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2005 5 May :: 8.52pm
:: Mood: calm
:: Music: the way things are - fiona apple
neon insomnia
midnight black descending
small illuminations brightening
brilliant reds rushing by
whites and yellows fast as light
traveling unknown cities
windows open to silent pities
bursts of wind mingled in gold
wild hair a testament too bold
sleepless nights a catalyst
for mangled thoughts in a twist
highway to nowhere coming soon
underneath a crescent moon
faster and faster, accumulating speed
open roads full of aching need
headlights blinding near catatonia
just another case of neon insomnia
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2005 27 April :: 11.10pm
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: elsewhere - sarah mclachlan
of the time, and inbetween
have you ever looked into the mirror, and realized what you were looking at?
if you looked in the mirror everyday, and just one day, you just notice who you are. and how you've changed from one year to the next.
three hundred sixty five days of seeing yourself and in one of those, you're watching yourself change. watching yourself grow up.
i think its supposed to happen on birthdays. or at least, thats what should happen on birthdays.
tonight i looked at myself in the mirror, and i didnt just stare at the reflection. i saw myself. and even though i've seen myself almost every day, it was different. i looked older, i guess. its difficult to explain unless you've actually experienced it.
but maybe no one experiences it. maybe everyone does.
and maybe its just me, stressing about school, and my birthday, and how the next year of my life will unfold.
half of me is hoping that someone will notice. it feels like it just happened overnight sometime, and people will be just as taken aback as i am.
if they dont notice, which i dont think they will, it'll just be me. finally fitting into my own skin. and that half of me wants it to keep it to myself. a secret of sorts, but more personal.
anyways. i should be sleeping.
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rina
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2005 9 April :: 11.24pm
:: Mood: thoughtful
:: Music: don't die in me - mirah
past, present, and future tense
what is life?
im sure you can read books upon books describing the meaning of it, whether it is love, art, adventure, or change.
maybe its one of those things. maybe its passion, or inspiration, or nature.
i dont know.
but put your life in perspective with the rest of the universe. on such a large timeline, with billions of people, and billions of years before you , its like you dont even exist.
but there is still all this pressure from the world to do great, to be great. that if you are not famous, you are not worth remembering.
what kind of life can we offer future generations if this is the way things are now?
it seems to me, that all those legends before us; galileo, aristotle, newton, and hell man, even elvis.
they are legends in themselves because they did what no other person in their generation did. they broke the mold in a certain area. something that has never been tried before.
hence what bothers me. we've tried everything. we've done peace, war, experimentation, medication, television, bombs, cancer, rocketships.
the future is either bleak and barren, hardly supporting life, or it is technologically advanced. it cannot be both.
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rina
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2005 31 March :: 1.20am
:: Mood: thoughtful
:: Music: goodnight and go - imogen heap
its bad enough we get along so well
i love how only two people read this.
im pretty close to being nocturnal.
but when you sleep in until 3 in the afternoon, you feel like you missed half your life in that one day.
and though i am more productive in the wee hours of the morning, i find it particularly lonely, because no one is online.
i have a website. [www.velut-luna.org]
my addiction to psp is horrendous.
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