‘i used to always be in that crowd.’
i noticed the bourgeois in formal gear, all getting ready for the much-awaited ball. they were all pumped up, conversating about the good times that may be for the marveled occasion. despite the snow, everybody looked like they were all in happy spirits. i smelled the essence of wine in the air, assuming that some of them hailed the rise of high spirits as prologue to their drunken stupor. the blithe chatter slowly faded away as i furthered my way to the other direction. to the direction of tranquility, where i long for my lady’s embrace in the darkness.
while passing through a familiar district, i saw this long line snaking through the corners of a downtown club. the line encompassed a majority of black-clothed party-seekers, all but craving to savor the full-blasted sounds resonating from the insulated and heated walls of the inside. i searched for familiar faces, only to see a recurrence of smiles and gestures in the cold. the red light turned green, and i reached past a few blocks to the freeway; half an hour away where my mom and the rest of the family were having an entertaining and palatable friday evening dinner with my relatives.
i passed by frat houses along piedmont, streets where college students roamed around on a friday night, a club on my way to oakland airport, and now i’m here doing my thing. my own thing. must be another one of those phases.
‘i used to always see myself in that crowd.’
a few innocent years ago, i decided to ride on a busy rush hour transit. one of my aunts invited me to baby-sit my cousins while she took off doing errands. on the ride, i saw people reading the journal, talking business on their mobile phones with their associates and clients, and maybe waiting to have this usual workday be over with. they got off on their respective downtown stations while i went past my way towards the other end of suburbia…
life is like a wheel. you never know where it’ll take you. sometimes you’re down, sometimes you’re all the way up. such is life, so i rather make the most out of every phase while i can.
on the lighter side of things, msnbc reports that today (01.24.05) is the worst day of the year. a british psychologist claims this by such formula.
W + (D-d)] x TQ
M x NA
the equation is broken down into seven variables: weather, (D) debt, (d) monthly salary, (T) time since christmas, (Q) time since failed quit attempt, (M) low motivational levels and (NA) the need to take action.
more details on the link.