i like working into the late late loneliness of night/morning.. there's a 'settledness' about being awake while most of the country is sleeping.. and sometimes i wonder, "who else is awake with me"..

i think the day is too distracting. there's too much tv, too much running around to do, attending lectures, travelling.. too full of being 'awake' and doing 'day' things.. no wonder i never get any work done during the day.

on a totally different note, daddy said today that that brown wuffy-look-a-like piggie at the pet shop is still there! oh noo.. pooor baby. he/she's been there since Jan!! others have come and gone and it still remains..

sis says it's looking really depressed. just sits there and does nothing. daddy thinks it might die soon, from lonliness and being unwanted.. i think so too. made up my mind. going to visit it tm and bargain with the shop owner with the hopes of rescuing it..

I'll be taking it off your hands. You won't have to feed it anymore. I'll be doing you a favour..

it hurts me. hurts me to the core and more. it wounds my soul that pple can be cruel/abandon their pets - they possess a soul far more beautiful beyond even the purest human. my life would have been a less meaningful one without them.

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

-- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII

sick. finally. not that i like to be sick, who does. but finally. been feeling it in my bones for the past mth (!) or so.. and so finally my body caved in.

that atypical pneumonia going round is scary ain't it? the time of the super bugs is here (again) and the time for humans to scramble to counteract them is here (again)... history does indeed repeat itself yes?

what we need now is the penicillin of the 21st century...