hit again

Chronicling the 25^th of February
in the year 2008

HIT #1:
The two were lost. They wander the fields of green under the shadow of the century-old acacias. (5:45pm)

HIT #2:
Pasta Putanesca and Sunny Side-up Pizza at Nevas. These filled my night but not fulfilling enough to be a replacement for the missing piece. (7:00pm)

HIT #3:
Wireless technology is a great help but it also reminds us that distances are getting worse by the minute. Cellphones are not enough. (8:30pm)

HIT #4:
There are people who are like sparklers; they suddenly ignite a distinct flicker so exhilarating and engaging and then they fade, leaving you in earnest sacrifice of waiting. (9:04pm)

HIT #5:
So downtrodden, so gravely lost. It is a good thing comrades of unlimited joy are at the ready to hear our self-inflicted misery. (10:01pm)

HIT #6:
I communicated with a devil, a man involved in some ludicrous yet affective crime, and a mirror that cries. (10:35pm)

HIT #7:
It was not all sunshine that we get especially that it was night by this time. (11:15pm)

HIT #8:
A lot of people said I do not deserve this agonizing state but what can I do, binary oppositions must be applied. If there’s hot and cold, dim and bright, soft and hard, there must be joy and sadness. One has to succumb to desolation in order to achieve balance. (11:25pm)

HIT #9:
I was blind. I just didn’t get why some messages, no matter how short they were, pierce us the way the speeding dart hit the center of the board. “ Okei, ___ :) ” (11:34pm)

HIT #10:
I will forever treasure the craft of tying a knot. And tonight, I will give you one and hang it at a corner of your room. Let this be a reminder that for a moment I really think of you. (12:11am)

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