humidity
there should be something about this that we ought to write about. but right now there is just the humidity to contend with. and there is the buzz. it feels like two on a hot afternoon but instead it’s 230 am. there’s a billy zane movie on tv and the best line is all about having a good death. the temperature, on the other hand, is all about cheap wine to get the buzz. and then the free-wheeling rambling to spell check. some days are just like this. not exactly humdrum but not exactly profound. humidity in the very early morning. not about the world to save. not about who to love. or meaning. or going. not about profundity. or maybe all about profundity. what makes sense becomes relative and you just give in to inertia. and your sweat rolls down giving a bit of comfort because the fan can no longer hold back the heat. this is a good day. when the mind halts and there is nothing but buzz between the ears…the point being…there is no point…having a good death. or living for the next good breeze…living for. just living. living it. pour me some more wine in me mug, please.
post script: paksyet won. and kwangi’s mom called, he would’ve been 34 today.
mood: lethargic
music: porcelain . moby / billy zane buzz
Palandong 
paksyet won? hala, imagined a different ending just before lunch today (see late reply to bday reply, grabe synchronized pati format). hey, God has a plan. tomorrow’s another day. hopefully a lot less humid… 🙂
what goes around, comes around…my ninjas are working out. kaldereta off meal list 😉