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I followed some duck tracks. Haha.



I didn't find them right away. I found them under the deck out front in the end.



Have a blessed Thanksgiving, everyone!

More Writings

This happened awhile back actually. Some of my short fiction pieces have been featured on this website called:

http://555stories.com/

To read them or just browse through, click "Short Fictions" and scroll (middle scroller) all the way down to the bottom.

There should be a list of my stuff down there somewhere.



Alternatively, you can view the "text only" page, by clicking here:

http://555stories.com/phoebe.html

Disclaimer:
There are stories with elements of death and suicide merely because they were initially writing assignments for an english class. I just thought I've spent too much time on them and that it deserves a little public eye and critique. Feel free to browse and make comments!

Freedom Talk

I'm free.

Finally.

Freedom Talk

A day I wish never was.

Nevertheless, it's a good time to forget.

It's a good time to forgive.

Whispered Repentance

I wrote this in 2002.

You came to me in a whisper,
Like a stranger, yet so familiar
My heart pounds louder and louder
Into my head; deeper and deeper
Your voice I seem to know; I've heard it once before
From you I've turned away
Yet you came to me today
In your presence; I'm awe-strickened
My body weakens
I feel myself fall into your embrace
I look up and see your face
It shone in deeper ambience
How could I have endured your absence?
My eyes cloud into a torrential downpour
I feel emptied right down to my core
Faceless and impure; I didn't know who I was anymore
Reality sweeps me over
All I wanted was to be like you
So here in your cover
My new skin breaks through
My old self dies as you take me into the skies....
I remember you coming to me in a whisper
Ah, yes, but yesterday seems distant; today I'm different
I'm becoming You.

New Insignia

Haha. This is the result of having too much free time.

From now on (and for a season), if you receive an email from me, you will see this bit under my name:

.......
.......

Love,
Phoebe!!

You have received this email to facilitate your privilege as a member of The Exclusive Phoebe Circle. If you don't want to receive emails like this to your external email account in the future, please click here to remove your email address from the subscription/notification list.

*chuckles*

I know. I know.

Lame.

p/s : yes, the "here" link in the above paragraph is actually connected to a valid URL.

Here it comes, here it comes now!

A Beautiful Collision - David Crowder Band

Awesome Song and Soundtrack of the Day!

Kuala Lumpur...,

Petaling Jaya...,


Segambut, Selayang, Kepong.....,

Here we come!

"Here it comes, a beautiful collision
It's happening now
There seems no end to where you begin and
There I am now
You and I, Collide

Here it comes, Here it comes,
Here it comes now...."

Picture Sources:
http://www.skyscrapercity.com/showthread.php?t=436816
http://perpettualy15.wordpress.com/
http://www.solarnavigator.net/geography/malaysia.htm

Sooner or Later

You know something?
I knew.
I saw it coming. I saw myself in it. I saw it all.

I knew it was going to happen.
Sooner or Later.

I knew it was inevitable.
unavoidable.
But God, i didn't know it would be so soon.

I'm too tired to sleep.
Too tired to breathe.

But with the little strength i have left today, I must remind myself
That I still believe
ALL things work together for good, for those who love him.
"Oh, God i believe! Please help me believe."
(A Line from "Sooner or Later")

This song by Switchfoot became my soundtrack for the day for obvious reasons.

Artist: Switchfoot

Sooner Or Later

Come back and haunt me

Follow me home

Give me a motive

Swallow me whole

They say I've lost it

What could I know

When I'm but a mockery

I'm so alone

Sooner or later

you'll find out

There's a hole in the wall

Today is ours

Condemned to be free

Free to keep breathing

Free to believe

I look to find You

Down on my knees

Oh God, I believe!

Please help me believe

Sooner or later

they'll find out

There's a hole in the wall

Sooner or later

you'll find out

That you'll dream to be that small

I'm a believer, help me believe

I gave it all away

and I lost who I am

I threw it all away

With everything to gain

And I'm taking the leap

With dreams of shrinking

Yeah, dreams of shrinking

This video had never felt more real to me than today.
Sink or swim.

I sunk.


Signed in tears.

When Wednesday Met Thursday

by Phoebe Lee Matthews

Darkness.
...was all I could see when Wednesday met Thursday. My timepiece indicated an incredibly foreign hour of the morning. Couldn't really understand my body's enthusiasm to meet the day. Neither could i comprehend why an ingenius and divine concept, such as sleep, could ever be this elusive. Pure in-

Sanity.
...is what I have in moderate amounts these days. A shame, that. 'Tis sanity that keeps most of us afloat, even in the most deplorable of conditions. And this very same trait, I lack. I dislike my insomnia-like moments with great intensity. It robs me of concentration. Retarded, i seem to be, for the better part of the day; and all thanks to the tiny men at war in my already delirious grey matter. Why all the strife, you ask? I'll never really know for sure, but i have some -

Ideas.
...Fulfillment, for one. I guess i'm never quite satisfied with each passing day. It seems like all i ever do is survive. Survive peer pressure, survive obligation, survive bureaucracy, survive iniquity. Next is wretched Conformity. To feel safe, to belong and all that balderdash. We've been taught to follow things blindly and we've all wound up stuck in waist-deep sludge. What a way to live. Barely...

Awake.
...I sullenly watch as my fingers drummed the table in an unsettled fashion. Still uncertain. Did the waist-deep sludge around me ooze out from my very own pores? Or was it just there all along, waiting innocently for some poor cretin to step in it, yell a string of inaudible curses - break into melancholy song ( i.e. Nobody Knows The Trouble I've Seen) and contemplate suicide simultaneously, whilst painfully submerging into the bottomless, tar-like puddle at a disgraceful rate of one centimeter per minute? Either way, I only have myself to blame for being here. Nevertheless, everything in me, the very essence that survives me, cries out to escape the System, to be my own person, to be contrary; different to the reeking normalcy of today's stale-tuna-sandwich culture. Tiny men at war in my head. Conformity Vs. Individuality. The bugle has sounded. The battle is -

ON.
...The bold word returned my blank gaze. I'd been fumbling around in the dark and a bump or two later, the lights had flickered on, swallowing the darkness that once engulfed my personal space. I remained in the deafening silence, eyes still getting accustomed to the shocking brightness that now illuminated every nook and cranny. My finger, still on the switch, lay motionless; frozen-like; as I stood stupefied at the single-syllabled word: ON. Right below was it's regal antonym, in similar print. OFF.

ON.
OFF.
ON.

...How feeble our faith. How feeble our lives. How great the Creator.

OFF.
ON.
OFF.

Darkness.
... was all I could see when Wednesday met Thursday, and when Thursday met Friday, when life met death, when train met tunnel. Just spaces void of -

Light.
... was all I could see as the tunnel approached its end - when life met eternity, when men met God.

Written January, 2006