Rantsicle 13, Yvainne, Snookum's Keeper

Tuesday, the 22nd of September 2009, 4:26 PM, EST

Went to Tops a couple of days ago with Yvainne (She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named ^_^) . I had the time of my life. It was my first time to go there and it blew me away. Yvainne may be a big part of that, but heck, the view more than delivered. Looking at the city down below, I was reminded of the City of Ember, I don't know why. And it didn't matter that I wasn't wearing my glasses at that time which kinda reinforced the effect to dramatic levels. A buzzling, surreal sea of stars.

But the brightest and most captivating of them was seated by my side. Usual with her witty sarcasm and caustic remarks. ^_^ I love it when she does that. I was torn between the glory before me and the beauty beside me, snide remarks and all. But it was worth it. I once again took the four-letter fall. tsk tsk tsk.

Even though place was darn cold. We stayed on, drunk with our desultory but enlightening conversations about life and love. Anything we could lay our minds on. Funny thing is, I think that kept us warm, stoking the fire within us. We stayed there until four in the morning, or else risk the wrath of her mom. So we went home. She got a three-liner from her mom. I dragged myself to sleep, intoxicated with thoughts of her. Ah, Life. :) I dreamt Icarus' dream, but it was on Eros' wings I flew...

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4:55 I'm starin' at her. She could bore a hole in her computer screen by the way she's looking at it. So serious. So lovely... Live files. Drat! ^_^

Rantsicle 12, Come What May

Wednesday, the 17th of September 2009, 11:51 PM, PST

I suddenly remembered this song from the movie Moulin Rouge: Come What May. I guess I'm so bored with data mining already...Well, whatever, I just like it okay. To all those who hate cheesy stuff, well, here's another one. ^_^ Cheesy Alert, Ishi.

Never knew I could feel like this

Like I've never seen the sky before

I want to vanish inside your kiss

Every day I'm loving you more than this

Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing

Telling me to give you everything

Seasons may change, winter to spring

But I love you until the end of time

Come what may

Come what may

I will love you until my dying day

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace

Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste

It all revolves around you

And there's no mountain too high

No river too wide

Sing out this song I'll be there by your side

Storm clouds may gather

And stars may collide

But I love you until the end of time

Oh, come what may, come what may

I will love you, I will love you

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place...

Rantsicle 11, To Snookum's Keeper

Tuesday, the 15th of September 2009, 12:37 AM, PST
Ala lang...

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

--Lord Byron, She Walks In Beauty

Rantsicle 10, The Chase Ends

Wednesday, the 9th of September 2009, 9:34 PM, PST

Yeah, Yeah, I know I’ve already invoked my Fifth Amendment, but WTH. That’s over and done for. Time to paint the town red again. Open Season. Drinking Season. Cardinal-sinning Season, here I come. Ha! ^_^

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Just finished Haruki Murakami’s A Wild Sheep Chase this afternoon. The novel was published in 1982 and is the third book in Murakami’s “Trilogy of the Rat.” Man, that man can write. I love the part where he finally gets to meet The Rat (his ghost, that is) in total darkness at this creepy godforsaken place. The conversation that took place could rival the best philosophical discourses ever written. Maybe I exaggerate, but it felt weird, darkly exhilarating. You’d have to read the novel to understand what I mean.

Notable Characters

The unnamed narrator’s girlfriend who has such exquisite ears that seeing it will make sex a thousand times better. Hmmm, interesting. Ear fetish. Kinky.

A strange sheep-outfitted man who talks in slurs. Somethinghesayswouldlooklikethis. Seewhatimean?

The Rat. Spoiler Alert so I won't describe him. ^_^

May we all find our "Sheeps."

Rantsicle 9, Closure: The Beginning of the End

Saturday, the 5th of September 2009, 8:30 PM, PST

I invoke my Fifth Amendment...(",)

Rantsicle 8, Pre-Flatline Rant

Saturday, the 5th of September 2009, 4:40 PM, PST

Today, I make a bitter resolve. I shall not wait for my star to fall down. I shall stake my pseudo-lovelife on the outcome of a dinner. Yes, you heard me right, a dinner. My after-dinner conclusions will determine if that resolve prospers or vanishes into nothingness. Rage I may against the dying of the black sun, but only a fool rejects the truth that's repeatedly slapped to his face.

I am at Wit's End, torn between my endeavoured resolve and the what-ifs of my utopian love-longing. And by now, I surely would have redefined the meaning of cheesiness. ^_^

I make one last stand at Ero's Hall. If i fail, I shall invoke my Fifth Amendment and rest in pieces, until further notice. Whatever. (,")

Rantsicle 7, On Love and Fear

My dark angel she descends
Brooding in the half-light
Angel touching ground, she weeps

Teardrops on dark water, rippling
Her visage moves towards me, omniscient
I who float precariously on Oblivion's shore

Eyes opening, I behold her Magdalene stare
My soul writhes, I start to sink
Half-submerged, my mind in silence screams...

I fell, like poor Icarus once did
Plummeting, drowning in my watery grave
Clinging on Hope's desperate wings, suddenly

I stop, embrace Tranquility's cold arms
Better this death, than life without her black sun.