Intermediate

So it’s another new day and I’m stuck on a train heading nowhere. Well, that’s just a tad cliché, and somewhat untrue. Its 5:24 PM, so I can’t exactly say the day is “new”; I’m also on a train, by my own choice, heading to Hamilton. So all in all, it’s not particularly bad.

The day, in and of itself, hasn’t been all that bad either. I’d even go as far as to say it has been good. Even though it started relatively early (6:45 AM, and it does take a little getting used to after days on end of not doing anything and sleeping in), it progressed well. By 9:00, I’d watched this rather silly movie about alien invasions in the form of being control, drawing parallels from “Invasion of the Body Snatchers”. The movie title is “The Faculty”. Silly entertainment, though it does contain some now-big names in acting. I suppose it was one of those intermediates for them at the given time. Salma Hayek, Elijah Wood, Josh Hartnett, to name but a few. But yes, I now draw close to Oakville, and shall cease this until I reach my room, or some place with an internet connection and a place to sit. Maybe the Oakville-Hamilton bus.

Well, I’m in Hamilton, and that plan to write clearly did not work out as intended. I just had several things to do, one after another. I shall post this as an intermediate, and update as a new post that appends to this one.
And it actually is a new day now.

D, I’m sorry. I can be so thick-headed sometimes. I’m sorry darling.

For now,
Whispered Screams

JOG ON!

Sunday May 13, 2007

So I've spent the last couple days at home with cousin et famille. I have no idea if I got that right, so feel free to decry. All in all, its been a fun time, with two movies (Hot Fuzz, hence the title, and 28 Weeks Later, sequel to the slasher thriller 28 Days Later) and a shopping trip in downtown TO. As for now, I'm hitting the sheets to start the day early. Well, a little later than now, and earlier than 8 AM. Hopefully.

I really need to start those runs with SK. Chica, if you're reading this, hold me to this?

I miss D. Even in the midst of all this, I miss her. Terribly. I got a precious few hours yesterday, so I guess I can't complain. Scratch the yesterday, its officially the day before? Every moment is to die for, and every moment without doesn't seem worth a moment. But what kind of waiting game is this? I wish time would flow by faster.

I think I'm going to start a world-famous listing on this blog soon. But I need a topic, or something. I've got a few ideas, but I'd love to hear back from any of you.

One of my friends wrote a song about the division that exists between the two "extreme" worlds that are the Tamils and the Sinhalese in Sri Lanka. As of now, I'm still wondering why no one can follow a simple fix-it-all solution. Dare I suggest it? Or am I to be branded a traitor for not supporting the fighting, the forced impregnations of bullets into hearts and brains, the destruction of city, country, houses and people alike? Someone once told me that the people back home have nothing to live for but the independence. Interesting thought, that. What would independence represent? Calling a little 50-square-mile area a country? And then having an official national border separating it from another 75-square-mile nation? One that's already set-up with government, industry, technology etc...? Here come some flamers aimed at all those who took the fierce one-sided view to all this. Either side.

Could every Tamil person who left the country go back and think about the real-world survival of what's being proposed and the sensibility behind it? And if they could, would they put their backs into creating a nation from scratch and have it rise above the fifth-world standard it would start out at? Or would it be nothing more than an economic and political competition between two tiny nations with global impact? Would you, the SRI LANKAN Tamil person (according to some, the Indians are considered traitors?) and the Sinhalese person reading this, leave your homes, wherever in the world you are, and go back and fix this, one way or another?

Somehow I can't see that happening anytime too soon.

Hell, the next half-century would be nice.

Maybe if they run out of fossil fuels, the oil supply will drop and they won't have fuel for their planes to drop bombs on unsuspecting targets.

There's a thought.

Sadly yours,

Whispered Screams

Returning from the ashes...

Admittedly, its been an era since my last post. By era, I mean a time where pretty much everything in regards to my persona has changed in some way or another. Whether this is a good change or not, is something I cannot define. But, as a way of keeping track, I've decided to resurrect this old being, my once-trusted and now-re-trusted voice to the listening ear, or just something of a diary. I don't know.

So here goes...

Monday May 7th, 2007

Its 1:00 AM, and I'm sitting in SK's room, drifting through random snippets of this blog, her attempting to understand blogging, and me trying to reassess what it is that made me write all that in the first place. I don't know. I don't think I ever will be able to recall all of what made me take those stances in life at those moments.

Things are new now though.

I get to see D in the morning. Well, more specifically, at 9 AM. And I really cannot wait. Its been long enough, and enough's transpired since the last time I saw her and now. Who would've thought it could be this strong, a yearning...

I wonder now, though, if there's something I'm missing. I need help with life and she's there to offer it at every turn. Yet, the self-sufficient me does not want the interference. I'm left wondering what means the self-sufficiency serves when faced with truly innocent care. Fear? And nothing more? I wish I could apologize for my nature.

I've got a long night ahead of me. I hope I really don't oversleep.

I think this is enough of a resurrection.

Till later,

Whispered Screams