Friday, October 26

07:38 :: Continues

It's been a month and fifteen days, yet the smell is still outside. Of burning. The cold, night wind carries it so softly. You would imagine that same air would be gone, halfway around the world now, in the stratospheric zone or something.

But it's not. It's still hovering outside my window.

Monday, October 22

22:08 :: Useful

One of the things we bitch and moan about the most when we're younger is that the material we learn in grade school will never be of use in our lives. Or at least, no one's going to care what kind of rock is a slate when you're doing programming for an IT firm. The difference, though, is now: I'm shoving numbers down my throat, studying for an accounting mid-term. And for once, I don't seem to mind.

For once, I know this is the foundation of what I'll be doing tomorrow. This is useful shit, yo. Useful shit, indeed.

03:50 :: Bigger

Stuart Smalley style: Tonight, for a split second, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked into my own eyes. For that split second, it felt like I was growing up. My eyes, red due to lack of sleep, spoke back: "Look at you, boy." And it's like that — One day we're worrying about not getting that Transformers model piece for our birthday, and the next day we're wondering if we'll get that job offer, one that'll work us a hundred hours a week.

What's funnier? We don't mind working those hundred hours. It's what we strive for.

Sunday, October 21

03:59 :: Naptime

Since around 7th Grade, I've listeneted to some sort of audio while going to sleep. It used to be the radio, listening to mainstream pop (97.9 The Box or 104 KRBE). Then it turned to oldies for a short while (Oldies 94.5). Then I had a sudden obsession with sports talk radio (610 KILT). Of course, progressively enough, the final leg, which has now remained with me for a considerable period of time, became cd audio/mp3.

Moving on: Over the last few weeks, I've been listening to the same song on repeat every night: "Left and Leaving" by The Weakerthans. Usually, when there are songs that strike a chord, they always have a line or two which stand out, for which that song is then remembered. For this one, it's not that simple. All the lyrics are relatively plain; it's just that they're placed next to each other in some sort of an intricate pattern to create a holistic effect, like a well-knit sweater. When it's rather cold outside. And somehow, this song, like that sweater, keeps me warm.