Best Friends

My Ma has caught up the bug lately. She's officially occupied in social networking. Yeah right, you will see her in Friendster, and just aeons ago, she's signing up an account in Facebook :) Anyroad, that's cool. And I got to see my two babies, though, in pictures that Ma has uploaded in her page. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Zaki and Ishi, lovely Akita spitz! They're now both 3 years old.



I sooo miss, miss, miss you two. I bet Ma has given a lot of attention to both of you. Because she can't leave nor move to another place without you mongrels.

Oldies

...she laid back on her bed, thoughts racing in her head, why can't my love be beautiful, she said. And she closed her eyes again, just praying he'd return, ...but only darkness ...fell upon her. ~Wolfgang

Le 01/04/08 01:03, « mariale ohya » a écrit :

I know not for which fate is worse: to have not opened my heart at all or to have loved and lost someone as I did. There is one thing I know though. Loving him was a sweet misery. I loved him as I love life itself, but I was certain that I would never be in his arms for he longs to hold another. I have resigned to the fact that I shall be with him only in my dreams.

He once came into my loneliness and stirred the passion in my heart from its disturbed slumber. He was the beautiful sun, which rose for me on that beautiful morning of a new day of my life. His existence was enough reason for me to be born and entrusted to this void we call our world. I was hurt, maybe I still am. I thought I would never fall in love again. I was scared and lost my trust in love because it brought me nothing but despair. I knew that the glory of that morning would not last. For it must give way to night time, when the beautiful sun, which had heralded the coming of a new day, would become my pitiless tormentor. My affection for him then was my own passion.

He was my cruel tyrant.

It is now my desire to be strong, to never allow my heart to be broken again. Silly how he came barging in and while I refuse to open, I detrimentally failed to shut the door. Well perhaps loving him was like writing poetry: creating a thing of beauty, a heart's song, yet a song I was afraid to sing, for my ballad might be mocked and my love rejected. Nonetheless, life itself is short and passing. No matter what happened, I have learned not to let my song to the grave. I can only be nothing but hopeful.

Maybe my love for him will someday fade with the setting of the sun. But until such time when I will no longer be a slave of my own passion, I shall continue to master the art of letting go. There can be nothing more apt than this.

Le 09/04/08 06:56, « mariale ohya » a écrit :

I cannot find the right words to explain how I kept myself sane over the past years of being just by myself, of being alone on Friday nights. My sanity lies in the realization that neither myself nor my destiny can ever control the truth about having a relationship.

I was born alone, why would I kill myself just to have someone in my bed?

Gloria Steinem said: "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle." Just like a fish, I could still swim the deep waters; without even learning how to walk, even ride bikes. Yes, I have survived years without the comforts of a partner because I am a woman.

Sadness could devour me like a forest fire, but my mind keeps telling me that I can be happy, that I can be normal; even though my hormones are now going haywire. Sometimes, I would just scream at the top of my lungs to release the pressures of being alone. And then, I would just come back to my senses and realize that in my solitude I found the person who would always be there for me... myself.

Looking past the mirror in front of me, I see what is beyond the lines forming under my eyes, with brows slowly shaping into an arch of non-conformity. I see the nakedness of my femininity reaching its value. I do not see curves, rather it is the simplicity of being who I am that suppresses the madness.

Insanity... I have no clue what that means anymore.

28

Happy Birthday to me!

Ballad of Wonder

(anonymous)

Place upon the cravings of the early morning,
From which the heart shall claim the sky,
The soul that never rest from knowing
A shell of dreams that never die.

Thus, move with the shadows doubt
And believing the void without,
And living slightly less regretting,
While knowing powers deep within.

And curse, and play, and give, and feel
The many things so profoundly real.
Again, and again the mind still wonder
The thousand mysteries to love and ponder.

For soon this frail vehicle of flesh and blood
Shall pass with time and turn to mud,
But the mind and the heart will still be glad
For all the wonders that they once had.

April Fool's Day

Another family portrait. This time when Mishka invades Ginza.

Queueing for dessert.

Swiss Miss Family

I missed my ever cousin Nico. And his tie is a delight to my eyes. Pink. My favorite.

ZED

It's been a long day. But I have to rush back home. Our branch manager called up more than thrice today, telling me a lot of excuses. He's been weird lately. I know he was just checking out on me. Imagine whilst I was snorring in a make-believe world yesterday, there were constant ringing from him. So I had to show him the files he was pestering me about. Now he's being crazy, with a side-note of the whereabouts of my "date". He can't just shut up. I had no choice but to slap it to his face that I do have a life. And here I am trying to get the super-express ride, just so I could drop by the office to print the files he's oh-so-fuming about. When I get there, I would like to remind him for the weeks that he was not around, that I would like him to be exiled forever in Kobe or back to Tokyo, because he's driving us mad whenever he's around. Yes, I'm mad and I'm going to lambaste that to his face. Argh, I have to get my gibberish perfectly articulate now. I wish I would morph into Zed's image and totally speak in a foreign tongue.

Wine Overdose

As I look between the beer and the iced tea

Pondering which makes more sense

I tremble in my seat

I need a wine

Oh, where's the loo?

A mic comes handy.

Everyday I look for you
Unexpected futility
Among the wooden havens
The falling leaves
The mysterious corners
The memorable scenes
Unexpected futility
Answers me
Oh, you moved on
Away...
Away from here,
Away from me.

Mwahugs,
Boyeng <3

I don't want to pretend that I'm not hurt with my decision. But yes, I have to stand firm protecting myself from getting 'crunched'... I know I'm too selfish to push you away. If I could make you understand how I truly feel, I wouldn't mind getting 'crunched' to the core. But I don't like how it will kill me when slowly the sparks would disappear. So I'm flying away, which means flying away from the comfort of your Big Wings. May you find your little wings somewhere in time.

~nipped.

Carl Raymon

Woohoo! I woke up from a buzz of delivery-call. A package from Hakodate, Hokkaido.
It's a loot of chocolates and more chocolates from white to dark... Yum! More Japanese goodies, those sweet mochi. Sticky! Of course, Carl Raymon's packs of sausages. A book. An album, set of pictures of places I would like to be at, whenever I feel like thinking and to be secluded from the madding crowd. Oh, there's me! Woot! I have to unpack now before I'd dig memories from the past.

Weekend

For the moment :)

Think Of Me

I've got me some post V-day present. What a surprise from our branch manager! I'm wondering if he's half-Japanese, or just because I am when I'm not???

St. Valentine's

For Kokim and R-yo who both were asking me to send them chocolates to save their reputation (LOL) at their respective offices, of being dateless on this hearts day... You two pick your own choice :p I tried, actually my first, but I couldn't have made it perfectly well. Anyhow, by the time I'll send each to both of you, the look would be more unsightly I guess. I only have a picture to offer :p

Cheers to everyone, and happy birthday to my sister! And to lovely Odette too, hugs on your birthday.

Like any other Valentine's day, I still opt to be alone than crowd myself to the commercialism of a supposed special day.

***On phone conversation with Kokim...

"Won't there be a solution to your problem of not being sociable? Or but, you wouldn't relate yourself to anybody who is way different to your perspective?"

Whatever it may be, I don't have qualm about it.

Squid

One of my yummy faves :p

Singaporean Seafood

It's quite dark. This is only what my iPhone could get. But I don't care that much. My stomach's growling already for that Thai crab dinner (crab in curry sauce).

Our first course is here already. Just check out the place. It's right in front of Shinagawa station.

Begin forwarded message:

From: <YOU>

Date: 2009年1月22日 2:30:18:JST

To: <ME>

Subject: Is there anybody out there...

Your silence is ice

blue void of cold wisper

of sound anticipated

of cracking hope

Silence. I hear words I wish

and all those I fear

Are you hiding in silence?

Are you lost in pain?

Flap your wings, angel

Make the wind roar

of your will to live

Obstinated fighter.

My heart knows no words... I wish you were here to give me that warmth of your embrace, to kiss the tiny pearls falling down my cheeks.

I am still breathing. Although I find the pressures and responsibilities of life nowadays unbearable. I am still swimming in the surface, scaling that wall.

I have dreamt of you. It was so vivid that I could actually feel you. But I woke up from the reality that you were never around. I gasped for air, because I was crying when your image was slowly fading away from me. I walked my way to the fridge and found my half-drunk glass of milk. I didn't want to remember how I feel so alone in that dream. After I went to the loo, I checked my phone and I've got this. From then, it never stopped raining until all I could remember in the morning how heavy my heart was.

I don't think I will ever see you. And I don't think I will ever be with you. 

Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life.

自分を信じるのです。一生、幸せに付き合っていられる自分を自ら作り出すのです。

Golda Meir
ゴルダー・メイヤー

Sometimes I feel my heart fall to vague depths between words. There are such spaces that I can't help but feel. My heart fall between the pregnant pause of all you will not say and all I can not ask.

Mishka

With her Tito-Ninong, her godfather, who she just fondly calls as Kokim. I think she's confused how to address her Tito Kokim, Ninong Kokim, Tito-Ninong... though she could utter straight the above honorifics, she opted for a shorter name-calling in a high-pitched stress.