trapped in a capsule for travel

some other entries from sept. 10.....the last entries before i got hurt.......

"Sitting on a beach of grey stones, grey sea, grey sky. The rain's indecision is torturing. Dry or downpour...is that too much to ask? The drips hit the paper so...intermittently...&yet manage to interrupt. Close book. I sat and let the sky spit on me."

"So i've actually been excited lately. i convinced my mom to sell her place & buy a house in my 'hood. i even found the house. i daydream about it, i talk & talk & talk about it. i have such a crush on that place."

but the grotto, as we called it, never came to pass......but the house mom did buy, in another neighbourhood, has been a dream.... it's hard to believe i was thinking about this before my life was temporarily halted.......before the book was closed......it's amazing how one can be derailed and somehow find their way back to the tracks......the life i was dreaming of for myself and my mom will soon be a reality.....some minor details in different form but the plot is the same.........waiting's the hard part...........

(pssst.....hey......are you there graduation?...someone said you were right around the corner......)

How relationships start & end

i was trying to get some homework done tonight ......looking through some plastic bags in the corner of my computer room.....i shuffled the piles of discheveled papers around......found treasure: my awesome hole punch that clips into a binder (broken now....crushed in the accident)......then i realized these were the notes from that semester......i browsed briefly and came upon a duotang......my journal of mismatched and irregular entries........my thoughts i deemed worthy of penmanship...or those scribbled in boredom........one of the entries on the last day i wrote in it was very parallel to something i almost wrote yesterday.......when driving, i randomly think: of how i thought of you on your birthday....but was not able to wish you well......
....well, i found this entry....i wonder if it was about you or someone else or noone in particular........it went something like this:

"Fri.Sept 10, 2004 ...

How relationships start & end

I thought of you on your birthday...contemplated sending a note...fantasized your reaction...feared your words.
I thought of you on your birthday...knowing you'd not thought of me."

zombies in vancouver

damn! (or should i say "damned")....i have been waiting for this year's event and somehow seemed to have missed it........
hexes and curses
next year zombiewalk!.....mark my words.......NEXT YEAR


(post script. a definition for the undead)