Month: January 2008

  • so, i got a 3.93 GPA this semester – so close to a perfect 4.0.

    i’ve been on the president’s honor roll for all semesters.
    i am sure this year i will receive the academic scholarship again.

    now i am on top of everything.
    but none of it really matters to me because you are not here.
    you will never know how great i did or how much i’ve accomplished,
    in your honor.

    you are the reason for all my achievements.
    you are the reason for everything.

    over the years you’ve inspired me so much.
    and i love you more than words can mean.

  • i touch heaven in your hands,
    i taste life in your mind,

    i feel truth in your simple gestures,
    i see everything in your eyes.

    i’m standing still and i’m bleeding life.


  • how do you say goodbye to someone you can’t imagine living without?

    i didn’t say goodbye.
    i didn’t say anything.
    i just walked away.

    - my blueberry nights

    this movie is a piece of art. music
    is nice, romance is deep, and the mood is quiet.

    it is
    not as huge in its thoughts as 2046 was, but i like it. there is
    hope.

  • last night as i was on the train passing through where you live, i secretly hoped i’d run into you somehow.

    (but of course, i never did.)

  • clear moments are so short.
    there is much more darkness.

    more ocean than firm land.
    more shadow than form.

  • one day you’ll realize
    no one gives a damn about
    you.

    not even your hero –
    especially not
    your hero.

  • i never thought it would be this hard. i sobbed myself to sleep every night.

  • and i know that when he sings he can break my heart in two.

  • the most influential book of my life. so simple, yet so huge in its message.

    this is the book that gives me strength and power to conquer the impossible in life.

  • there’s a bluebird in my heart that
    wants to get out
    but I’m too clever, I only let him out
    at night sometimes
    when everybody’s asleep.
    I say, I know that you’re there,
    so don’t be
    sad.
    then I put him back,
    but he’s singing a little
    in there, I haven’t quite let him
    die
    and we sleep together like
    that
    with our
    secret pact
    and it’s nice enough to
    make a man
    weep, but I don’t
    weep, do
    you?

    - Charles Bukowski, from The Bluebird

    (i read that last night before bed and started to cry.)