first post of 2005
and i've got nothing to say. i didn't celebrate the new year. am too old for countdowns in packed, airless spaces teeming with masses biddig farewell to the old and hello to the new, and the recent tragedy left me moodless to go out and have fun in the face of so much sorrow.
so i stayed home and watched tv with my siblings. it felt good, too. and when the clock struck 12 i was watching Colour of Paradise on Central, with my mom behind me watching something else, falling asleep.
next year i plan to sleep the new year in.
that's about it. school's started. im still filming for my final yr project, among the last few groups straggling behind. documentaries are time consuming, and i picked a difficult topic. just the thing for a memorable final semester, my final few days of studying in my life.. unless i further my studies, which i have some vague notions of in the not-very-near future. for now i just want to finish school and get a job and thus, money. yes, it makes the world go round, and im standing still.
i had dinner with the kachua gang. ZL gave everyone belated christmas gifts. HW presses the brown paper package thinking it was a soft toy. it's a cactus. she got two needle thin thorns in her fingers. we spent long minutes in a spotlit corner at inside the esplanade (we'd sat outside, near the river, in after dinner chat) performing amateur surgery, trying to extract the almost-invisible thorns. we got one out, she had to go buy tweezers to perform more delicate operations on the other.
all in all, just the kind of ending that so often puts a twixt to days otherwise yawnable.
so i stayed home and watched tv with my siblings. it felt good, too. and when the clock struck 12 i was watching Colour of Paradise on Central, with my mom behind me watching something else, falling asleep.
next year i plan to sleep the new year in.
that's about it. school's started. im still filming for my final yr project, among the last few groups straggling behind. documentaries are time consuming, and i picked a difficult topic. just the thing for a memorable final semester, my final few days of studying in my life.. unless i further my studies, which i have some vague notions of in the not-very-near future. for now i just want to finish school and get a job and thus, money. yes, it makes the world go round, and im standing still.
i had dinner with the kachua gang. ZL gave everyone belated christmas gifts. HW presses the brown paper package thinking it was a soft toy. it's a cactus. she got two needle thin thorns in her fingers. we spent long minutes in a spotlit corner at inside the esplanade (we'd sat outside, near the river, in after dinner chat) performing amateur surgery, trying to extract the almost-invisible thorns. we got one out, she had to go buy tweezers to perform more delicate operations on the other.
all in all, just the kind of ending that so often puts a twixt to days otherwise yawnable.
posted by daa | 1:36 am
3 Comments:
doing too much of what you want is bad, but not doing it is just as bad. so what do you choose? moderation is also not an option cos the very word moderation means you can't do what you want. so who controls who? the mind controls the body or external influences control the mind? or maybe it's just uncontrollable..
umm.. so what're u trying to say? =) i'm confused.. btw do leave a name as courtesy.. or a pseudonym if u will.. n, most of life is not as uncontrollable as we think.. but neither isit great to be anal and try to control every single aspect of it.. cos we are yet mortal, and fallible. hindsight may b perfect, but fairly useless save as a reminder thorn not to do the wrong thing again..
nice hearing from u, stranger..
i said something similar here
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