raialoha's New Writeups

March 17, 2011 (log)

2011-03-17T21:04:20Z

I brought three tangerines from California. Settled in my dorm room, I peeled one and the fragrance hit me like a flash of home. I should've saved the other two for sad times but no, I was overjoyed and impatient. I peeled them all and gobbled them up. But why not? I live for the moment - let tomorrow take care of itself. I shouldn't have to rebuke myself for choosing joy. Because the first day is always the hardest.

January 25, 2010 (person)

2010-10-03T05:08:49Z

I took a seat at a round table-bench apparatus in front of Student Activities where the sky was a bright pearlish gray and there was nobody within my three-meter radius (except for a passerby or two). No one would bother me here for sure, cackle, cackle. I cracked open my Nuts&Foods book, FOCUSED MAH BRAIN on the text, and colored a few sentence fragments a transparent bright orange. Yes, I am in college and I still use a textbook as a coloring book just like in the kidney-garden.

From the corner of my eye several paces away from where I sat, I spotted a gorgeous exotic gal who stopped in her tracks to take a look me. She stood motionless (obviously stunned by my utterly magnificent beauty and charm) and eyed me curiously. I swear, man, everything was going in slow motion and there was some opera music playing in the background. She maneuvered her slim and shapely torso towards me as something in…

February 4, 2009 (personal)

2009-02-04T14:08:32Z

Do not fret, my beloved jellyfish. I'm still waiting for you. Longing for you. We will meet when I find you sprawled on a saucer served to me cold. I already feel the magnetism. Your spineless body, your long strings, the shower cap... Oh, yes.

I'll be here for you always. If you're not with me by the time the moon rises, we will be reunited once again by firelight. You'll be both awed and cowed by the sheer power of fate. Wasn't I right for you to be afraid?

You will be seduced into failure. Failure, my dear jellyfish, will become your only option. But have patience, for time will yield for thee and it will be a fast disappearing dream. Yes, fate, thine own failure tempts me to follow, and alas, I shall return to the time I had created you. Ah, wondrous creation, what wrong have we committed? Crime and justice knows no end to my mortality. My home and my heart will then cease to belong to me.

We shall experience neither the warm embrace of the sun…

September 9, 2008 (idea)

2008-09-21T08:23:06Z

i want to eat the banana, but it's not at the right kind of ripeness yet. i need it slightly green so that it'd be perfect. it's ok if it's not as green as i'd want it ideally. i wonder if i could put a condom on a banana and draw on it... it could be a new art form! (the drawing is one thing without the condom and when you put the condom on, it's something else. maybe i could create some awesome illusion thingies... but it's too bad i'm not artistically talented. if i were, then maybe i'd have the guts to try and sell my bananacondom on ebay and hope that some wealthy drunk moron buys it.

my banana's kind of small... but that's ok. small bananas still taste the same as big bananas, but with MORE FLAVOR and less sweetness in the midsection. yum. the top end of the banana is especially good, unless the top part gets smashed and softy-like if you try too hard and phail at cracking open the banana on the first try. one day when nobody's home, i'll fry all the…

August 16, 2008 (event)

2008-09-21T07:50:12Z

Besides being close to fatal injury or death, my day was absolutely fantastic and interesting.

I spent the day walking around my hometown and hanging out with my friend, *Joe. We exchanged pleasant and stimulating conversation on our walk from the local shopping mall to our old high school. It was about six in the evening and it was a sunny and hot, but not humid, summer day. I wore my schoolâs white golf cap even though I hated golf and my arms and face were sticky with evaporated perspiration. The back of my red tank top was soaked with sweat, but since I was giving my arms a good tan, I did not mind the moisture much.

Joe and I were across the street from our high school and were waiting for the crosswalk sign to make its transition from the orange palm to the figure of a walking person. We talked some more. It appeared to be that traffic was getting heavier and the intersection that we were standing near was a little busier than usual. A…

February 8, 2008 (dream)

2008-02-08T03:52:53Z

I was at my grandmotherâs house and pulled off my grandmotherâs thumbnail after she handed me a rather ordinary-looking envelope. Embarrassed, I ran upstairs and entered a white Saw-esque kitchen. The room had a high ceiling with long cylindrical flourescent light bulbs. Stoves lined one side of the kitchen and the other side had some cupboards and cabinets. The two sides of this kitchen were separated by a long white table.

There was a crazy old man at the table who looked like the murderer in High Tension: bulky, dark, and unkempt. This guy was making a sandwich out of a large yellow centipede with long, spikey, thorn-like antennae protruding out of every circular section of its body. The dry body of this fiend was smashed between two halves of a loaf of long French bread.

I took the sandwich from him and started to eat it. I was halfway done with eating the whole sandwich until I thought, âWait,…