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Trapped and Lucid
Monday, April 30, 2007

I wonder how philosophers come to realize that when they think too much, they never satisfy their inner selves. Instead, they exist to help human complexities be interpreted with continuous thinking. There, they lose their strong will and create their own standards of happiness. In short, in finding for wisdom, there is no happiness.

Prayer Time Only by Me

Humans are never satisfied. Can you call logical dirty talk intelligent? Sorry, but it doesn't look smartass to me.

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Erika Ruiz | 21:45 |


I'm Invincible!
Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Here I am writing because I could not do what I really wanted to do because something has been blocked for everyone even though I think I'm the only one who's guilty of doing it... just because of me. Pity. How I wish I could do some things that will make me happy even though it's just for sudden moment of time. But I know it's wrong.

I noticed that my mind is lying in sloth for a long time now. It's been dead and I noticed that either I'm always bored or I'm always empty. It feels really idle, as if it's incapable of remembering or creating any digestions from what I have learned for the day. I don't know what kind of things I should do in order to attain a sharp mind again. I'm going to a new discovery this summer yet I really need my mind to work with it with compassion. I wish it would help me. Silly crossword puzzles.

Interview with yourself. It's hard to please and talk to yourself sometimes. You'll just notice you get really repetitive... like going dumber to dumbest.

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Erika Ruiz | 06:06 |


Achieve Me to the Light
Wednesday, April 11, 2007

It seems so silly to want to achieve something that is not really necessary to a life when you are abandoning the necessary ones. You tend to agree and disagree and digress to a thought. Either you can't find solution because you are innocent or you can't find a resolve because you don't want to move.

The feeling is odd. You may want to require yourself to do something, but you end up not doing anything at all. Maybe because that necessary thing is not what you like. But my argument is that the something-not-necessary won't bring you to the good side of the path too. You can call it just for pleasure and fun. Can it be enlightened when this certain something is something you will never forget because it brought you happiness? But the thing is what one must do if that nostalgic memory will destroy even your passion while you walk to a not-so-near-to-finish-yet journey to a fruitful life.

I think too much. It's starting again that's why I'm writing to this blog again. I had a very tight block. It is something that I want, but can never help me improve as it actually even worsen my being. But what gift time had given me is that it made me realize balance. Balance to both I don't want to give up yet and to the one I want to continue pursuing. Just keep getting stronger and deeper in thought.

By the way, I'm having my final exams this week up to the next week. Wish me luck!

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Erika Ruiz | 15:13 |


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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