Friday, June 18, 2004
Homeward Bound
Withered maybe but alive I'm still
After studying the undeniable inaccuracies of Zaide, the representation of reality through fiction, and the concept of sheer mathematical boredom through the eyes of Muga, my body was subjected to a brief yet exhasperating drudgery of dragging myself, my laptop, and my soiled clothes through kilometers of hot and arid metropolitan landscape - homeward bound.
I had never imagined how exhausting it would be to simply go home on a Friday afternoon. It was as if the life force in my body escaped me. After roughly two hours of travel which included a ride in the Megatren (which is the only enjoyable part of the trip), a short walk across the hot Cubao afternoon, and a seering ordinary bus ride to Sucat across unsurprising traffic, I laid myself across my own bed trying to regain strength and reason lost after an uneventful first week of college.
I'm tired. I'm so tired. I'm very tired. Tired I am. Free writing.. Prixie's unshaved armpits.. oh well.. 'til the day my spark goes back to life, ciao!
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