Transient Dreams

Hihi… I installed Alex King’s Smilies plugin. I’m using the smilies from my old Greymatter blog.

I’ve been trying to contact my old dailies so I searched all the comments in my old blog and checked the commenters’ sites. I found a lot of dead links… It’s such a shame. Many of them were great web designers and had such interesting blogs. Anyway, I decided to read through my posts from the past year. I felt like I was reading someone else’s blog. I still have the same opinion on most of the things I talked about but..I didn’t recognize my voice. I guess that’s what happens when you don’t write for so long. If you’d like to read my old entries, you can find them here.

*sigh… My nine-year old cousin/goddaughter keeps reading over my shoulder. I keep telling her that it’s rude but she seems to think it’s funny. She only stops because she’s afraid of me. She has seen me get really angry. Hehe.. Good thing she doesn’t know that I really love kids. I try not to show it because she might become incredibly spoiled and bratty.

Okay, my siblings and I are very curious about The Lake House (starring Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock). I think I remember an old movie with a similar plot. If I remember correctly, the man and the woman exchanged letters by placing them in a bureau. The letters were sent back and forth, across centuries(?). If anyone knows this movie, please leave me a comment. I’ll be really grateful for the info. ^_^

Anyway, about The Lake House… I just can’t reconcile the fact that they’re living two years apart with the chances of them meeting each other even if they wait for each other at the exact same spot… I can’t explain it. It’s just so implausible… Although that possibility has crossed my mind before..it’s hard to digest. It gives you the idea that time overlaps. That maybe, some of the people we meet actually live in another time but not necessarily a different place. Wouldn’t that be chaotic? But then, that might explain how we can meet someone and never see them again..or run into someone everyday but never really notice them. Hmmn.

I finished reading W.i.t.c.h. earlier – gaaaah! My cousin only left Issues 1-42 with me – I bought the 3 most recent issues for her but she’s still reading them – and she doesn’t have Issues 37-39. I want to know what happened to the Oracle! I really must find back issues of the series and start collecting them myself. And I really want to have the Cornelia & Caleb Special Issue. I guess..their story is something I can relate to. Argh! WHY didn’t I keep track of the series when I bought the first issue?!

CORNELIA & CALEB: THE BEGINNING OF A DREAM…

Cornelia:
In a soap bubble, lightly floating towards infinity. That is where I would like to be, so I wouldn’t be bound to hear a thing.
To lose myself into oblivion and to avoid regretting a fading past that, with all my being, I’d like to be my present and my future. It would almost be funny if it didn’t hurt so much, don’t you think?
To think that I, a girl with powers over earth, would dream of losing myself in nothingness.
Here I am writing the most difficult letter I’ve ever had to write, not knowing if I’d have the courage to mail it to you. That is exactly what I was missing: courage!
Do you remember our very first encounter in Meridian? There was so much sweetness in your embrace. You uttered, “You’re safe now!” I would like to hear you say those words again, with the same certainty. If only, for the last time, I could lose myself in the warmth of your embrace…

Caleb:
Cold. So cold. My body and my heart shiver from the cold. I would have never imagined I’d feel so much! I miss you and I cannot tell you. Worst of all,
I cannot tell myself.
Why, why shouldn’t I feel these emotions?
Solitude makes me feel a deaf pain that not even the things in my past can soothe.
And whenever other feelings arise, like rage, I cannot find peace and I ask myself why US, why THIS WAY, why NEVER again.
“You made that choice alone!
Nobody asked me anything.”
You told me this with tears in your eyes. Now, if only I could convince myself that I was reasonable. If only I could silence the doubts that crowd my mind. If only, for one more time,
I could lose myself in the heaven of your eyes…

*sigh…