the inevitability or probability of being dissolved

Friday, September 17, 2004

ah the blank page...it stares at me again. fortunately, i have been saving a lot of thoughts since my last post so i'm quite ready to shell all or most of em out now. where to start...hmm...recent events first. i woke up today at 6:15. my first class was supposed to be at 7am. got out of the house at 6:30, rode the train at 6:45 and arrived in school at 7:32am. I was late. I went to the class to find 3 students inside with no prof. I went in and sat there with them. they told me that the class could be dissolved, at first i was troubled, but as it sank in, i realized that i really didnt care. that's that. moving on... yesterday a lola got her leg ranover by a jeepney. a teeny little voice started shouting and badgering me saying "HOY TANGINA WAG KANG TUMAYO DYAN TULUNGAN MO YUNG LOLA!" but i was struck with the bizarre encounter that i just froze there. I was with weltsch when i saw the freakin accident. I remember looking at him as if searching for a reaction and all he said was "tsong sakay na ko ha" in a casual manner. maybe he was shock struck too or maybe he just needed to go home already. anyway, i walked away also since a lot of other people were already aiding the lola. i walked away ashamed. i kept telling myself that i couldn't do whack to help her but i knew that i couldve helped if i really wanted to. but like the sight of a naked chinita ramp model with flowing silky hair, the whole event just slipped my mind as fast as it had come. and all i could say was...

"oh well... "
*whistles*

-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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