So it is the end of the month, and tomorrow...actually today marks the culmination of a great summer and a period in my life which shall not soon be forgotten. Tomorrow is labor day and i don't know what that means for some people but i know that for me it is the beginning of a great and troublesome time in my life.
For some it is a holiday. A time to break out the grills and invite some friends over for a barbecue. You know, fun fellowship and all that.
While i myself shall indulge in a barbecue of some sorts, it will be more symbolic than literal for tomorrow i shall find out the meaning of life...my life. Yeah it will be a great day for humanity...greater for me than for humanity but a great day nonetheless.
Hope to see tomorrow...i mean today...daylight...whatever!
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Welcome to Romeion's Ramblings
- Romeion Case
- This site is a collection of some of my writings and innermost expressions. I am a Journalism student who welcomes every opportunity to express myself through my writing and use this medium to, in my own small way, effect change in the lives of everyone with whom I come in contact. I absolutely love every aspect of the arts and anything that allows one to creatively express themselves. Consequently, I am a graphic artist, a musician and a soccer player. Life is all about expression and it is my hope that persons who come in contact with this medium will leave with renewed vigor and the urge to express themselves and start a domino-effect of change that will help to make life for mankind better.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Crushed
The infectious sound of Dido crooning “White Flag” only helped in sinking his spirits farther into the pits of despair and depression that had become so familiar to him. He was used to wallowing in his self pity but this time was different. This time he knew things would never be the same and as usual, praying and hoping would have the same effect as trying to hold a conversation with a bag of sand. This time there was no going back. This was it.
The afternoon sun pelted him on the back of the neck turning his already dark skin a shade lighter than a stub of charcoal. Normally he would’ve hurried to get out of the heat, but the fiery rays were nothing compared to the arrow that had just been pounded into his chest. Still he walked on with Dido creeping into his head through the headset connected to his I-pod, turning his world upside down.
He had woken up this morning and for the first time in 5 months he woke up with a smile on his face. The memory of last night was still fresh in his head and the overwhelming delight he was feeling seemed to leap from his chest and cast a beautiful silhouette on the poster of Ronaldinho mounted on the wall above his bed.
They had talked all evening about nothing in particular and throughout all of this he had just sat and stared at her. When he looked into her eyes it was as if nothing else mattered and he could be lost in them and nothing could touch him. They connected, and he was sure that she felt it too. Sometimes she would notice his incessant staring and with a puzzled look, not so carefully masked behind the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, (every time), she’d ask what he was thinking about.
“Just you,” he replied, and she would melt his heart with another award winning smile.
Later on in the evening they had watched her favorite movie together and he would roll his eyes in the dimly lit room whenever she mused over how hot the actor looked. It was a long time since they had spent any time together so when she fell asleep in his arms he held on to her like there was no tomorrow! Maybe he was making up for the last six months when he tried to avoid seeing her with her new friend. He was jealous and didn’t know how to hide this when he saw her and so he’d stay hidden in his room. Now he had her to himself and nothing else mattered. He made up for it all when he kissed her gently on the forehead and whispered “sweet dreams” into her ear, then went to sleep beside her! Perfect!!!
Indeed, it was perfect, but now it was over as dreams usually are when you wake up. But he didn’t mind. If he couldn’t be with her like he wanted, then nothing could stop him when they met at night in his dreams, his utopia.
Now he was walking home with his head hanging low, just a tad higher than his spirit that was now buried under the dusty earth beneath his oversized feet. He could tell that the sweat covering his now lanky frame was having an effect on his smell. He knew because the last four people he passed hurriedly put their hand to their face to muzzle a fake cough and he could hear them exhale heartily after they were behind him. Still he didn’t care. Nothing else mattered now.
He yanked the headphones from his ears as he took out his cell phone and went over that dreaded text conversation that he had with her that ended about 40 minutes ago. Maybe he had overlooked some important word or phrase or punctuation even, that had influenced wrongly his interpretation of the message. Maybe his mind was somewhere else when he was reading and so the true meaning of the message was entangled somewhere in the web of thought that must have occupied his mind at the time. He was tempted to stop the person who was coming in the opposite direction and get their opinion on the meaning of the message, but about 10 feet in front of him, she crossed over to the other side of the street.
His eyes welled up with tears as he froze on the message; the message that had him walking up and down the street for no reason in particular looking for God knows what.
He read it over and over and over again but the meaning remained the same. There was no other possible way that he could interpret the words:
“I’m in love with him!” Read more!
The afternoon sun pelted him on the back of the neck turning his already dark skin a shade lighter than a stub of charcoal. Normally he would’ve hurried to get out of the heat, but the fiery rays were nothing compared to the arrow that had just been pounded into his chest. Still he walked on with Dido creeping into his head through the headset connected to his I-pod, turning his world upside down.
He had woken up this morning and for the first time in 5 months he woke up with a smile on his face. The memory of last night was still fresh in his head and the overwhelming delight he was feeling seemed to leap from his chest and cast a beautiful silhouette on the poster of Ronaldinho mounted on the wall above his bed.
They had talked all evening about nothing in particular and throughout all of this he had just sat and stared at her. When he looked into her eyes it was as if nothing else mattered and he could be lost in them and nothing could touch him. They connected, and he was sure that she felt it too. Sometimes she would notice his incessant staring and with a puzzled look, not so carefully masked behind the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, (every time), she’d ask what he was thinking about.
“Just you,” he replied, and she would melt his heart with another award winning smile.
Later on in the evening they had watched her favorite movie together and he would roll his eyes in the dimly lit room whenever she mused over how hot the actor looked. It was a long time since they had spent any time together so when she fell asleep in his arms he held on to her like there was no tomorrow! Maybe he was making up for the last six months when he tried to avoid seeing her with her new friend. He was jealous and didn’t know how to hide this when he saw her and so he’d stay hidden in his room. Now he had her to himself and nothing else mattered. He made up for it all when he kissed her gently on the forehead and whispered “sweet dreams” into her ear, then went to sleep beside her! Perfect!!!
Indeed, it was perfect, but now it was over as dreams usually are when you wake up. But he didn’t mind. If he couldn’t be with her like he wanted, then nothing could stop him when they met at night in his dreams, his utopia.
Now he was walking home with his head hanging low, just a tad higher than his spirit that was now buried under the dusty earth beneath his oversized feet. He could tell that the sweat covering his now lanky frame was having an effect on his smell. He knew because the last four people he passed hurriedly put their hand to their face to muzzle a fake cough and he could hear them exhale heartily after they were behind him. Still he didn’t care. Nothing else mattered now.
He yanked the headphones from his ears as he took out his cell phone and went over that dreaded text conversation that he had with her that ended about 40 minutes ago. Maybe he had overlooked some important word or phrase or punctuation even, that had influenced wrongly his interpretation of the message. Maybe his mind was somewhere else when he was reading and so the true meaning of the message was entangled somewhere in the web of thought that must have occupied his mind at the time. He was tempted to stop the person who was coming in the opposite direction and get their opinion on the meaning of the message, but about 10 feet in front of him, she crossed over to the other side of the street.
His eyes welled up with tears as he froze on the message; the message that had him walking up and down the street for no reason in particular looking for God knows what.
He read it over and over and over again but the meaning remained the same. There was no other possible way that he could interpret the words:
“I’m in love with him!” Read more!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Make time stand still
The most provocative question to which i, with all my wit and intelligence :-), have been unable to come up with an answer for, is one that i fear shall leave me perplexed for yet some time to come! How can i stop time?
Many people for years on end have tried to answer this question and i fear that some have tried and have indeed failed miserably to unravel the complex secrets and intricacies interwoven into the very fabric of human existence. they have only succeeded in making movies laced witc computer generated efffects and stunts that require you to look at the back of the head of the main actor for more than half the duration of the movie.
Sure these movies make for good screenplay and are usually the greatest box office hits but to me the only thing they accomplish is reminding me of how limited our scope as human beings is and what little power we have to do what we want to do.
We've heard it sung many times in the words of love songs ("If i could turn back the hands of time...") but few of us ever really stop to think about what this means. For some of us it means having another great time at the waterpark, reliving the excitement of our first time or maybe having our very own "50 first dates."
For me however it means living in the here and now. It makes no sense to wish and pine over what was and what could have been. It means indulging wholly and totally in the here and now! Now is the time. Don't just repeat meaninglessly the phrase "Live each day like your last!" GO OUT AND DO IT!
what have we got to look forward to but death, the only thing that is guaranteed to man! Live free, love hard, have no regrets and i guarantee you, time will stand still for you! It is for me! Read more!
Many people for years on end have tried to answer this question and i fear that some have tried and have indeed failed miserably to unravel the complex secrets and intricacies interwoven into the very fabric of human existence. they have only succeeded in making movies laced witc computer generated efffects and stunts that require you to look at the back of the head of the main actor for more than half the duration of the movie.
Sure these movies make for good screenplay and are usually the greatest box office hits but to me the only thing they accomplish is reminding me of how limited our scope as human beings is and what little power we have to do what we want to do.
We've heard it sung many times in the words of love songs ("If i could turn back the hands of time...") but few of us ever really stop to think about what this means. For some of us it means having another great time at the waterpark, reliving the excitement of our first time or maybe having our very own "50 first dates."
For me however it means living in the here and now. It makes no sense to wish and pine over what was and what could have been. It means indulging wholly and totally in the here and now! Now is the time. Don't just repeat meaninglessly the phrase "Live each day like your last!" GO OUT AND DO IT!
what have we got to look forward to but death, the only thing that is guaranteed to man! Live free, love hard, have no regrets and i guarantee you, time will stand still for you! It is for me! Read more!
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