kettle

Alone today.

Armed with a cup of brewed coffee from this morning and two sandwiches, I find myself curled up on the big yellow chair in the patio. The weather is just right, and the ghastly yellow glow of the sunset does it's daily parade before it vanishes at the back of victor's peak. The breeze is cool, and easily lifts my mood. I can stay here all afternoon, and I probably will.

This kind of bliss is a luxury. I cannot ask for anything else. But gladly will I trade all this for something I cannot attain. But then, what I ask for is far beyond bliss.

(far beyond san jose, far beyond nula tula, far beyond leyte and samar. random joke)

left foot out of order = power training for my right leg + enough thinking to extend sanity account for the next two weeks.

Memory gap kaba? Kasi you make me forget i'm hurting.