About a week ago I claimed that I was mellowing down from the issue that's been plaguing this blog for near a month now. I need to recant that statement, because it's too definite, and honestly, it's too early for me to say.
I'm sorry. It's just that everything I did for 6 months or so before things went to shit were driven by the thought of her. Now, basically just thinking of her automatically brings me back to the cold facts revealed to me that created that ever-widening gap. Look, it would have been a lot better for me if the most obscure things that I tend to naturally avoid make me cringe.
But NooOOOoo. I wake up and check my cell phone. I turn on the radio, and the first thing I hear at 102.3 is Hip Hop Music. Pain notwithstanding, the beat sounded old (not like the miserable JOKE that the majority of hip hop music is today - more on that later), suitable for a cripwalk. And the list goes on and on... umaga pa lang 'yan.
The wildcard fact of this situation (wildcard because i don't know if it's icing on the cake or the pile of crap) is that I don't have a right to feel like this in the first place. Correct?
What am I doing now? Just hoping that she at least misses me. Hope endures.
Look, I (regretfully) know that reading about this can be a bit monotonous. I guess I owe you guys other ways of killing time.. Do any of you still watch Iron Chef? Click here to go get drunk and culinarily amused.
And well well well. It seems 2pac wasn't exactly all ghetto. See, in the movie Gridlock'd, near the end of the film, he picked up a bass guitar and these words came out of his mouth:
Life is too short, I feel trapped
Hoping I don't get caught, watch my back
Lost in the traffic, heartless and tragic
Don't wanna get my ass kicked
So I walk in this mindless state, and a don't make me
feel this way
I'll tell ya
Life is a traffic jam, I'm stuck
When will you realize your fucked?
Don't try to change my ways, I'm hopeless
Victims to the games we play, stay focused
Watch for the crazy ride, don't lie
High till the day we die
I'ts my life
Tell me if you feel me
I'll tell ya
Life is a traffic jam sincerely
Stretch your mind, spoon feed your soul
3 voices you can't control
Remember life is a traffic jam
Life is a traffic jam (x4)