the silent speaks (or writes.)

6.15.2005

the wrong side of the bed?

six-forty, sun up. sitting on the far end of a moving jeepney, i was the usual tranquil guy after waking up (solely because... i was not fully awake yet.) the vehicle stopped at an intersection. looking outside, i fell into a deep trance, staring at a green facade of leaves... until a horde of passengers blocked my view and stopped the spell. after regaining the clear view, i soon realized that i should've gone down the jeep earlier. but the thing was moving again.

and just like that, there's the quick conclusion: this day will be, under no circumstances... a fine day.and true enough; upon entering the classroom, i was sporting my bedtime sleepy-eyed, body-battered, thoroughly stressed expression. later in the day i would develop a mild cold, my eyes would water up half a dozen times due to a very funny feeling (actually lax and sleep) and then transform into a jovial hyperactive psycho - all in a span of... six hours.

and i blew up a chemistry quiz, and sighed at a mediocre score in a math test, with all results posted near the board. and i also forgot that i had set up a brief chit-chat with someone after classes. i only caught up with myself five minutes before the set time.

but at least, after the 'meeting,' i was quite enlightened and refreshed a tiny little bit.

why short-lived? because ten minutes later it would rain, while i was walking along north edsa. and because the friend who i just talked to did not have an umbrella with her. nor did i..

not that i cared about the rain. in fact, i like it.

generally, it was a long, slow, very slow day.

the silent spoke up on 20:57

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