Tuesday, January 4, 2005

'Sayonara'
I found this passage, written by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, while exploring mybountiful books of poems and the poetic discriptive essays. I find it a beautiful attribute to the Jappanese word, 'Sayonara'.
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'Sayonara, Sayonara!' I was in my stateroom but I could hear them, outside on the deck of the Japanese boat, calling to friends and relatives on the dock at Shanghai. 'Sayonara'-up and down the gangplank and over the rails. A boatload of Japanese were leaving China for home, as we were. 'Sayonara,' the chains clanked and the warning whistle shook the boat. The voices outside rose in a flurry of noise, like a flock of frightened birds. But above the congtomerate sound there was always one voice, clean and sharp and individual and yet representative of the mass like that one face in the front line that holds the meaning of the whole crowd-one cry, 'Sayonara.' The impression was intensified perhaps because it was the one word of Japanese I understood-'Syaonara' ('Good-bye').

I was to hear it again, all along our trip home. For we crossed Japan by train from the southern tip to Yokohama, where we boarded the boat for America.

'Syaonara': the clatter of wooden clogs along the station platform; the flutter of kimonos; babies jogging on their mother's backs; men carruing four or five small bundles tied up in different-colored furoshiki(squares of parti-colored silk or cotton); old women knocking along with their sticks, their brown faces hidden under enormous rooflike hats of straw; a man shouting hi wares. We leaned out of the window at one of these stations and motioned to a vender for some tea. He poured out of his big tin into a little brown clay teapot like a child's toy, with a saucer for a lid and an inverted cup on top. 'Two! Two!' we shouted and signaled as the train jerked forward, starting to pull out. The vender ran after us with another teapot swinging from its wire handle and pushed it in our window.


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Monday, January 3, 2005

Story Of My Life
Anyone ever read the book 'Wuthering Heights' by Emily Bronte?

No?

Oh. Well, it is marked as a classic if anyone ever get's to it. Not a horror book, but by the end of the story half of the main characters are dead from ailments. Very interesting. Two hundrend ninety pages, to be exact. It only occupied my a few hours, however, but it was fairly agreeable.

That's not the story of my life, by the way. I've just found of the idea that my old language of tongue is still alive in this world.

What seems to be the story of my life, however, is one of the themes in that book:

"Things are given and things are taken away in a cause and effect manner that one has some part in creating, but just as the rain falls mercilicly on everyone, one can't conrol which quits, and which eneters.
-Octopus Of Heart"

That is not the sum of what I dirived from that book, but it is strongly pursued.



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Saturday, January 1, 2005

And Thus Concluding One And Begining Another
A fresh start or an optimistic folly? Of this, I am not yet sure, however, one this presents itself cleary; There is no difference between today and yesterday, only today, change and promises one will never keep are encouradged. Again, of many things I am not sure. It was my hope that I could write this post with no regrets in mind, with nothing I would take back this past year. Do not receive me wrongly, I am grateful for all time spent on this earth, and 2004 was no exception. Nay, it was not all wretched or all fun, but a bouque of wild flowers. Some are the most lovely things you have ever seen, yet stink and the vise. Some you fall in love with and would not find in any other meadow, these ones immeadiatley become your favorite flower, only, you have not grasp on their name. Some, as in mustard and baby's breath, are common. Some are the most lovely things, but have vicous spindles that sting and haunt your fingers. Some are the ones you return for, just as some are the ones you leave for. But they, all of them, make the meadow what it is, and it is thine choice to wonder it. I ignore this song bird only to praise this one. I avoid this rill only to bekon towards that one. The only question I find worth while answering, is sadly one I shall not post, for it is personal, you understand. I will however ask a secondary quip which will depict my state of curiosity at the moment. I derived this from a song, understand I am not the author:

"How does it feel, t
To be,
Different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel?"

Octopus Out

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Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Betrayal
I find that this word has frequented my lips in the past month more than ever before in my entire life. I hardly ever even uttered that phrase, ere this situation and ere I met him. Now I find myself appologizing for things I shouldn't be sorry for. Things I had absolutely no control over. This entire predicament was faught on many forien battle grounds, offten innapropriate. The Comments list in his LiveJournal was one of them. I didn't start that one, hence my irritation. I *did* mention something in *my* LJ, but that was when I was still making the mistake of trust people with my true thoughts....a mistake I won't repeat. That's beside the point. What was passed in my words were only truthful reflections, as I have no desire to be a liar. What became of hers...well...from my point of view....what she said was done to wound me, in which she succeeded.

Oh well. In A year or so, none of this will matter.

Besides, the octopus in me can't help but recover and squirm out of the tough little quarells.

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"Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference."

Whoever first spoke these words knew a prayer that could truly aid in the hearts of the tortured. Such is the magnitude it would help mine, I should die of shock.




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Friday, December 24, 2004

My Appologies
Programing takes it out of you(ie C++). So do backstabers, though I will let them go annonomus. Did I spell that right? Meh. Guess it doesn't really matter. I have been absent again, my regrets, because of this, I have missed alot. So it's my loss more than anyone else's. I have gotten into my old CD's (that is quite alot, I have never thrown one away) and am listening to Metalica. Everyone run! Muahahaha XD! Still a song I would have sung to some people before they betrayed me, I will sing to you:

One sun shining in the sky,
Shining down on you and I.
Like the sun I'll always be
Here for you and you for me.

Yay! I have no clue where I got it from though.

I must say, I feel I am flooding more hemo-cyan through my blood every moment.
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Saturday, December 4, 2004

Update
Oh yes, before it leaves me, I have updated my profile. If you have AIM, any one is welcome to talk to me at 'Octopus Of Heart' whenever I am signed on. I can't say I'll always be in a well off mood, but anyone with something productive to say is invited to chat.

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Water PLant Experiment
'Question: What will preserve the water plant better once picked; soy sauce from San Sai, or Chrest Whitening Tooth paste? The plant I picked it from was living in water and was put in the stuff at around eight or nine, Monday, so we shall see.

Arguments:Soy Sauce has salt, which is a presevative, but could also dry out the plant and kill it.
:Toothpaste, has nice freshness and thick goo-ie-ness which might keep the plants water in better. However, the mint might be of a too high concentration and might send the plant into shock and kill it.

Why I am doing this:I am curious to know, I do something as this every now and then when I am leaning more towards my moon sign. My moon sign is Aquaries and it oddly enough, often dominates my sun sign, Cappercorn, which is weird since they are almost exact opposites. These to also enjoy placing me in turmoil(if you believe in that kind of stuff)'

This was written in my 'kilikinaoctopus' on the given date. Prestently, I am deciding to end it:the pant that was in the soy sauce is shiveled and drie up, while the one in the toothpaste looks identical, minus that fact that it is more pale. Although I wouldn't mind finding out just how long it will live, I must make room for the next thing on my list.

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Wednesday, December 1, 2004

Splendid
After a mountain and a valley, I'm back to my good old cynical, composed, vampiric self. (Let's pretend you didn't hear that last part, ok? good.)
Oh yes, and for thoughs of you who asked me why I looked so old in my picture but was born in 1997, the answer is it's because I wasn't born in 1997, it was an *07*. As I said, you can choose to believe it or not, I really don't conclude either way you think important, becuase what is important is that I am present now.

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Monday, November 29, 2004

In Happyness Ranting, I Amost Forgot....
I love my Sempi!!!!!!!!!!!He would make a great octopus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There are FIVE people in my life I am over joyed to tears to know:
Twin,
Ki,
Karebear,
Shayne,
Sempi.
(Not necessarily in order)
I am sooo joyful^_^
Though not all of them know it, I love them all and could not, would not ask for better friends.
Peace out.

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