A River Runs Through It
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While She Waits
Book in Hand : Half a Life by V.S. Naipaul Song in Mind : ..and i'm not afraid to try it on my own... (just that phrase) Word in Mouth : Huh! Oh, I wait. Life is about waiting. For things to start. For things to end. For things that may come true, or things that will prove false. It's an endless waiting. And I guess what makes it matter is what you do while waiting. Yesterday, I waited two hours while my Dad made up his mind to finally go to the hospital. I waited another two hours to get there. Another four hours before he was diagnosed and admitted to the hospital. I waited five hours before I could assure my heart that he's going to be okay and I should be going home. Spent another two excruciating hours commuting home. Then waited half an hour for sleep to come and for my dreams to overtake me so I could leave this earth where so many things turned miserable that day. An image kept replaying in my mind. When I commuted home, I took a jeepney and got stuck in a traffic...
Early Wednesday Freak-Out
Book in Hand: Still Moving Pictures (I'm just shuffling through this book) Song in Mind: Sadly, no song comes to mind. Word in Mouth: Avert! Aaahhh, isn't it a sad day when you realize you do not have a soundtrack in your head to get you through the next 24 hours? There's just this complete cacophony of words inside my brains and it's not half as nice as a melody or a last song syndrome (even if it is that silly Chocolate song). Maybe later my soul will find a song to sing. Have been trying to sleep in the dorm room again, and again, something's been bugging me. So I just spent not more than 30 minutes trying to get a "last hirit" sleep but had to give up on it. You could only imagine how many times i've muttered the word "avert" just to keep those pesky spirits away. Sigh! And it's not even 8 a.m. Ghosts should be outlawed. One of my girl best friends is asking me to watch a documentary movie on Thursday night in Megamall. The movie'...
If Life Could Stop at Sundays
(Posted this through email last Monday, but it didn't work, so I'm just manually posting it now) Book in Hand: Moving Pictures by Terry Pratchett (Thanks Norman for lending it to me!) Song in My Head: Forgot the title but something about waiting all his life to cross a line or sumthin' Word in Mouth: Grrrr.... I Know it sounds so juvenile, but I still can't get the hang of Mondays. I still feel like fading away to a place where no one could get to me except myself and my daydreams. And the last thing I want to do right now is to whine about work, or to whine about life because I'm still pretty certain no one gets it easy on this earth. We all have our little trivial things that become the tiny devils of our lives and we all have major problems. But Mondays -- agh! I'm glad it's over. I'm now trying to resuscitate my blogging life which came to a standstill midway last year. Now, I've figured out a way to post my blogs from the e-mail and I chide myse...
