5hours of wandering fun

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

ah its a tuesday again, the smell of fresh smoke from jeepney exhaust, the bitter chill felt from an airconditioner unit directly pointed at one's nape, the boredom, oh the boredom. but i guess it aint that bad, at least i have some time to write. begin.

yesterday's dinner was a bit out of the ordinary. the dish was a bamboo shoot concoction served with some fish. ordinary. the odd thing about yesterday's dinner however, was the fact that it was fun. yep, you heard me right. it was fun. mom, dad, lil bro and sister mary and I, we were having fun. It was extraordinary cos it was only yesterday that we had the chance to laugh together as a family. We spent time talking and it really felt great. I felt my family. I wish it would occur more often, I guess planets do align themselves.

I went to bed at 12am but was able to snooze at about 2am. I hate it, but I also wonder about it. In fact, I wondered about many things last night. I thought about life and what I wanted to do with it. I thought about my principles and beliefs. I also thought about how I could force myself to sleep. It was stressful but also quite *looking for right word*.

anyway, enough of this. KAMIGAWA spoiler list is out! yeah!!!!

-out!!!!!!!


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and then there was me.
an ambitious kid wandering alone in this train wreck called life.
fascinated by inanimate things and dastardly gaps in time.
wondering why the possibility of finding happiness
seems as slim a chance as finding penguins in the dessert.
he laughs.
laughs in mockery. laughs in fear. laughs in anger.
but his favorite laughter is that which hides the gloom
which has evolved from being an acquaintance to an intimate friend.
such is the demise of an observer trapped inside a toppled box.
ensconced inside a niche of shadows,
he laughs aloud just to drown the deafening silence

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