I went out to look for Literature text books, and instead chanced upon an eight-inch doll. Me and and my fixation for miniature dolls!
Here is NURI, my new creative whisperer. (Nuri is Egyptian unisex name/word meaning “gypsy.”)
You, wall, again, are hurting me
And treating me like a senseless kid
I fall short and hear out angry voices
Trapped in my head
I wanna snap and die
And turn waters into murk
Sand into coal
Wind into deadly clay
As this hallow night sings me
Down to sleep
Luring me to divine forgetfulness
I am blameless and understandable
I will jump from the high-rise perfection
Fall, land facedown, crash-land in a bang.
You, hateful, you, once lovable, you
Should no longer hear of me,
Such a saddening landing won’t move you anyway
Take your time, your time, your time,
As I drink and be merry to plural death.
Life here is slow, relatively. Here in my hometown, i simply let my circadian current take me, and i still manage to feel productive at the end of the day.
Here, days are longer, or so they seem. Yesterday morning I sang my heart out in a karaoke indulgence, pigged out over lechon manok and paksiw at noon time, slept the whole afternoon through, ate out in Pantalan (pier) with the whole family, and finally, bought Sansrival-flavored ice cream as a treat.
Today was rather stuffed too – a visit to the cemetery, eat out with family, music tripping and video shoot with siblings (more on this later), sleep, sleep, sleep, yummy dinner, Internet, and to come, a small-time Halloween-cake party with siblings, and who knows what else. The night is still young, as young as us. 
This is happiness, a treat I deserve much. : )
