morgueville,heartland living.

it is a hard rain. like as though those who perished are crying. yet it seems like the heavens are cleaning down the pain and gloom of the yesterdays. it is still raining outside. felt a warmth of comfort in my blanket as i slept through the cold morning, hoping i never had to wake up. i miss waking up to the bright sunnydale, when light peeked through the curtain.

and i am finally 19.

the past week seemed like a week of solitude had manifested in me. like thoughts running at the back of my head whilst turns of events churned out at the end of a chapter. it was like my voice narrated in my own thoughts as the reels rolled. i was in my own world. and i didn't like what i see.

i am not going to list my resolutions for whatever. not because i didn't believe in it, but rather i know that at the back of my cynical head, superstition sometimes reign supreme. and listing my resolutions, or my checklist, would be jinxing it. (my sister called it pinnacle of procrastination. i was like, otherwise.) (i used to think if the bus managed to get passed a changing traffic light before it turned red, i would be in luck the entire day.) (anyhow.) i guess i will subconsciously change myself for the better, throw away the garbage once in a while. waking up in the rainy morning and smell the coffee.

oh. two thousand four just passed me by.

earwax: john mayer - daughters; ravi prashad - worship of the snake; the white stripes - hello operator,the motorcycle diaries soundtrack.
literature: gabriel garcia marquez - one hundred years of solitude.

(thank you to all who remembered my birthday. it was such a surprise!)