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Me mum just got back from the Philippines last Saturday. She looked very relaxed and a few years younger which is great. And she came bearing letters from the Grandma! No sermon this time, just the usual updates. But she did me send one of her stories. Which only added to my current mood. Gaaaaah...
(EDIT: I just realized I set my entry's current mood as sleepy. No, Lola Tita's stories do not make me sleepy. When I say current mood, I meant my current nostalgic mood, not the sleepy mood. Clear to everyone, yes?)
Oh yah, quick question for Kevs. Can your PS2 play games from over here? And have they released Katamari over there? Just wanted to know!
Welps, after this week, I'll be busy again. Vacation's over! Not looking forward to it. So before I go into another coma, here's another poem. Yay poems! I got this one from my creative writing class. We had to pick out a poem that we liked from any literary magazines and then talk about what we liked about it. I got this one from The New Yorker. More contemporary.
[The Truth]
You can hide it like a signature
or birthmark but it's always there
in the greasy light of your dreams,
the knots your body makes at night
the sad innuendos of your eyes,
whispering insidious asides in every
room you cannot remain inside. It's
there in the unquiet ideas that drag and
plead one lonely argument at a time,
and those who own a little are contrite
and fearful of those who own too much,
but owning none takes up your life.
It cannot be replaced with a house or cat,
a husband or wife, but can be ignored,
denied, and betrayed, until the last day,
when you pass yourself on the street
and recognize the agreeable life you
were afraid to lead, and turn away.
--Phillip Schultz
(EDIT: I just realized I set my entry's current mood as sleepy. No, Lola Tita's stories do not make me sleepy. When I say current mood, I meant my current nostalgic mood, not the sleepy mood. Clear to everyone, yes?)
Oh yah, quick question for Kevs. Can your PS2 play games from over here? And have they released Katamari over there? Just wanted to know!
Welps, after this week, I'll be busy again. Vacation's over! Not looking forward to it. So before I go into another coma, here's another poem. Yay poems! I got this one from my creative writing class. We had to pick out a poem that we liked from any literary magazines and then talk about what we liked about it. I got this one from The New Yorker. More contemporary.
[The Truth]
You can hide it like a signature
or birthmark but it's always there
in the greasy light of your dreams,
the knots your body makes at night
the sad innuendos of your eyes,
whispering insidious asides in every
room you cannot remain inside. It's
there in the unquiet ideas that drag and
plead one lonely argument at a time,
and those who own a little are contrite
and fearful of those who own too much,
but owning none takes up your life.
It cannot be replaced with a house or cat,
a husband or wife, but can be ignored,
denied, and betrayed, until the last day,
when you pass yourself on the street
and recognize the agreeable life you
were afraid to lead, and turn away.
--Phillip Schultz