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date: Sunday, March 22, 2009
title: My day was good, let night fall.
time: 10:00 AM
When I arrived at home around 6pm last night, I just laid down on my bed and rested my eyes for a few minutes. I haven't had enough sleep the other night. I watched a story of a family who according to the narrator, was freed by truth. In the middle of the story, the husband left the woman because he couldn't stand remembering her mistake in the past. Now, I expected and hoped that the man would come back. I assumed he wont be able to stand leaving his four children and wife for another family. Upon reaching the end of the story, I was quite shocked to know that he didn't. I thought, after being freed by truth, after confessing and asking for his forgiveness, he would then forgive his wife. His wife had suffered more than enough, paying for her mistakes years ago. The story ended with the guy never coming back. It was sad because I expected the story to have a happy ending. The husband forgiving his wife, and them living happily ever after. Maybe happy endings don't really happen in real life. People leave, people die, people suffer.The world outside is cruel. I recently edited my blog and I wrote a few lines under the profile page. Its about people and freedom. Freedom has a deep connection with forgiveness. If you know what I mean.Last Friday, friends and I went to this party entitled "Greenrock" Its an arki thing sponsored by royal elastics. There were bands, fashion shows, and an open bar. Free flowing drinks for 200 bucks. They should have been more specific about it. By drinks they meant beer. I don't drink beer. I did smoke. Again. Its probably something I cant live without. Weve been through so much together. lol. What's odd about it is i didn't bring my camera along. I realized, maybe unlike other people, I don't need everybody to witness what im doing. I need not boast about em parties, friends, and everyday activities. Privacy is something to treasure believe me. I recently had an argument with a friend. Or maybe a so-called friend? Only God knows. If you're reading this, you know I wasnt the one who started it. You wanted it, thats pretty clear. Ang matinong tanong, sinasagot ng matinong sagot. And believe me, you made it pretty clear yourself. (Na plastic ka and you were the one who snapped) Thanks for informing me beforehand. I did my part, I apologized. Now if you cant accept it, that's your problem. Not mine. It was way too humble for my part actually. Last night before sleep, I was reading the Zahir and came across a part where the author was talking about his funeral. He says when he dies, he wants to be cremated and his ash to be scattered to the winds of a place called Cebreiro on the road to Santiago. Santiago is like a place where people do pilgrimage to. Like mecca, you know. People in Paris that is. He wanted an epitaph but people who get cremated don't get an epitaph. He said if he would be lucky to have one, he would have "He died while he was still alive" to be engraved. Then I thought, what would I have in mine? |