a room of work

i am in a room of work. all around me, there are workpiles everywhere - folders, files, papers, notes and notepads and notebooks and note-taking materials. there are just so much notes here.

i am in my mothers office.its not really her's but the things here make it look like its her's.

i am here because i 'drove' her here.

i am here because she was 'tired'.

i am gonna be here for 2 hours. or unless i go to jill's.

being here makes me wonder when im actually going to be Here. When will arrive at that point in my life where I will be in a place such as Here.

when will i work?

why do i hafta work?

can i..

not work?

DSL

I would want DSL.

actually, i've been wanting DSL.

actually, we'd get DSL for our new house.

actually, i like our new house.

actually, were gonna split this DSL with Sam, my cousin, who lives in the same compound.

oh and actually, thats still on august.

actually.

who is..

urbana?

on lit 14

i do not know what to write;

what to say, to express or to speak.

i have no sound, no rhythm or rhyme

i have no image nor imagery, i have but time.

genius.

i just made my first link here.galing.
and it works!haha..

life...

is different now..

thats all.

you learn, you grow, you are enlightened and you know more about the world and the people in it.

after that, life becomes different. that's all.