it was morning, and my heart at peace... and my soul at ease. just the perfect morning.
some said that people have to meet somehow... i guess it's true.
it was a rough trip...
stranded even.
but just i came upon the land, and the shore at sight.
i know my sign of arrival is near.
this is one different morning...
although each morning does...
but this is the one.
Apr 16, 2005 12:00 AManother take off
finally, i had my body lifted. moved to another island... although it's actually connected in the bodyly mother earth. the aeroplane cramped, but i was glad.
i will go to the place with flower... even proclaimed in its name.
-ds-
Dec 06, 2004 12:00 AMLost - Lost -- and gain!
Well, it was an escape plan. Yet, even that can vanish.
I cherish those pages. Pieces of papers that has such power... i can go outside.
All right... I lost my passport.
Well, what else to do than getting a new one.
Blank papers to be filled :)
Oct 25, 2004 12:00 AMPre-dept RSA
FirstAid
Health Certificate
VISA -- South Africa
Oct 18, 2004 12:00 AMway the dark continent
hey, i am finding my way already
i am coming the dark soil of the ancient life
eternity lays in the spirit of the black kings
and the blood of life runs in the veins of the bronze queens
i wanna be brown from the perpetual dirt
i wanna sing with the wind of the ivory
i wanna remember for the elephants never forget
i am finding my way to the dark continent
Oct 09, 2004 12:00 AMthe phone: things not to bring
helo...
i'm away for a while.
Oct 08, 2004 12:00 AMYGK tripping small
Small bucket of flower
Small suitcase of love.
I am coming home darling.
I am going away for a while.
May 26, 2003 12:00 AMawan coca-cola
I went passing Han River. It was something, although I was a little nonchalance. I yearned to be there, but I had too many dust storms in my head. It supposed to be special.
I drove through the haze, somewhat like streaming the island above the cloud. There were many bridges, those of beautiful colors and plenty in silver. I was glad I had big windows, my private Cinerama. The old ladies walking, the stores opened. Everyone has their own business in such early time.
Stripes, blocks, rounds. Letters I don’t understand. I was dizzy for the whole day, and I thought it was only the smell. So I hit my way to an average hotel in a grubby neighborhood, the kind that has their in-house exotic movie channel. I made it to SEOUL.
Seoul to me is cluster of hills; elevations. It’s like opening a present each every downhill, for I can see the splendor behind each road. On the roadside, people kept coming in and out from such narrow street. Inside, there are plenty of surprises called Life. Houses, with windows that you can see through, little garden hanging flowers up the wall. For me, that is the sign of people’s generosity. To put it half full. Here, there are more colors to the city than just gray and ivory. There are tea leaf, light coffee, shimmering purple, shy red, and the reluctant blue from the sky.
So, close to not remember, I had some taste of the Seoul Spirit. With a cherry cola up the café in the corner of Itaewon, watching the old lady selling munchies down below; I smoked Seasons with its natural Ginseng flavor. Jay, our waiter was the God of direction; he showed us where to go in this city filled with Diamond Dust.
My Seoul.
