.:: Ed ::.

Friday, June 30

over my head.

But that's disregard
You find another friend
And you discard
As you lose the argument
In a cable car
Hanging above
As the canyon comes between

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river. blood. honey. water.
stutters to a halt,
threatens to stop mighty life.

attempts to build bridges
across streams of consciousness,
can be swiftly and decisively broken.

halt! to arms!
bring on the shields and batons,
lest you suffer the scars of the lovely battle.

love it, getting down and dirty,
regardless of all the pain and antrophy.
not wanting to leave.

one more shot, two more shots,
at the artful dodger.
damn, i'd believe all that you say.

leaving, being left behind,
choosing between a rock and a soft place.
(i'd always take the rock)
as you scream under your stifled breath.

action, inaction, the line,
between whether what will be will be.
or just staying lost at sea.

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i think it's fear. i have problems trusting. i don't know what's going on. maybe there's something wrong, maybe not. maybe i just don't wanna try anymore. no matter what happens though, you'd still be so important to me.

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shoutouts:

tab: sorry i didn't reply earlier, was neglecting my blog a little. hmm good luck for all those seemingly impossible but eventually doable exams okay!

mel: holla! i hate going back to camp. GUESS WHY??!

Sunday, June 25

:)

i go to sleep at night with a smile on my face.

Friday, June 23

time

sometimes, you hear people telling you "you're still TOO young". or "you don't even know each other LONG ENOUGH". basically stuff along such lines that are meant to be a discouragement from something, whether it be good advice or misplaced.

it begs the question of just how long is long enough? how old is old enough?

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to my own pretty stranger:

time is but an illusion, created just so that everyone else can have a scheme of things to fit into. who's to say what's too soon, or what's too fast? yes, it may seem too soon, too fast, but these are according to others' standards. standards that i don't care for. 'cause somewhere inside i know it's right, and if you know it's right too, it's good enough.

forget what we're told. before we get too old.

love

Thursday, June 22

where to from here?

an infinitely happier person looks around, seeing that the world around him is so flawed, bordering on the deplorable, and so unfair. but still so beautiful. he knows, although not for sure, that he might have found the most valuable treasure in his long and tiring quest, whatever for he does not yet know, wherever to he does not yet see.

having chanced upon an ancient temple before, he remains unsure about the presence of the gods, but at least he sees its mystic charm, and the events that have since unfolded connote an uncanny sense of divineness.

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mel: my happy pretty stranger! :)

emiko: you should watch soccer more often! it's the way things are really.

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Sunday, June 18

finally.

at last, it arrives. he crumbles to a heap upon the cold stone floor. you could call the moment "ashes to ashes" perhaps, although i'm not really sure why. but regardless, he rises, reborn, and a little more free, a little more happy. and a little less afflicted.

maybe at times random prayers do get answered.

it never rains but it pours. for a while i'm just happy to run in the rain.

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"reason is my prophet and it tells me that as a watch stops, so we die."

"first wonder goes deepest, wonder after that fits in the impression made by the first."

"... for evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. the main battleground for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart"

- from "life of pi", by yann martel.

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shoutouts!

tab: oh yes welcome back! your noisiness has been missed. haha. and i believe people should start appreciating franky lampard for what a good footballer he is. hmm.

emiko: he's not still injured, probably just not at his sharpest. and why sad? crazy. seeing your team score in the dying moments of the match is like such a brilliant and wonderful high.

mel: hello, i think i may know a lot of "mels". an introduction will be very useful. :)

Sunday, June 11

chelsea fc announce latest signing

Chelsea owner Roman Abramovich is to sign up chef Marco Pierre White - to provide cordon "blue" food for fans.

Marco is to take over the corporate catering at Stamford Bridge next year. He and Chelsea's chief executive Peter Kenyon had a meeting last week, and he's now considering an offer.

A source said: "Roman has spent his roubles buying many of the world's best players and now he has decided that the fans deserve top-notch food as well. Roman is a huge fan of Marco's cooking. He believes he will be the perfect person to improve the catering at Chelsea."

Marco was Britain's first chef to be awarded three Michelin stars. He is co-owner of the White Star Line group, which owns restaurants in the capital such as The Criterion and Frankies.

source: the sunday mirror

liuiadsbkljahsugayisv;

i think i'll just resort to typing rubbish since i really don't know what to say, and am hard-pressed to blog since it's now like a weekly thing.

oh the world cup has begun. actually i haven't been looking forward to it as much as i am looking forward to the new premier league season.

and i only am hoping my wait is almost over. it's so close i might even touch it if i stretch hard enough. but then i can only pray nothing goes wrong. salvation and vindication awaits.

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from "title and registration", by death cab for cutie

The glove compartment is inaccurately named,
And everybody knows it.
So I'm proposing a swift orderly change.

Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm,
And all I find are souvenirs from better times.
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east,
To find yourself a better life.

I was searching for some legal document,
As the rain beat down on the hood.
When I stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget,
And that's how this idea was drilled into my head.

Cause it's too important,
To stay the way it's been.

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade,
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all.
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide,
Lying awake at night.

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade,
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all.
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide,
Lying awake at night (up all night),
When I'm lying awake at night.

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only one shoutout.

jas: err c'mon, be nice..

Sunday, June 4

my two dimes' worth

since the last fallout, i've been more mellow, less interested in pursuits of the emotional, lovey-dovey kind. more detached and less willing to dive in and get wet than to just sit on the sidelines and look. and more content to be happily distracted by financial pursuits and a little less content to be distracted by army (such a bitch).

a pretty face is like a dime a dozen. just walk around town and you can see them all around. it's all well and good to look. but a glimpse of heaven is so exalted, so rare.

and often so underestimated. or devalued to the extent of commonness.

not much time, and not much energy have i. but maybe less could be more. for i still choose to believe love is powerful.

well, maybe not.

i could have sworn

the evening drinks left,
in my mouth, of emotion bereft,
the lingering taste of smoke.
those eyes were heavy,
my head almost more weary,
sleep came, with peace.

but in my arms you were so beautiful,
like an apple of my eye.
and when you said those words.
and that smile, i could have sworn,
it was all a dream.

so we ran around the mall, i stumble.
it was just like a perfect fall.
'cause when i looked up into your eyes
it didn't hurt at all.

i could have sworn,
it was all a dream.

Saturday, June 3

and i can't mutter a word.

-blank-

i might just be getting numb. so many days, so many mosquito bites, but no, not many thoughts at all.

the world cup is almost upon us.

if you can't have your cake and eat it, what good is it holding on to the cake at all?

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junelle: right, it's done!

emiko: so is shevchenko isn't he. heh. and well, it's always nice just to be there you know.

tab: hmm okay.. very random info that was.

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tuesday: young ivorian talent solomon kalou signs for chelsea.

thurs: goalscorer extraordinaire andriy shevchenko signs for a club record thirty million pounds.

jose: "Today is a day when the dream became reality. Andriy has always been my first choice for Chelsea since I arrived. Before it was not possible, now it is for real. He has great qualities, ambition, discipline, tactical awareness and of course he is a great goalscorer."

sat: jon obi mikel, described by the special one as the most amazing young talent he has even seen, signs for 16 million pounds, a pretty exhorbitant amount for an 19 year old.

:D