we move on. people around us move on. sorry for being sentimental, I'm blaming the winds and rain, but people, where are we? where are the songs we used to listen to? why don't we hang out anymore? why don't i play guitar anymore? why don't i sit down to write poems anymore? argh. its tough to think about such things. like grasping the air for a hug, it's just not possible to go back through time. we move on.
I'm all ok with that, but i hope sometimes i can go back. sometimes. like today, when i want to hang out with my college friends in lb and eat twister fries. twister fries! such a significant food for me. i think ill cry at my first bite of twister fries. hay.
is it weird that i find all sorts of symbolisms in gail's gesture of buying me army navy's FREEDOM fries when i asked him to buy twister fries (there was no mcdo in his route home)? may kasama pang cream cheese para makagawa ako ng aking favorite cracker dip. hehe.
ps: here's rivermaya's 20 million, for your reference. if you don't find it good, gash what is wrong with you!