30.10.07
I was at the park one lunch hour. Alone. Staring up at the sky. Wincing at the beaming sun. Thinking of nothing and everything. It was boring. But oddly, I found myself doing the exact same thing the following day.
Somehow, I found this boring thing therapeutic. It calms me down. It makes me see the world from a third person. Hence, giving me a more objective look at things. I need that because I have the tendency to overlook some things that I thought are doing perfectly fine yet in reality, they are already on the verge of falling apart.
O siguro malungkot lang ako. Hmmm. Malungkot ba ko?
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Speaking of malungkot, Karol and I had a pretty big blow a week ago. And the best part of it was that everyone was there to witness it. We were out of town together with my family and our entire neighbourhood for 3 days. It was supposed to be a fun-filled trip which got totally fucked up because of our fight. Well at least karol's day and mine were fucked up. I think the rest of the group managed to ignore our little scene and wander around Rotorua instead.
But anyway, like our many other fights, we ended up patching things up. Kiss and make up was sweet but too late to compensate for the whole supposedly fun Saturday that had been lost.
Nevertheless, the rest of the days after that (karol stayed in Wellington for another 2 days) had been pretty smooth and sweet. They were actually a little too smooth and sweet I thought.
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My birthday is nearing. Sigh. I can't think of anything fun to do. I just want to be happy on that day. Pano?
Somehow, I found this boring thing therapeutic. It calms me down. It makes me see the world from a third person. Hence, giving me a more objective look at things. I need that because I have the tendency to overlook some things that I thought are doing perfectly fine yet in reality, they are already on the verge of falling apart.
O siguro malungkot lang ako. Hmmm. Malungkot ba ko?
...
Speaking of malungkot, Karol and I had a pretty big blow a week ago. And the best part of it was that everyone was there to witness it. We were out of town together with my family and our entire neighbourhood for 3 days. It was supposed to be a fun-filled trip which got totally fucked up because of our fight. Well at least karol's day and mine were fucked up. I think the rest of the group managed to ignore our little scene and wander around Rotorua instead.
But anyway, like our many other fights, we ended up patching things up. Kiss and make up was sweet but too late to compensate for the whole supposedly fun Saturday that had been lost.
Nevertheless, the rest of the days after that (karol stayed in Wellington for another 2 days) had been pretty smooth and sweet. They were actually a little too smooth and sweet I thought.
...
My birthday is nearing. Sigh. I can't think of anything fun to do. I just want to be happy on that day. Pano?
// posted by jaena*** @ 15:25 
