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Friday, January 07, 2005


transparent eyelids

i taught 10 year old Sooth of the solar system today. how the sun is just one of the many stars in the universe, how humans have launched more thousands of satellites that are orbiting earth right this moment, all that science stuff. i told him of the moon (though i forgot to say it is not made of green cheese or kuachi or marshmallow.) and the nine planets and how theres a big hole in the ozone layer and how the world can end in a few centuries or even decades. poor kid. oh well. the earlier they learn of how tiny yet significant we are, the lesser the possibility of them wanting to rule to bloody world. who would want to rule a speck of dust? only small minded gluttons.

my day started at 6.20 pm when i'm free of what i had to do and finally could see F and him alone without the crowd pressing on us. i swear, sometimes i feel like the whole world is our paparazzi. we talked on and on while walking towards the station of nothing that matters to everyone but us. and we spent like an hour at the station inventing stories of voids and pokemon and cloned alternate realities. being with F is beauty.

F reckons i am the most beautiful girl in the world. and he is convinced beyond any doubt it is true. sometimes i do believe him because how can i be any less when he looks at me that way? other times, the world yell at me and say that he is a blind man.
either way, i am not really that much concerned about it. til the train that took us home came, i made faces at F while falling in love with every sound of his laughter.
Posted by NHJ 1/07/2005 01:07:00 pm

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