Monday, January 29, 2007

when i was a young boy,
my father took me into the city
to see a marching band.

he said,
"son, when you grow up,
will you be the saviour of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?"

the weather today was Amazing. nobuddy should be kept indoors on a glorious day like this when the he-sun unleashes his megawatt smile but the she-wind pinches your nose and fingers.

(i hate my hair! fux-ing uncoolio. then again, what's new; shall not sweat the small stuff.)

happy to snatch some time off ge's (rather) busy schedule. he knocked off at 3.30pm on a monday can.

oh happy day. happy to be happy.
(it is more difficult to speak of happy things because one is often too caught up in the excitement to sit still and pen down thoughts? it is sometimes difficult to point out what exactly was happfying; because happiness is cumulative? what was happyfying must seem insignificant/stupid* (not just silly, which is such a kind word) to others? ah, i think the lattermost is the case today, and 'insignificant' is the option to strike out. except if u are one other person -the gal pal, perhaps.)

and so it is that 1/12 of 2007 has rumbled by without me doing anything to be proud of.
i have yet bought my organizer; the year ahead is under a shroud of fog which i shall swipe at, to present more beautiful days like this.


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