the new year
wmp: lost prophets, Can't Stop. Gotta Date With Hate
a couple of days back i recieved a couple of letters. one of them came from aunt claire. it's been almost a decade since she last flew back to the philipines when her mother passed away. i actually wish she was still with us after so long though she probably thought i was some brat in the past. all i can say is i had the best childhood ever.
her letter wrote of how she missed us (especially my sister whom she asked for her to call back but i wish i could tell her what a bitch she has become over the years). what was saddening in the letter was when she mentioned her husband died in saudi arabia four years ago. i couldn't help but think of my old apartment at jalan rumah tinggi after reading the letter. my nap was pretty messed up after that when i dreamt of being put up at our old neighbours place(before we moved out her husband passed away because of throat cancer). it was pretty eerie because t'was no one else around in the house. i woke up wondering how she was doing now and realised lonely folks are almost everywhere. it was a sad realisation i took awhile to shake off.
it's times like these that i become so ready to put aside all that pettiness and hate. i sincerely wish everyone i can think of now good years ahead come 2008...
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12:45:00 PM
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