Imiss writing down the things that is going in my head. I just can't help myself but dwell into what ifs and return to the past then look into the present. I don't know if I'm happy or not or I'm just messing up what really is inside my head. My phone is back and I hope everything is going fine at the place where I am doing what I really love. Yes, I admit it. I love doing what the noblest profession do. It is just that I hate the part where in I have fallen in love doing it. The sad part is that I wont be doing it for too long. I hope things change. I miss it already.
I took caffeine, refrigerated buns, and a vegetable stew cooked by my brother, I just took three slices of squash, and I felt full. Today, was invigorated, I haven’t walk out of our house, I just stayed at home typed some things on the laptop brought by my sister. And I jot down things there. Caffeine took its effect I stayed awake in this time 12:07 midnight, I haven’t notice how the clock slipped so fast, like it was a minute ago, when I was sipping my cup of coffee, I was waiting for something to popped out of my brain, and let me sleep, I wonder what was in the person’s mind, in our minds. I sent the person q text message; “Thanks, I learned something today. Ciao, Richard. ” I used my mom’s phone, because I ran out of load. Anyways, we talk about thing like being drunk, love and how I was a good human being to that person. I sneeze and thoughts ran out of my mind, maybe the misty fog causes me to sneeze, it seems its getting inside, I see lizards on the ceiling will the notebook is full and I am in the last page, I hear the tickling of the clock clearly, as what I have red sounds travel faster in a damp air. Am I having Disturbia, I’m hearing bells, or maybe it is only the singing crickets, the pack of birds resting in our giant mango tree seems disturbed, I hear them tweet, I hear the barking dogs, but the sounds I hear seems to be a tambourine, but I’ll stick to the ringing bells, its like Santa is outside delivering gifts, and wishes that are granted. Today is Sunday, Praise God! How I wish in the coming hours, good news will come. I still hear it. The ringing bells or tambourine. nov 9