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The thoughts of an odd duck who sits alone in a night cafe, with a stylo in his right, a journal in his left, a valise under his chaise, a tasse on the table, and plenty of time to pass.

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~ samedi, août 31, 2002 ~

I have just returned from one of the greatest symbols of modern travel... the airport. What is it about the atmosphere of foreignism and internationalism that stirs my soul? The busy flight schedules, the crowded lines, and the annoying traffic control officers are no match for the spirit of travel. Even at the thought of weary voyages with headaches and jet lag, airline food where you can't tell the difference between chicken & fish, and captains that won't turn off the seat belt sign, the experience of going to another land as if it were your own makes the trip all the worthwhile. The airport is the beginning and the end for airline voyagers. Nowhere else can you buy fine liquor at duty free prices. Nowhere else can you purchase a twelve-pack of Toblerone chocolate. Nowhere else can you get those last minute souveniers from a far away place. Ah, the airport...

~Benjamin 8/31/2002 11:39:00 PM

~ vendredi, août 30, 2002 ~

Today, I went to get X-RAYs for scoliosis. I never took so many x-rays in my life. Even the technician said it was a bit much. I think it was. Something went wrong. I almost collapsed to the floor but I was caught. My head was in pain, I was sweating profusely, I wanted to vomit. My vision was blurred, I was out of breath, and the room was spinning. I still feel nauseous and dizzy. There are supposed to be no side-effects to x-rays they all said. Then why did I feel so horrible? Why do I still feel terrible? I looked up my symptoms. I found out that I am feeling slight versions of chemotherapy side-effects. Even more disturbing was that they're side-effects suffered by atomic bomb victims. I don't know how many brain cells I've lost, but I must've lost enough to even consider going online to blog this experience. I'm gonna go rest now...

~Benjamin 8/30/2002 11:03:00 PM

I feel weird. No, wait, I feel really weird. Maybe it's because I read all of the other people's bloggers about them going to college and all... meeting their roommates... Hmmm... It brings tears to my eyes to think about all the people that I may never cross paths with in life again. Yeah, alright, laugh all you want but let me say something... guys do cry. Yes we do and we don't like to admit it because we seem effeminated by it. Yet, that only shows our insecurity. I'm growing strong enough to accept myself and now, I cry for all the guys out there who cannot.

~Benjamin 8/30/2002 11:21:00 AM

If they say that good girls want bad guys, do bad girls want good guys? Or are good guys forever doomed? Hmmm...

~Benjamin 8/30/2002 10:01:00 AM

People criticize too hypocritically. Do people give advice too hypocritically? When a person drinkes bitter coffee, his reaction is a cringe on his face. Afterwards, his action is adding suger to the coffee. The reaction of cringing is like criticism and the action of adding sugar is like advice. You can give advice without criticizing and vice versa. Salt. What happens when you add salt to a dinner platter without tasting it first? You insult the platter. Friends, don't go around adding sugar to coffee that may already be sweet. You have no right to cringe without tasting the bitter coffee yourself. I have a right to give this advice because I have tasted the bitterness of my own faults.

~Benjamin 8/30/2002 09:54:00 AM

I am far behind on my SAT I & II prepararations, etc... Then again, they say it's stuff that you should already know, right? Hmmm...

~Benjamin 8/30/2002 09:42:00 AM

Perhaps I should clarify a few things... Feeling alone is not the same as feeling lonely. Alone is the feeling of not having anybody there at a time when you feel they should be. Lonely is the feeling of never having anybody there and not knowing if they should be. So please, I admit fault for mixing up the two but I really don't need all the critical remarks about my lack of insight.

~Benjamin 8/30/2002 09:38:00 AM

~ jeudi, août 29, 2002 ~

I see that Sonja has returned from her trip. Justin's online too and so is Andréa. Sameea signed in for a brief period but exited. Goodness... here I am- logged on but in appear offline mode. I love this mode! Why doesn't AOL IM have it? It makes me feel so sneaky... mwahahaha... I see you you but you can't see me! Or can you? :~o

~Benjamin 8/29/2002 02:40:00 PM

ALONE! Who feels alone? Why do people feel so alone? It's because they never allow time to be in solitude. They're always going out to parties, out with friends, extending the social life to where it becomes their whole life! Where is the balance? They become dependent on others for happiness and when time comes that their friends are not around, they feel, ALONE. Are they really alone?Thoreau once said... "I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude." -Walden, 1854. Time in solitude is what everybody needs once in a while. People must retreat with their own souls sometimes. Go for an evening walk, meditate to musique in your chambre, sit and think... enjoy it! and you will rarely ever feel alone.

~Benjamin 8/29/2002 09:56:00 AM

~ mercredi, août 28, 2002 ~

I need Help. Hahaha... No seriously, I need help. =| I am far too over-addicted to weblogging- and I just started! I have been sitting here in front of my computer screen customizing and writing for around 5½ hours now. (see, I even learned how to type those special characters now >> ‰ § ¥) The last time I stood up was around... what? 2 hours ago! Goodness!!! I can't stand!!! Oh! Who knew that the internet could be soo cruel!

~Benjamin 8/28/2002 06:24:00 PM

~ mardi, août 27, 2002 ~

Weary traveller of life, traveling from birth to death... Have you traveled a troublesome journey? Come, I welcome you to entre my café of thoughts. No, not your café of thoughts, MY café of thoughts. This is my mind. This is my imagination. This is my cup of coffee. Have a seat and take heed of my truths... They may be dull or interesting, tolerable or preposterous, but remember that they are nevertheless, MINE.

~Benjamin 8/27/2002 07:55:00 PM

En memoire de Floy Catabas (1932-2002)