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Running Out of Sanity
Saturday, October 29, 2005

I have been not updating this blog because I was so busy and I'm not really interested, but I really want to show my feelings and not to hide it anymore, for the sake of my prerogative. I was not expecting a complete depression when I encountered a super big project in my pandemonium...

That thing made my brain shrink like a complete twerp. Though I must not react, that project is a major big event for my favorite career and it can change my perception about how hard is it to be a journalist - yes, a project in journalism, which is a newspaper.

I always went to my classmate's house back then, using a freaky transportation, grabbing my money and taking too much of my willpower. But the thing that made me happy is our bonding! Aw, it made me catch new friends around because those classmates that I'm pertaining to are not too close to me that much and good thing they became my groupmates so that I could ask more about them. My stupid timid personality always haunts me that's why you can count my "real" friends by fingers... I hope we won't get zero from our beloved teacher because we asked for an extension but wasn't able to pass it yet, shame. A pout is needed.

When the thing was finished, it's like an enormous elephant was eliminated above me. I was really happy to tell you that after all of the wrong impressions in my mind I can still feel and sense that we can get an award - self-upliftment... sheesh.

Can't think of anything ordinary right now, I think I forgot to bring my negativity inside the bloody garden in my mind that's why this one is rubbish.

Sweet.

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Erika Ruiz | 15:40 |


Irrelevant Rhapsodies
Saturday, October 22, 2005

Freaky things are happening now, so many burdens rendered by our world, all of them are paying back now, paying us the disaster that we've done to it. It's most likely unnatural. But is the beginning of the end has now come? Will death be near in our sinew? Will our souls hunger for protection? Will our paths be filled by the sound of wailing? And will your eyes speculate the masochism of the world?

You should be writing a great letter asking for forgiveness now - no, don't be an imbecile - preach something that's full of power and will to dominate all your feelings. Don't be a cynical but prepare to have a distressing thought of living a life filled with depression and uselessness. Think of the world right now, even the nature, claiming its power by destroying technology by calamities that cannot be undone. Ravishing destruction, eliminating the approval that we don't need any beholder: this is what we really need to realize our stupidity.

Revelations

Begging for joy,
begging for darkness
Living for death, living for resurrection
Feeling of hatred, feeling of glee
Attitude of a timid, attitude of a confident

Apathetic involvement
Wailing laughter
Selfless narcissist
Lustful conservative
Protecting the gift of death

Foreseeing the abundance of the past
Caressing the fear of the undelivered oath
Frightened to continue life
Redeeming the code of evil
Preparing for the peace
Rejecting the silence
Organizing the proper destructions

All of this, I've felt...
All of this, I've rejoiced.

It's not yet finished so it's not really that coherent to read. Come to the world and let people explore you, don't muffle against yourself, confidence will not let your personality perish in the black hole. Receive the recognition of grief by rejoicing the help you've done.

Behold, this is life! Come back to the beginning, have a damned better life, and assure that your end will not be abandoned. Don't be a cynical like me who is waiting for the end and begging for oblivion. Don't practice 'negativity,' life will always be in failure, accept the fact that all of us now are useless, but we can help by uniting our thoughts into a big one. I may bring you up, then suddenly bring you down that might destroy your sanity but I am sending you my point towards the usefulness and purpose of life. Find it, and have a life and feel the ease of diminishing power.

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Erika Ruiz | 13:14 |


on the other side

Weightless Overbearing
The pensive nothingness decenters the path of a dream with rigor, mirth and irony. Highly possible as the feeling of pondering while breathing soothes the burden of the being; like seeing the entire spectrum of light and darkness, fishing on a sunken castle lake of a setting, free with delirium and wine.

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a portrait hole

Erika Ruiz
19 [8.27.90]
manila, philippines
college student
dreams inspire me
surrealist dissection
capo di tutti capi

By the way, this is just for the expression of and for the self; so as to escape, be fit for a refuge. Non-fiction and surrealism might often insert itself. This is a storage of the raw.

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