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The first one, on the left, is a jeepney. They alw)s have strange English names like, "Sexy Grandma" or "Che Guevuera's Family Tree." They are the quinessential Filipino affectation. I was shocked to see jeepneys in two Caribbean islands but have learned that they were in fact "invented" here.

The second is a "habal habal," enough said.


The third is a "skylab," with people on the wings. The saddest thing is that when they crash, and it happens regularly, people die ALWAYS.

I actually couldn't find a photo of the McDo but found this photo of a bank promo offering that 1.30 US siggy chicken meal- don't forget the ball of rice, in exchange for a bank transaction of US 125, what a rip off. The weird thing about that chicken is it has no taste. I admit I am partial to KFC though. When the first Cambodian KFC opened I was in PP and was forced to go in by Rizza who ended up agreeinh it sucked. KFC is built around the "Colonel's Recipe" and yet, in Cambodia, they don't serve it. They prepare the chicken as the Philippine McDonalds do. Guess it is an Asian thing.

Last photo is "Lion House." About a decade ago some stupid British guy met a local girl from one of those mail order dating things. He was shocked by the poverty, people eating bats and shit, so he decided to open an orphanage although I don't know how "poverty" correlated to "orphans" but never the less, the clown built that garish monstrosity on Davao Agusan National Hiway, the road linking us to Davao City. Noone wanted to operate it much less pawn off their kids to it, rural Bisaya wouldn't dream of it and Hill Tribesmen dont understand the concept since tribes take care of their own.

As a result it has remained empty all these years until it was turned into a roadside snack stand this past summer. I was hoping they would do like Taiwan and have sexy girls in bikinis selling Betel Nut quids (Taiwan is nuts, who would think to open a business like that much less what type of nation could support such an endeavour hahaha). There is a second building bext to it, an empty "shoe" as in "There was an old woman who lived in a shoe." I suppose the guy thought he was helping people, which is great and all, but it isn't the help folks here need.

I am so tired, but I hate going to sleep cus I get to wake up with silly nightmares 5 or 6 times

Also, isn't it a bit weird that that a 25 year old has started keeping a diary?

Oh well, I'm off to masterbate a few more times (cant believe how many times Ive done that today just goes to show I have too much time on my hands)

then I will try and sleep

Hi I'm working on a paper for class about if drug should be legal or not and i was wondering if any one new were should i start looking?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6UTDQgP79I&feature=related

Ahhh fucking hell. Boy George. From Cheapness and Beauty, but this is the acoustic version.

Firstly. Just watched the "You're The One For Me Fatty" video by Morrissey. Made me smile and smile.

Ahhh fucking hell I love Morrissey. I'm watching "Last Of The Famous International Playboys" and I remember being in Dundee at the Caird (?) Hall waiting to go and see Morrissey and a group of guys were singing it.

God, Dundee. That was an amazing evening. Although I did fuck up the end of it by being a stupid neurotic idiot.

When Morrissey came on stage I started crying. I feel all breathless thinking about it. He is a fucking genius. Nobody understands me as well as he does and he doesn't even know me

The second time I saw Morrissey I got so nervous that I had to go and pee about four times before the show started. Spiff and the Carlisle lot were all quite laid back drinking their pints and I was champing at the bit to get to the front. I did it though even though I owe a karmic debt to all the people I elbowed and bashed to stay there totally worth it to be about two metres away from the love of my life. I didn't want that night to end. I don't think I cried at the second one but I screamed my heart out and sang along to everything.

I still can't believe he played in Hawick. Incredible. He is so beautiful and everything he writes makes sense. I am gutted that when he did his encore I had to get out of the crowd. I was getting crushed and because I've got a back injury I can't risk getting badly knocked or my legs go numb and I end up spending a week in bed. Most people were nice enough to pull me out of the crowd but one guy tried to rugby tackle me back in. Thankfully Haley and Ains were there and managed to get me out. Then it was back to dancing

He made some quip about Andy Murray... "I like Andy Murray but let's face it, he'll never win"... funny as fuck the way he said it...

Ahhhh fuck I love Morrissey so much and I don't care what anyone thinks of that.

I actually came on to rant about how decent music magazines like Melody Maker and Select have disappeared but I've ended up writing about my favourite obsession.

Might as well end it on a good note. I'm off to listen to Bona Drag. My favourite of all his albums. Although choosing a favourite Morrissey or Smiths album is a bit like choosing which one of your children you love most!!!

Hey guys. I'm back! Heh.

I feel a hell of a lot less addicted to the Internet (and social sites in particular), but I still have a long way to go before I can get my life to where I want it. I need to work on my "real life self" a hell of a lot more.

So, *raises glass of water* here's to changes!

By the way: Those of you who I got e-mail addresses from to keep in contact with: I was going to e-mail you--My computer died in early October and all your e-mail address I had saved in a Note Pad document went with the hard drive. So, please don't hesitate to PM me your e-mail once again (as all my old PMs are gone, too) and I'll be sure to e-mail you every once in awhile.

Hi, my name is: 4nn4

Never in my life have I been: tall

The one person who can drive me nuts is: there are a few as of late.

High school was: came here when i was a sophomore. didn't have any friends throughout, as i was from a different country and very apprehensive about my accent.

When I'm nervous: that's a normal state of mind for me.

The last time I cried was: this morning. HA!

If I were to get married right now my maid of honor would be: i would not get married. but i would want Heather or Christi

My hair is: brown, starting to get gray

When I was 10: i was in school. i was not thrilled about it.

Last Christmas: honestly, i can't recall. i think i was alone. pretty sure.

I should be: taking pictures of some of my old clothes to send to this chick

When I look down I see: a very dirty carpet. and some cords

The happiest recent event was: ummmmmmm. ok, this is a tough one.

If I were a character on 'That 70's Show' I'd be: not a fan

By this time next year: i hope i'm dead. i think. pretty sure.

My current gripe is: running out of money, i'm getting older, no sex. that i like. i can get sex, just not the kind i like.

I have a hard time understanding: people who deliberately hurt others. also serial killers

There's this girl I know that: can snort milk thru her nose? what kinda stupid qn is this?

You know I like you when: when i flirt with you. after we met. if i start talking about sex.

If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: my best friend.

Take my advice: enjoy life while you can, to the fullest. don't worry when you have nothing to worry about. just let it go and have a blast.

Something that I really want to buy is: several mac eyeshadows. clothes and shoes. i know, i'm cheap like that. actually - http://amzn.com/w/2Q9ZD59BOR6N2

If you visited the place I was born: why on earth would you do that? it's in moscow.

I plan to visit: hate traveling. maybe see my friend heather in seattle again.

If you spend the night at my house: i'd like you to get high with me and have a good time..

I'd stop my wedding if: i'm not getting married.

The world could do without: tough one. let me get back on that.

I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: how bad can that be. big fuckin deal, cockroach.

Most recent thing I've bought myself: ummmmmmmm groceries

Most recent thing someone else bought me: swiss white chocolate lip balm

My favorite blonde is: kirsten dunst

My favorite brunette is: jinx1313

My favorite redhead is: Audrey Hollander?? Just kidding!! i really do not like her

My middle name is: complicated. i'm russian

This morning I: i ate a bunch.. goddamn munchies. smoked a bowl. gave some money to the asshole

The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are: um i think i'm cool with just birds

Once, at a bar: don't visit bars much

Last night I was: passed the fuck out

There's this guy I know who: i am sick of guys. men are from mars, women are from venus. men should be corralled and used strictly for pleasuring women. the ones who are inadequate should be put out of their misery. there you have it. so crucify me.

I don't know: the meaning of life. yes i know 42, but that only leads to more questions.

A better name for me would be: anything but my real name.

Tomorrow I am: may do a photoshoot with my good girl friend. hopefully it will work out.

Tonight I am: ummmm what was i supposed to do tonight?

My birthday is: coming up

What I really wanted for Valentine's Day was: it has been so long since i've had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. honestly i would love for someone i like to like me back and do the whole cheesy nine yards. but i think that is wayyy too much to ask.

I can sing: not really

I like a guy named: John.

My best friend's name: John. Christi

It's been a tough few days.

I feel a little less awful than yesterday although I am still devastated about Paula. I guess it's started me off thinking a lot about my life and the way that I react to things. I'm starting to think that I might need to make some changes in my life in order to be happy.

I came home tonight and reached straight for my guitar. I am working on a version of "You and I" by Lady Gaga. I know it's a daft song to choose but I like it and I think my version is cute. I've also got "Someone Like You" by Adele down to a T. I've got a version of "Music When The Lights Go Out" by The Libertines but it sounds like two different cover versions and nobody ever knows the song. I belted them all out tonight and I'm sounding in pretty good voice. Which is nice. I think it's when I've been busy at work, because I talk on the phone all day, it warms up my voice?

I had a horribly late night last night. Colm and his fiancee fell out again and he was texting me into the wee small hours about it. She hit him with his mandolin. It would almost be funny if it wasn't for the fact it gave him a black eye. She's got issues and none of us can help her. She's just not willing to admit she has a problem with weed and it's affecting her relationship. I'm glad I don't smoke it much.

Don't get me wrong I do partake from time to time but it tends to make me sleepy and or horny. I end up sleeping for a day or feeling very frustrated... although in situations like the other weekend after my night on the billy with Debbie we were using it to try and sleep but we both kept freaking out and hiding under the covers. She's a good person to be around on a comedown although she was so sick it was unreal. It was good that we could be paranoid and tired together.

Garrick's been awesome lately. He's a good friend to have as well. He's just so decent. I kind of wish him and Debbie would get it together. They'd be so cute together.

Pat has been great also. He needs to find a nice girl to look out for him. I will have to see if I can think of anyone to matchmake him with. He was texting me all night last night to make sure I was ok and did a very good job of keeping me sane.

Well tomorrow I start work at 8am and finish at 12pm. YIPPEE!! I'm getting a haircut in the afternoon. I love my beehive but I can't wear my hair down in public which is starting to be a pain in the ass as I go through two cans of hairspray a month. I think I'm going to get a panel shaved out again and get a short fringe. Something cute. Why do I keep using the word cute? It's Sam's fault. She uses that word a lot.

Sam was great at work tonight. I think she finally sees why my stats are shit. I am going to try really hard to pull my socks up and make a good job at work. They have put up with so much and have been so supportive.

I got asked out on a date last night by a guy I used to know. I checked his Facebook as I'd logged in to get Tom's details so that I could find out what happened to Paula. Turns out he's engaged??? I was trying to think of an excuse not to anyway. What a dickhead. I should have facebooked his fiancee and told her. I'm not like that though. I told him not to contact me again. Who needs men anyway. They're just a stress. It would take someone pretty special to break through my barriers and I don't think I'm ready. I'm still not past my ex. STILL. I wish I could be, because he is. It's not healthy that I still have feelings. He's moved on so I should too.

I guess it proves I really did love him despite what he thinks. I wish he knew. I yearned for him these last few days especially. He'd have known how to settle me. He gave the best hugs.

Oh god. I can't bore you all with another rambling entry about him. I'm kidding myself holding onto the memory but I can't seem to let go.

I should probably get on. I've got a flat to clean and a pasta dinner to have. I got a custard slice for dessert. For some reason it makes me think of my ex. As do those pastry things with raisins in. I call them a fly graveyard. I must be mental. He would be mortified that cakes make me think of him...

I really, really hope tomorrow is an ok day. I can't take much more stress.

I would really just love one lovely day where something nice happens.

I went to the supermarket bought them out of peanut butter snickers and have already eatin 3 full bags. Something tells me that's why I'm still up and haven't been able to sleep and my tummy feels full. OMG, I do NOT recommend anyone try this at home. I am what you call and expert. ewwwwwwwppppphhhhhhh not feeling so hot lol

i just finished reading Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins. it was an awesome book. i think my heart would be too heavy for me to roam around at will in the afterlife. but do i really care? it is what it is. i used to have a good heart. i don't anymore. anyone who has not been tempted, cannot say they are a good person.

i am extremely sexually frustrated. i almost got it on with my best friend yesterday which would have rocked but he wanted anal, and the prep work takes too much out of me. by the time i'm done, i really just want to lie down and rest. certainly not have anything up there. not for a while at least. i have to say the showershot helps. but god damn that was bad last night. fuck it all to hell. i think god or whoever, is trying to tell me something. i should go join a convent.

there are very few things in life i like right now. sex was a major one of them. i am sick to death of trying to find a replacement for him. just fuck it all to hell. so i die, so i go to hell. i don't think you think much at that point anyways. if at all. i need to shut my brain off somehow.

I love that headline.


Today should suck more than it does.

3rd day off Klonopin but still drunk from last night so it doesn't hurt as bad as it should. I barely enjoy anything anymore without them it seems.

It's not addiction because I went off them for 2 years and felt like this the entire time. Just chronic anxiety and depression due to post traumatic stress and current financial and life woes.I've a sneaking suspicion it has to do with receptor manipulation/damage due to an on/off SNRI regime as well.

I want to reincarnate into a giant tortoise. Calm, meditative, content. Vegetarian. Lovely life. Especially a petstore tortoise who's not for sale.

Week sober. Feel better than I have in years. Talking too much, rambling coherencies like a wolverine trapped in a bear trap with a harvard education. I'm back, bubba, ho ho. Let the good times roll. I missed you freaks. ♥

Don't worry. This won't hurt a bit. Act your age.

Anyone who's ever been inspired or in the very least vaguely amused or interested in my rambling nonsensical gibberish PM me. I need new friends, I'm living a hermetic existence and I'm running out of people to speak to. May you live in interesting times.

So yesterday/today was really fun. I bought some pills (what else is new?) but after that me and my girlfriend went to this arcade complex. We got Dippin' Dots (aren't they the shit?! The ones my girlfriend got had fucking POP ROCKS in them!) and I played Whack-a-mole. Then we played Dance Dance Revolution and I'm sure I looked like a complete ass but it was so much fun. When I'm old and rich I'm so getting a DDR machine put in my basement. Then we played air hockey and I totally won. YEAH, BITCH, I WON! I never win at air hockey so it was really an accomplishment for me.

So yeah, it was really fun. I was chemically altered quite a bit, to say the least, but today kind of showed me that I can also have some nice clean fun. Fun is expensive though, whether or not it's clean or dirty. Hmmm.

Then we went to CVS for something to drink. Their coffee selection sucked so I got a Mountain Dew Code Red. I love those things. They remind me of my freshman year of college. I quit drinking soda though, so don't tell anyone about that slip up. Soda seems to be the only thing I can fucking quit. Oh well.

On the train ride back, the Conductors made some weird announcement about police dogs at the station where I usually go to cop. But then nothing happened, I didn't even see the dogs. They may not have even been drug dogs. It was all messing with my head though. That would have been a shitty time to get caught, though.

We got home, walked the dogs, watched some television and "went to bed" which, for us, usually means have hot sex for hours and not sleep... In fact, I haven't slept yet. I have to go down to Housing Court and crap.

Back to my Life of shit.

so there you have it

of course, nothing happened. he came over, i passed the fuck out, woke up in the morning, we went to the store, i showered, he left.
why did i think anything was going to happen? what the fuck of a retarded idiot am i? i hate this shit. i don't think i will ever be able to forgive him for choosing her to be his girlfriend, that he liked her better than me. so why the fuck are we best friends now? i know, because i have things he needs. and i want him to need me. it just hurts, and i can't seem to ever get over him because he's that great in bed. and yeah people told me over and over and over again ad nauseum 'you'll meet someone else' and all that total fucking bullshit. about 6% of the population are like him in terms of sex. how many of those 6% are easy on the eyes, appealing to me, share my lifestyle and are more or less decent people? so, i guess i have to compromise. i wish i could make myself like more people. i don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. i want to smack myself on the head and make myself normal. or whatever. i had the love of my life for 8 years. i loved him and thought we'll be together forever. and then i got bored and broke up with him.

blah blah blah. so fucking boring, i know what i'm in for and i do nothing to change it. same ole bull shit.

Todays blog is about blogging. The only thing you need to do to successfully blog is to....ready????? BLOG! Any question?

That about sums up my character. Surely it won't be long until I get myself a Darwin Award or something.

How I see the world and how others see it are so far about, I feel like an alien or a child at times, still learning what people my age should have learnt 20 years ago. I seem to have stopped developing (mentally) around the age of 15.

Today I discharged myself from my psychiatrist even tho its probably something I really need and will probably never have the opportunity to get again, all because I made some stupid comments to them over the phone when i was pretty cracked out on benzos.... damn loss of inhibitions will be the death of me I swear...

Anyway... they are gunna call me sometime this afternoon to discuss discharging me but there is no way on earth I am going back there after what I said..

Also, I find that being treated there has made me lose all trust in people, anything you say to them is written down/recorded/passed onto others in some way shape or form.

It is a shame in some ways cus my regular doctor was so happy I wen there (probably cus I was pissing him off) but I went there with a bad eye today that wont clear up and he said hes glad Im getting the psychiatric care I need... less than 20 minutes later Im called to discharge myself

My behavior is so erratic. I'm a child.

While I'm writing this there's been some sort of Suidae outside my door, knocking for half an hour. He may keep trying to get in, but he doesn't have a warrant. Just a reminder to you all, don't open the door unless they show you a warrant first, and if you must; step outside with them and close the door behind you or even have a friend lock it behind you.

Don't do anything stupid or illegal in a first floor room where anyone can even slightly see inside. Even if it's the main level of your house, buy some thick curtains.

Don't get bored and give up, they have to get called away from your house eventually, and even if they didn't... you could call the on duty popos for the off duty one that would now be trespassing.

This is second nature to most of you, of course. Just a friendly reminder.

I'm sad to say that I found out that a friend of mine passed away on Sunday from an unspecified illness. Details are sketchy just now, I only found out because her sister texted me to give me details for the funeral. I can't go to the funeral because it's too far away.

She was only in her early 40's. She leaves two beautiful daughters, Josie Cash and Eden, and a loving partner called Ege.

Paula "Red" Francis was my lifeline this year. We met through our mutual friend Tom, through a mutual love of bitching about materialistic idiots who think the price of a pair of shoes is a status symbol. She told me I should move to London and study to be a makeup artist like she was, and she saved my sanity when I was turning 30. The nicest thing she ever told me was that I reminded her of herself at my age. If I'm anything like Paula was... I'll be a happy lady. She was amazing.

Paula was a makeup artist who worked on music videos with the cream of 80's new wave stars. She loved Poly Styrene and was devastated when she passed away. I like to think she's sitting chewing the fat with Poly now.

Paula was gorgeous. She was also a lovely, deep person who experienced the same torrent of emotions daily as I do. We were kindreds in that respect. She was always quick to tell me that I was beautiful and that everything was going to work out for me, and that I deserved it. I always appreciated how she believed in me.

I hadn't heard from her for a wee while, but that wasn't unusual as she was always busy with something. I will miss her random texts and chat. I wish I'd thought to contact her sooner. I wish I hadn't left it. I didn't know she was ill but from what I hear nobody knew and this has been a shock to everyone that knew her.

I'm waiting to get an email from Tom to tell me what happened. I went back onto Facebook just to leave her a message... I didn't know what else to do... and I'm adding a red crystal to my sleeve tattoo just for her.

I'll never forget you Paula and I miss you so much it hurts. I've shed so many tears today. There'll be more before bedtime.

You always believed in me, now I have to believe in myself. I'll do it for you and I'll do it for me. I hope you watch over me. I hope you watch over us all.

The world is a sad place, and your loss is tragic.

Love you much, Red.

xxx

*Tom updates that she had massive liver failure, ended up in a coma after an infection hit her brain, and it killed her. He's trying to organise a memorial gig with the Specials, as she was friendly with Terry Hall. I'll get there even if I have to hitch.

My latest scribblings! Yesterday I was hit with a brainwave of sorts, whereby I take album/EP/LP titles and put my own spin on them. I'm using the same media throughout all the work, namely ink and marker pen, in order to create some consistency between the pieces, and making it a slicker body of work as a whole. Any criticisms and ideas for future concepts would be greatly appreciated!

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There is nothing exciting going on here other than that I am doing the usual chores. I have been doing some restoration work on some of the old homestead buildings. The roofs for example were in bad shape. They are made of wooden Tamarack shingles that must be nearly 100 years old. Many of the shingles are dry rotted and have split. The result is that the roofs leak.

I've simply put tin roofs on the buildings on top of the original tamarack shingles. I also harvest some timber and firewood (mostly dead fall) on the mountain, feed the horses, harvest mushrooms in the forest, etc. This labor takes around 4 hours a day on average. Then I'm done, and I'm free to do what I want.

Mostly, I read. Usually non fiction subjects that I touched on when I was working on my degree and that I would like ot go into further --- Sometimes I feel as though I am wasting my mind and university degree out here. Or I sketch or work on my journal.

I also do some cardio. One of my favorite exercise is to put on a 50 pound backpack and go for a run for a few miles usually to the eagle's nest on the top of a cliff overlooking the gorge. This might sound excessive, but I don't want to lose the strength and endurance that I gained during my trek last summer. I hope to be fit enough to climb Denali or something in a year or 2. Or I ride my mountain bike on some of hte trails -- they are very hilly. Or I pump iron.

Another way I occupy myself is by contemplating my dreams. Dreams are usually boring stuff, a form of mental noise, but mine have been unusually vivid these past few weeks. And they have contained some interesting information. I don't expect anybody to be interested in reading an account of another's dreams, but this one I want to share has some interesting Mexican folk music for those who like music from different cultures. It was moving. Obviously I can't do direct audio-visual from the dream, but I have provided a Youtube link and the lyrics below. The song-writer (Mendez) sort of describes the intensity of the way I felt during the dream.

This is dream sequence from a few days ago. It had an interesting synchronistic component (the song) in which some interesting music I have no conscious memory of ever having heard was transmitted to me. I was able to remember the name and the spelling long enough afer waking to write it down and research it.


Cucurrucucu Polama - Dream of Loss

Here is the sequence:

First dream -- girlfriend had mysteriously vanished. I looked everywhere and could not find her. It was non-lucid.

Second dream --Empathy. I dreamed that I was someone who had just lost his lover. She had been shot by soldiers. He/I grieved.

3rd dream-- she had gone away without telling me. She never returned.

There were several more that followed the same story line. A man loses his girlfriend/wife/lover/partner and the sadness and sense of loss build with each successive dream until I felt as though I were going to break from the weight of the sorrow.

Finally I became aware that these were only dreams, and then cycle ended.

After those dreams, I still dreamed but my location had changed. My surroundings were vague, dark, and poorly defined. But I had the impression of being in a courtyard under a starry sky. A man with dark hair faced me. His demeanor was stern. Someone sang Mexican-style music in the background, but I couldn't make it out.

He spoke: "....polama cucurruco polama cocurruco..." repeating the same 2 words several times.

"Write them down"

Suddenly I had a pencil and notebook. I tried to obey.

I started: "curoucuucio".. "No," he said.

Again: " caruru"... "No!" he snapped.

"Carucjuccio..." "No!"

"No, 5 "U"s. The fact that you can't spell these words shows your lack of character and your poor memory."

Sorry. I tend to be dyslexic whenever I have to deal with written text in the dream state. Letters often rearrange themselves. and a word like that has too many repeating syllables for me to tell the beginning from the end. Honestly, I don't think I could even get that word right if I were awake.

Each time I tried to spell it, I got it wrong and he would snap at me. He reminded me of a teacher who hated me during school and who was gravely disappointed in me whenever I didn't know the answer when he called on me.

"It's 'cucurrucucu' he finally said and showed me the spelling. And I remembered the first word "paroma." That one is easy enough to sound out. It sounds like an Indian name.

"Remember them. Write them when you wake up. That is the key to understanding the dreams you just had."

There a flash of starlight. Just as in another recent dream, the stars gave me the impression of forming a web or a vast intelligent network.

Obediently I woke up at that instant so I wouldn't forget them. I scribbled them into my notebook on the night table in the dark.

I vaguely wondered what they mean, if anything. These are words I don't know. Are they from a foreign language? Or are they only the noise and nonsense from a meaningless dream? Though "paroma" I have heard before or seen on a sign. I think there is a boutique in Portland that bears the name Paroma. I don't know the meaning or even if it has one.

Synchronicity

Finally today I Googled "Paloma cucurrucucu"
Several results popped up. Mostly Youtube links.
Here are the interesting ones I found:

A song bears that name. Though it is impossible to confirm, this song sounds like the one I heard in the dream:

www.youtube.com/watch?V=-CsA1CcA4Z8

And a wiki article:
"Cucurrucucu Paroma" is a Mexican Huapango song written by Tomas Mendez ...

The lyics fit the way I felt during the dream:

cucurrucucu paloma

Dicen que por las noches
no mas se le iba en puro llorar,
dicen que no comía
no mas se le iba en puro tomar;
juran que el mismo cielo
se estremecía al oír su llanto
Cómo sufrió por ella,
que hasta en su muerte la fué llamando:

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, lloraba,
ay, ay, ay, ay, gemía,
ay, ay, ay, ay, cantaba
de pasión mortal moría.

Que una paloma triste
muy de mañana le va a cantar
a la casita sola
con sus puertitas de par en par;
juran que esa paloma
no es otra cosa mas que su alma,
que todavía la espera
a que regrese la desdichada.

Cucurrucucú, paloma,
cucurrucucú, no llores.
Las piedras jamás, paloma
qué van a saber de amores.

Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
cucurrucucú, paloma no llores.

ENGLISH

They say that at nights
all he could do was cry all the time
they say he won´t eat
all he could do was drink at all times
they swear that heaven itself
would tremble hearing his crying
He suffered so much for her
that even on his death he was calling her

ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, he cried
ay, ay ay ay ay, he sobbed
ay ay ay ay ay he sang
from a deadly passion, he died

That a sad sparrow
early in the morning goes to sing
at the lonely little house
with it´s liitle doors wide open
They swear that that sparrow
is nothing else than his soul
still waiting for her return

Cucucrrucucu, sparrow
cucucrrucucu, don´t cry
stones will never, sparrow
know anything about love

cucurrucucu, cucurrucucu
cucurrucucu, sparrow don´t cry

Having researched the words and gotten a hit through Google, the dreams still don't make sense to me. Why did I dream them?As for the last part of the dream, why did I get a song I have never heard of? I like the music, but it leaves me with more questions than answers.

this is a note



this is my mind



people are talking around me, im not listening, but theyre talking



probably about shit that has nothing to do with anything i even remotely know about, but they are all invested in it, and i appreciate that. that they truly enjoy what theyre talking about, whatever it is. whether its drug induced, or pure raw thought. who knows, they are happily enjoying each others company.



im sitting here, literally inches away, with a computer on my lap typing, typing about nothing. i probably wont even post this, its just something to do i suppose, because i am an addict. i have a desire to quit drugs and foreign substances. its legitimate, at least, i think its legitimate. but i am influenced by LSD right this very moment. And I love it, I love the substance, all that it has to offer. Mind expansion, wavy walls, heightened senses ect ect... I am not addicted to LSD, I am not addicted to any specific drug. I am addicted to an escape from reality. and its deeper then i can even express.



i have faced all my demons, i have accepted all the truths about myself. my perception of myself, my perception of other peoples perceptions about me. but there is still something that i desire outside of this realm of existence.



everything that exists, exists within me. I am everything, everything is me. This is not any type of "profound" or "spiritual" thought. This is pure selfishness. And its not induced by anything, it is naturally who I am. Why is that? I haven't a clue, maybe I use drugs as a way to locate the roots of my selfishness, but i don't think that. All i know is I am selfish, and I am trying hard, going against all that i have previously announced i "stood" for, because what i "stood" for was drugs, "going hard", violence. stupid shit you know. not helping life in any way.



I'm trying to get a job, not because I want a job, not because I want money. Only to repay those people that I owe, mainly my parents. I don't care about money, it has no value to me, but i also realize to other people that it does, and they deserve what they are owed, so I am going to pay them, at whatever the cost.



i just closed my eyes, all i saw was fractal patterns of bright colors, mainly oranges, purples, reds, blues, just bright colors in general. all in kaleidoscope style patterns, awesome, looks amazing. but what meaning does it hold? none, none whatsoever. actually wait, here is what it holds. it holds fear, fear in the people who actually do legitimately care about me. because i am on "drugs", because they think I am "killing" myself. and thats what drugs do, they cause fear in people. not the people who use them, no, because i am not scared, i am not scared of anything. but there is people who are scared for me, and its effecting them. i sit here, in my altered states of reality, and MY life is negatively effecting the lives of others. and that is a selfish statement, but its a true statement, and i know its true. and i dont want anybody to be negatively effected by me. i need to stop, hopefully i can, soon, hopefully.



i think i may have just saved a life. someone who is with me who i have been paying no mind to for the most part, to be completely honest. and i just stopped him from making a mistake. the mistake was his to make, but it could have very likely been a fatal mistake, and even though i don't like to intervene in peoples decisions, i did



this is all current events. this is all right now, this very moment. I am influenced by LSD, they are influenced by alcohol, which I don't drink at all, ever, anymore.



this is the mind of a depressed person who uses psychadelic drugs. this is the truth, this is my mind.

I slept through my film class and midterm. This was supposed to be the make-up miidtern, FUUUUCK,

I got an eviction notice from my landlord. I have the money to pay it so I am not worried but I wanted to use that money for something else. Oh well. I wish I didn't have my brother to take care of. I'd go traveling somewhere. I'd go move in with an old friend, maybe. Find a job on the west coast. Learn how to drive.

I just need a change of scenery. Or else I am going to go crazy. I may even try to off myself. That cigarette burn felt pretty good. I was really triggered to start cutting myself...

My girlfriend and I have BDSM sessions. She spanks me till I'm bruised and welted. I love it. I need it. I get so wet when she does it... I get off on pain. I feel so lucky to have her. When I was with a guy, they never wanted to spank me. I guess most guys would see it as something bad. Guys don't like to hit women. But if I asked for it, it's not a beating or anything. It's just play... which usually leads to sex. You'd think a guy would jump at the chance... I guess the guys I was with were mostly vanilla. Luckily the wonderful lady I'm with is kinky.

I do want to marry her now that same-sex marriage is legal in New York. I just don't want to ruin her credit.

Jesus christ I keep nodding out so I am going to stop typing. OVER AND OUT!!!!!!

Finally. I've been "writing" this "project" for 5 years... About my experiences going from a G-rated life to an X-rated life which I'd stupidly thought I could keep a secret life, but that was not what happened. I randomly talk about it here. Non-specifically talk about it elsewhere where I'm not anon. I was being a typical "perfectionist" on speed by focusing way too much on details no one would notice anyway. Finally I just said DO IT, and gave myself a deadline... Late December this year. I'm writing it like a "real" project. Not a casual blog, not a whiny journal, not an expose, but an anonymously written - professionally written - autobiographical true life story of non-cliche, non-stereotypical sex, porn, drugs, love, lies, lessons unexpectedly found, and the underlying themes of do we really have control of what happens at all or is it all a crap shoot, or in the middle?

I am including A LOT of specific song links, all genres. Because the ONE thing I have been able to rely on in these 10+ yrs that ranged from ultimate happiness and freedom to total apathy and complete limits placed on what I could or could not do, was and is music. No matter what style, I could rely on it to either allow me catharsis or to pull my mood the way I wanted it to.

I still do not know exactly HOW I am releasing this, either as a pre-written "blog," or an e-book, or a group of articles, or all those ways... But I know the structure, themes, have the words down. I will be editing it completely so it's not a mess. I really need to work on it NOT being a pity fest and whine-ville...

I have to include the real humor, irony, and full range of people and emotions in it so it won't be something used in the exactly opposite way I want for it.

Thank god I'm remembering my college lit classes now, cuz I did do well in them... Lol.

Glad I can vent here first... Kinda a filter for what I will be really saying in my "Project." as I am calling it for now.

Not much has changed for me since I started posting Here again a few months ago... Still on probation, still love-less, still not the happiest, still hard on myself and my situation and still know there is no easy way out of it... Living with my parents at age 35, having each mood/word/behavior examined under a microscope by my doc and social worker and parents (and some friends too...)

Still horribly missing freedom, privacy, still sometimes looking at myself as having ruined my life, still super sure I'm being judged by others and even more if they know things about me that I never intended anyone to know... Still missing parts of my life I had so securely before. And still wondering if I will get such back.

But fuck the meds, I flushed them down the toilet... And I'm FINE. Better... Bye Prozac. Bye Abilify. NO THANKS Depakote (the one they want me to try now... Really??? Why not just give me the benzo I need, who knows, maybe Adderal a try?) I'm not bipolar. I'm not manic. I DO METH. I'd LOVE to roll with G again, really, but that's harder to hide. I'm not quitting... So stop saying I'm bipolar or manic. They know I do meth, still say I'm manic. UM, ok. Depakote's going to be flushed too. (Read all the bad reviews on it, thanks, I don't want anything to do with it.)

Well, the speed I've had for weeks is so low grade I'm eating and sleeping like a normal sober person so I'm going to bed now... Lol.

I made the mistake of trawling through old user names that my ex and I both used. Trying to make some sense of the mess in my head. I knew I'd regret doing it... this is what I found:

http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/threads/400708-Sharlot-(and-the-rogues)?p=6483046#post6483046

I know for sure that this was one of his pseudonyms after the last time "us" finished. Perhaps it's egotistical to think this... but given the time frame and the subject matter... I think this one was about me. As I said in a previous entry he was convinced I'd cheated on him with someone that I had never met.

I can't even begin to describe the wound that has been ripped open by reading that.

I know he'll never read this so I'll give you the truth. I never cheated on him. The guy that he accused me of cheating on him with lived near Manchester and has a fiancee and a teenage son. The irony is I bumped into him at a festival a year after it all ended with my ex and while I got on well with him, there was nothing there. Purely friends. I'm actually shaking as I write this. It's like all the hurt and the pain from all those years ago has come out again. It's like I'm bleeding tears.

What stopped things from working was not the fact that I cheated, because I didn't. It was his lack of faith in me and his own insecurity. Don't get me wrong, I was terrible to him through my own insecurity. I was a jealous and paranoid lover. I treated him badly but only because I wanted to keep him. I couldn't give him space and I found it hard to trust him because I didn't think I was good enough for him. He tried so hard. I tried so hard. But we both failed.

I loved him then. Right down to his bones. I love him now. If he were to find me again in this crazy fucked up world I would give anything to have one more day and night in his company.

I don't ever feel like there was proper closure. There was no real goodbye. There were just vicious words and arguments. When I met him outside a pub a few years later I just wanted to take him home with me and fill my soul with his presence. I've never loved anyone like I loved him then and I will never love anyone that way ever again.

It's been such a long few years trying to get over this whole thing and I don't think I'm ever going to get there. I still tremble at the thought of him. I can't get close to anyone without pushing them away again. Sometimes things happen and I want to talk to him because he's the only person that would have understood.

I used to text him song lyrics about how I was feeling. He used to always get it. I tried it a year or two ago after seeing him. He didn't get it. Maybe he wouldn't understand now. I don't know. I feel trapped in a past that I can't escape from and it's slowly devouring me from the inside, out.

These last few days have been especially hard. I don't know why. Three years have passed, why am I not ok? Why does this continue to burn inside of me?

He'd be so angry if he read this. I'm almost scared that he'll somehow find his way back on BL and see this. But I need to get this out. I need to put it somewhere that nobody who knows me will see because nobody can understand why this still consumes me. I'm ashamed of myself, truly ashamed. Who the fuck am I? What gives me the right to hold on so fiercely to a memory?

Why can't I do what he did and meet someone else?

I feel like I'm two people. On the outside I'm a slightly odd looking 30 year old woman with a crap job who keeps herself to herself and doesn't really connect. On the inside I'm falling apart. Writing masses of mad shit about a relationship gone wrong on a website filled with people that don't know her. Mourning for something that should have been buried three years ago.

I still remember what his phone number was. I still know his face off by heart. I still remember how he smelled. His favourite aftershave.

Why the fuck is this happening to me? Why? I don't want this anymore. He doesn't want me so there's no point in me feeling any of this. I hate it. I hate feeling out of control. I don't want to feel like this anymore. I've been beating myself up for years and at some stage it has to hurt because realistically where the fuck can this go? NOWHERE. NOWHERE.

If he saw this he would be so mad at me. He'd be angry and embarassed and he'd probably still think I cheated on him. Outside of BL there is nobody that knows I feel like this. I think Debbie knows something's wrong that she doesn't know about. That's because she's the closest to a kindred that I've got. One true friend that I can talk to without using words. But she doesn't need to know about this. She's young and needs to find a love of her own. I'm just her daft older friend. All I can do is teach her not to make the same mistakes that I did. I sometimes want to tell her why I feel so sad inside. I just want someone to know, I want someone to tell me how to get over this. Because I'm struggling to go on and it's really not healthy.

I'm not some crazy, deluded stalker. I'm just a girl that fell in love and skinned her knees... and was too afraid to get back up again. Although I'm probably the only girl I know who still holds a torch for someone that left her years ago. Or maybe it's not the holding of the torch. Maybe it's the inability to move on. My heart is a fortress. Nobody gets close anymore.

I wish nothing but the best for that man I love... truly and sincerely I do... sometimes I wonder if he hears my heart screaming his name. I hope not. My pride gets in the way.

I suppose if nothing else I am glad that I got to feel that way about someone if only for once in my life. And I know he loved me too. I'm thankful for all the things he taught me. I regret that it didn't last. Maybe my instinct was right and I just didn't deserve him. I know how much I made him miserable at times. I think maybe I'm just not capable of being loved forever. Nobody else would do anyway. I can get through life without anyone. I can do it. I have my family and my friends and that's all that matters to me. And I have the memories of something that was once wrought with gold. It has tarnished with time... but I will still bring it out and polish it from time to time and be thankful to have had something so beautiful in my possession.

S'cuse me now, I think I need to go and weep this out of my system. I'm so weak. Nobody can find out about this.