air pork and bad timing

"i love the way you say goodmorning"

Ingrid Michaelson

well its June27th and the world is still turning. michael jackson is dead, and so is farah fawcett.

to be honest this celebrity news doesnt affect me. im really not that sad.

cause people die all the time. people who actually matter to our lives.

trivia tabloid like this. its dribble.

2 years ago my grandma passed away. well, 2 years 2 days. and its funny cause the night before I was happily chatting on MSN. and the conversation took one of those unexpected deep serious turns to death. so before i went to bed, i felt suddenly awakened. and aware. like there was this presence around me. and i cant say what it was, but i definitely felt something, like a soft white light. i slept well. it completely slipped my mind what day it was and the significance of it till the next morning.

morale of the story

you dont need to believe in god to feel blessed.

needless to say lifes not simple at all, but you cant blame me for pretending it is.

h1n1 is just one of those really terrible serious things that can really mess the many plans you might have had.

and yes its true. im afraid to go clubbin because of swine flu. haha.

and other plans too. like family visitng from overseas.

sigh. i know im broke. but im feeling a sudden obligation to meet my friends. so we work around excuses like birthday parties and movies.

still. still Im waiting for that time when we can do without excuses. too much to ask for. but i can wait.

wait for a point when we have progressed beyond formalities and introductions. and luck might have it that time and space (and commitments) are in our favour. so all I feel obliged to offer, is my own thoughts and honest conversation without image to uphold or ego to butter. there is no game to play. my logic makes even a chase sound boring. "as boring as a chase." i can imagine that.

but im a runner. you must forgive me my passions.

im hungry. for food.

did i mention its a saturday?

its june 27th.

this is the best there is to offer. take it or leave it. the worlds your bitch.