Archive for November, 2009

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Matthew 82

November 17, 2009

Et ecce ego vobiscum sum omnibus diebus usque ad consummationem saeculi.
Docentes eos servare omnia quaecumque mandavi vobis.
Euntes ergo docete omnes gentes baptizantes eos in nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

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He was Emo when Emo wasn’t cool.

November 16, 2009

It’s been a while since I’m dead. People got together on the seventh day of November at 20 N Locust Ave.

Jason eniste. Virginia yenge. DjEj. Renate. Nano Justin.  AmyKahverengi. Ruby. Mojito. SnowBallWinters. Zeek Martin. Steph. Zeynep. Eray. Mel (and Isabelle). Angie Payne family. BriBri Larsen. Ursula.
Not excluding my dearest Gadberry and Cristina. Yo!Adam. Zach.

And Katie Marie Simon.

I am the luckiest bastard in the world since I have you around.

You didn’t see me burning in my Viking Funeral.
After you all left, I conducted the service by myself with that great stick collection (plus a carrot).

I am so fast on the Fuji. I will never forget this.

Love you all.

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november the fifth, year two thousand and something

November 6, 2009

10,592 days of joy and sorrow. Hope and despair. Happiness and heartbreaks. Eagerness and reluctance. Smiles and cries. Satisfaction and hunger. Facsimiles and stillness. Purple and gray.

Monsieur Lévi-Strauss: You are dead, but I’m not. You were here, but I will not.

Another late edit: It is strange that nobody noticed the lame homology between you and the Legos even though your book was there- by the spaceship. Sad.

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How I killed my last cigarette…

November 1, 2009

Following the oath we had signed, very early hours of November 1st was the last day I smoked a cigarette.

The time was coming anyways. Things weren’t great as they were used to be.

Knowing it was the last day, I had you as much I can. Knowing I’ll not feel you again, I stole as much memory as possible from you. Sure enough I’ll run into you here and there. You will be with someone else. I know, you will look at me, and I’ll look at you. I’ll remember how things were great, and how you ripped my lungs apart. You were great and selfish at the same time. How is this possible?

And the time finally came. I approached you slowly. I opened you, and got surprised how there was a little of you. What remained were the remnants of a long relationship. Still with my respect and love to you I did my best job to have you as in the old days. As I was expecting, you resisted. Even though you also knew it was the last day, with your all selfishness you didn’t show any respect. I knew you didn’t love me from the very beginning anyways.

Very gently, I lit you for the last time. It was a strange feeling. I didn’t want it to be over. But your American spirit was not good for my Oriental well being. I’ll clean the drawer where you used to stay. I’ll throw away all the things that reminds me of you.

Not surprisingly, you left a bad taste in my mouth. Thanks for sharing good and bad moments with me. I’ll never forget you.

Not surprisingly, I already saw you with someone else. Apparently, you already forgot me.

 

Edit: I forgot to say. Don’t read it seriously.