Wednesday, January 05, 2011

newness

A void is an empty space, a blank page, a clean slate.
What better than to fill that space with something altogether new or different?

I think that's something I can run with.

40mph on an unwaxed snowboard ain't too bad of a start.
I need some wax.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

open invitation

They say dreams are a window into your subconscious, maybe even into your soul. I had two this morning that have me wondering.

Dream sequence #1:

[I don't remember this one that clearly... skipping to the first clear thing] I was sitting behind the large desk downstairs in the den, but I was at the house I used to live in back before 9th grade. I was having an argument with my mom [I guess everything was shifted back in time except it didn't seem like I was a different age... funny] about a fight I got into. Actually, I basically got jumped by four or five guys. And I was pistol whipped. My mom was upset that I got into a fight in the first place, and I was upset that she wasn't having any sympathy on me, not to mention the fact that I didn't do anything to provoke the fight in the first place.

Then as I was trying to explain what happened to my mom, I went into a dream flashback and saw myself get surrounded my the four or five guys who jumped me, in what seemed to be my kitchen [probably as a loose reconstruction of "past events" in the "present" tense and setting of the dream]. Right at the start, I got pistol whipped [butt of the gun] and then take a beating. I don't think I was even halfway conscious at that point. [I don't remember much after that]

End dream sequence #1

Dream sequence #2:

First thing I remember is asking my friend "L" to stay over for a little while. He stayed somewhere that looked like on of the three story apartment complexes in Irvine. Then for some reason I remembered that one of my one homegirls also lived there, and apparently didn't mind if I stayed over, so I went into her apartment and found that nobody was home. I wanted to take a shower, and then suddenly I'm walking around in my boxers [only because nobody was home] and then lost track of the time wandering around the apartment.

[Then there's a shift in the setting] I found myself in the apartment of "Y" [who I haven't seen in a while], and remembered him talking about how nice his room was. So I kept walking around [these apartments seemed more like large five bedroom houses in my dream] and found a large bedroom, very nicely furnished, with a walk in closet opposite the bed. I looked in and it was like a cave, but I thought the clothes in there didn't look like things "Y" would normally wear. Then I walked around and found a connected room that was a little smaller and looked in the closet and figured it must be "Y's" room. I sat down for a minute by the bed in the second room and "G" walks in, not too surprised to see me. Then friend "K" comes in and things come together in my head.

I didn't know "K" had lived with "Y", or even anywhere close, and it was obvious from the look on "K's" face that he was caught in a lie. Then he half apologizes [without bothering to look me in the eye] and tries to talk about something to avoid the awkwardness. All I could think about was what a damn fool I've been for not thinking something was up. That, plus the fact it seemed there were more than a few people helping keep the secret [though I couldn't think of any reason why "K" would lie about that, other than to passive-aggressively avoid me.

End dream sequence #2

Sometimes dreams seem closer to reality than reality itself.

persona non grata

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Monday, January 03, 2011

I wonder what it would be like to have to relearn how to walk.

It would probably be countless hours of frustration, but on the other hand, there's the opportunity to throw everything automatic out the window and take things (quite literally) step by step.

All things considered, I think an experience like that would do me well right now.

Turn off auto-pilot so to speak.

In other news, I cooked sinigang for the first time ever.

I <3 sour.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

the hazy days
of life's parade
are keeping me from seeing all that i've done
no way to leave
no air to breathe

the frenzied pace
all but erased
the memories of just how far i've come
no other way
no more to say

there's not a bridge to burn
there's nothing left to learn
don't matter where you turn
cause all roads lead to you
to you

so i ran away
tried to escape
the winding roads that carried me to my fate
no way to live
no more to give

i lost my way
and stopped to pray
watch over me
cause i am losing my faith

and it's a bore
searching for
need something more
just be sure

there's not a bridge to burn
there's nothing left to learn
don't matter where you turn
cause all roads lead to you
to you