This morning i woke up at 4 a.m. and read a book until 8 o'clock with the door open. it was windy, and it seemed like a good time to read. the sky made it look like time stood still at five o'clock in the morning. i liked it. but unfortunately i dropped back to sleep and woke up at noon. Four hours wasted.
My dog friend saw me off from at the corner again. She's the only one who ever sees me off whenever i leave for wherever it is i have to be. I open the gate, she turns her head for a look, and upon realizing its one of her human friends again, she trots off to my side, waits for a pat on the head, and walks with me up to the corner. When i start to cross the street, she looks on for a moment, and goes back to her other brown dog companion. The only kinds of gratitude she's ever gotten from me are, unfortunately, the frequent pats on the head and a small piece of bread. And it wasn't even whole when i gave it to her; i'd bitten on it already, but she gladly accepted the small gift, anyway, if you could even call it a gift. And then when i come home, she lights up as if to say, "Hey, human-friend-with-the-artificially-curled-hair, you're home! Do you have anything for me? i'm starved. No? That's ok, a pat will do...hmm, that's better...thank you."
last night, i came home and literally dropped to sleep right away, minus the pre-sleep rituals of changing into pyjamas or brushing teeth. don't say 'eeewww', i know you've been through it before. it was fun yesterday, nevertheless. went to handuraw to borrow that bass guitar, then to the Boss Grille, where high hopes swirled along with everyone else's cigarette smoke. it's a long wait till they give us a call, that is, if that call ever comes.
the other night still, i had a very interesting chat till the wee hours of the morning with three of Kadangyan's band members. they have high hopes for the seemingly increasing crowd of ethno tribal music, and i appreciate very much that they are not like other rock artists who become jealous over the success of new comers. It was not until that night that i found out that the monthly Luna festivals that Kadangyan co-organized (i should say it still has a lot of room for improvement) is actually a fund raiser for ethno tribal bands (veterans and new ones). Did you know, Reader, that they get the same fair share of the ticket sales from LunaFest as all the other new hopefuls and newbies in the music scene? we talked of a lot of other stuff, about bands and life and music and the Higher Being (more of which some other day, as i think i've rattled on enough about the past few days), and i think that it also helped a lot for yesterday's reckoning (along with the presence of three other good friends yesterday at the grille, and some beer.)
Last thursday my sister suddenly vanished. at least it's 2005, and we have gadgets and communications. i do not know when she will be back from that marathon in Bohol. She's bone-thin now, i should say. it's good she keeps a cleaner lifestyle than i do, constantly exercising and always making it a point to read the nutrition information on almost every product she picks up, although that very apparent loss of weight is already troubling. she looked better when she had more weight. can i give her some of the fat that's settling in my belly?
what's for tomorrow? i suppose i should leave it up to my to-do list. now that's sad.
