some place else to be driftin’…
Posted in Journal on Jul 2nd, 2003
I failed my board exam…
A big fat zero — that’s what my hopes and dreams gave birth to this past Thursday. I sat and daydreamed my way through one-and-a-half-hour’s worth of questions, only a few of which I remember on hindsight.
Posted in Journal on Jul 4th, 2003
It doesn’t make a difference where you live; where your “place in the world” is, how and where circumstance and fate have conspired to put your life where it is now. Rich or poor, it is your life within that carries utmost significance.
I wonder, sometimes, how it might be to live quantifying my most obvious, and my most obscure, reasons for doing what I do. Part of the time, I do find myself doing that, out of the knowledge that however good I might be at any given exercise, there will always be someone better at it […]
Posted in Journal on Jul 11th, 2003
I remember my youth as a time of questions. Questions that were often posed for the effect they caused; that sudden subtling of the air surrounding an audience that lent more weight to what was asked than for what was answered, that quick shifting of a mood solidified or dispensed with how what needed to […]
Posted in Journal on Jul 19th, 2003
It’s been a while since everything I do seem new, been some time since a piece of music has carried me away to a realm of thought where every word was a caress and every sentence a strange, smooth wine sliding over the hurting roughness of my soul; been a few memories away since the […]
Posted in Journal on Jul 28th, 2003
There is a soul out there who perceives color and substance like I do; breathes life into regrets like I’ve done, embraces the lost nuances of times passed like I may always will. This soul’s cup is as brimful, as mine, of thoughts longing to break free; if only the rhythm of a first word […]
Posted in Journal on Jul 29th, 2003
When one day seems like the day before, when those everyday demands that we face and overcome become so routine they might as well be a blur, the organism — recognizing a certain unexplained discomfort in such a robotic rendering of daily living — resorts to doing the same things with methodical intent; the […]
