Love is a smoke made with the fume
of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in
lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with
lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most
discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving
sweet.
Romeo and Julliet, Act 1 scene 1.
The things one can find when one is lost.
Today I was looking for an adress in Coquitlam. I think I was supposed to take Pinetree, then a left on Oak, then a right at elm then a right an PineOakElm before crossing over GreenPineOak. Basically I got all turned around in the forrest, literal and actual. Right when I was about to loose it I found myself staring at a Cemetery. I've been here before, but not in a long time. When I was about twelve my parents were flying to the Phils so the whole familly came over for christmas and we prepared a video to send back. Basically it was about a bunch of uncles gettin drunk and clowning in front of the camera with a bunch of kids running around in the back ground. There was stand-up comedy, songs, and interviews. The last person to speak was my Wowa. Apperently I called her that because I couldn't say Lola when I was really young. And as I got older I just figured that it was her name because I wasn't the only one who called her that. I just remember her being really old and kinda scary. My mom used to always make me hug and talk to her whenever we visited and I rememberd being afraid because of the feel of her skin. It was unnaturally smooth and loose from a 12 year old pov. And I knew I was always in for a long lecture about school, or my future, or my gfs (or lack of, come on I was 12, I still played with Transformers!) But at least I knew she'd always give me money afterwards. She died on Boxing day morning, just hours after she talked on video. She was the first person I know who died.
The place looks so different than from my memories, it looks more happy and peaceful. I remebered only the drearyness and the rain, maybe what I'm remember is just symbolic of the thoughts of someone who probably didn't really understand. Another thing I noticed was how full the cemetery is now. I drove right to the corner of the lot and walked right to her spot. Funny, some things one dosn't forget. I talked to her a bit about what's happening in my life, I tried to explain about my schooling and about how the other aspects of my life are doing better. I kinda got the feeling that she wanted to talk to me, but this time it was me who really wanted to talk. I miss you Wowa. Talk to you soon, maybe next time I feel lost.
Time is the fire in which we burn.
The title is probably a quote from a famous work, probably a shakespear rip off, but I heard it in a Star Trek movie. This past week I've been as busy as a busy bee that's been really busy, and 5am seems to be sleepy time nowadays. I found the timestamp on my past entries to be inacurate so for the record it is 4:57 am. I just got off the phone with my honey. I met her this past weekend and our relationship came off the line like a 13 second immport with smokin tires and a whole lot of action. But as the allmighty Ice Cube once said, "life is not a track meet, its a marathon" I must say that we leaped over alot of relationship building steps. An oversight we're trying to now rectify. And althou you all know how I don't like to talk about my personal stuff I'll mention that I'll in the future refere to her as Trish or Shine, that is if I happen to mention her at all. Not that she dosn't rate mention, just that some buisness is none of your buisness:)
This week I've found out:
That a person can live off of 3 hours of sleep a day for about 3 days before his mind starts to loose focus and halucinations become distracting.
That there are truley daggers in mens smiles. And that shadey moves towards the women one is seeing can come from a so-called friend.
That spirituallity can overcome lack of religiousness and one can find oneself entranced in a place where time has no meaning, where someone who can't sing can find a startling voice flowing from ones mouth.
That Vancouver is an amazing and beautiful city where witnessing a sunset on Kits can rival ones last day in Hawaii. Depending on the company.
That a week and a half of physical inactivity can siverely diminish ones athletisism. Not to mention that heavy watery feeling and lack of tightness.
These things I've learned in one week. I probably learned more but I forgot. Considering the lack of sleep can you blame me?
Ro.
Happy 30th VJ!
That was one awesome party you thru this past weekend. Besides the usual touches like good friends, good food, and an open bar; I really liked being waited on by servers, a cook, bartenders and a lounge singer! The only thing missing was Jenelee's traditional celabratory birthday lap dance, "Happy Birthday to OJ, I mean VJ!!!!" Everyone was lookin good dressed to kill, and getting hammered, my kinda scene! We gotta do that again, dosn't matter what the reason.
On a more personal note I had a very good weekend on several levels. I finally think I've found my new hair stylist, ironically it was on the same day that I bumped into my old hairstylist and we burried our past differences. Isn't life funny like that some times? Life's too short my friends, spend it wisely.
