, Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard.
Release. Ironically, sitting here, infront of my PC, is a form of release. There's some sort of comfort in being alone, braving the cold, dark corners of my office inspite of the ghost stories I've heard. I've released myself from the vicious trap engorged within the playstation and sega consoles. And I'm productive.
Alive. Quiet, yet I feel so alive. Cold, but somehow, the silence has quelled the echoes of the unknown turmoils within the dungeons of my inner being. Or maybe, the contrary is closer to the truth. My silence gives me the luxury of being able to listen to myself, and respond to my search for what is true. In the middle of this dead silence, I am alive.
Jeremy. My solitude is my freedom. And freedom, solitude. Are we truly free? Can anyone rise up and truly claim that he is free from the clasps of society? Unchained from the dictates of norms and dogmas, free from expectations of an otherwise chaotic world?
State of Love and Trust. This song rocks. Comes from what I believe to be the one movie that describes my generation, Singles. Was having a distant chat with a friend of mine. It's funny how you reveal yourself to so many people, but only a few of them truly knows who you are. The world is simply a pot where chaos reigns, and uncertainty is its loyal subject. It's funny how people tend to rely on the apparent certainties of life. For instance, how do we know that Love isn't just a crooked trick to ensure the propagation of the species?
Once. Catching up with a friend of mine, we ended up analyzing stuff. Stuff like lost loves, and what-ifs. Once, love was the answer to everything. Now I do believe that all it does it confuses us with even more questions. Questions that will die with us, unanswered. Now this friend of mine, we rarely talk. But once we start, it doesn't end. Sometimes, you just find yourself connecting with certain people. You find out that you've a lot of things in common. You learn that you share the same sentiments about a lot of things. Once upon a time, I would have been fooled by an illusion. Once upon a time, I would have fallen for this girl.
Go. It's midnight. I guess that's my cue to gravitate towards my bed.
Working late tonight. I've closed my powerpoint slides, having been content with what i've done over the last three hours. My usual element would tell me, that once i get home, there's no going back to work. Not his week. Somehow, I've found the formula to shift the gravitational force from my ever-inviting bedroom, towards my office workspace -- PEARL JAM. Yup, Eddie Vedder, Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard.
Release. Ironically, sitting here, infront of my PC, is a form of release. There's some sort of comfort in being alone, braving the cold, dark corners of my office inspite of the ghost stories I've heard. I've released myself from the vicious trap engorged within the playstation and sega consoles. And I'm productive.
Alive. Quiet, yet I feel so alive. Cold, but somehow, the silence has quelled the echoes of the unknown turmoils within the dungeons of my inner being. Or maybe, the contrary is closer to the truth. My silence gives me the luxury of being able to listen to myself, and respond to my search for what is true. In the middle of this dead silence, I am alive.
Jeremy. My solitude is my freedom. And freedom, solitude. Are we truly free? Can anyone rise up and truly claim that he is free from the clasps of society? Unchained from the dictates of norms and dogmas, free from expectations of an otherwise chaotic world?
State of Love and Trust. This song rocks. Comes from what I believe to be the one movie that describes my generation, Singles. Was having a distant chat with a friend of mine. It's funny how you reveal yourself to so many people, but only a few of them truly knows who you are. The world is simply a pot where chaos reigns, and uncertainty is its loyal subject. It's funny how people tend to rely on the apparent certainties of life. For instance, how do we know that Love isn't just a crooked trick to ensure the propagation of the species?
Once. Catching up with a friend of mine, we ended up analyzing stuff. Stuff like lost loves, and what-ifs. Once, love was the answer to everything. Now I do believe that all it does it confuses us with even more questions. Questions that will die with us, unanswered. Now this friend of mine, we rarely talk. But once we start, it doesn't end. Sometimes, you just find yourself connecting with certain people. You find out that you've a lot of things in common. You learn that you share the same sentiments about a lot of things. Once upon a time, I would have been fooled by an illusion. Once upon a time, I would have fallen for this girl.
Go. It's midnight. I guess that's my cue to gravitate towards my bed.
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