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Friday, September 12, 2008
oh hey. its already 12 days into ramadhan. i was so happy into the tenth day. we are already 1/3 along. isn't that something? days stretch to oblivion yet fly by without notice.

speaking oblivion its half-past 7 on a relatively active day and i am pooped! thats the thing about maghrib being at 8. that extra half-hour, despite being relatively unimportant, psychologically makes us feel like days are much, much longer than it really is.

so questions of the days remain. it is the same unassimilated, regurgitated shit. which indefinitely will pop up, whether through queries from others or simple trails of thought. so what to do. be normal. be affectionate. be vulnerable. be hard to get. be stronger. be aggressive. what difference does it make? sometimes boredom makes for the strangest cause for retaliation. and being obsessed about being on a high will get one to bad, bad places. places i've been and most definitely won't want to go back to.

weekend's here. which is uplifting.

when you've only got words and a half-heart and a lot of bagasi, when will you learn?

ps - tullamore all next week!

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