[ [shakespeare cliche a reality] ]
-Wednesday, June 01, 2005-
the music blasts loudly into the background.
the apparent reason. facts of life that shines bright and neon-like. its just there. no way of defending yourself from it. its been a very happy day i must say. for someone was born. but somehow there is this hollowness in everything present. that pressing issue still lingers in my mind.
then an epiphany strikes. i want something. i hope i will be able to get. i want to turn to my mom and tug at her skirt and point at the something in the display case and say with child-like granduer "mommy i want that for my birthday". with a grace unspoken for she would say "of course u can have it". i want to try squeeze an ipod or something similar out of my mom. hope it would be that easy.
then i shall walk out of my house down into a sea of eaters. and dine.