To mi padre: ˇFeliz cumpleanos! Still going strong and good looking as ever!
(Though I think he'd squirm had he known I thought he was way over 50!)
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Tuesday, January 6, 2004, 08:43 p.m.
The New Year
It's a bit strange but I suffered a little depression this new year.
I know people usually do, all those stupid resolutions and stuff but as I rarely thought of those I wasn't the kind to have depression heaving down on me.
Maybe it was the heavy rain and a bit of flood seeping in just two days before the new year. Maybe it was just the workloads, none of which were finished... School too, had been haunting me. If I failed this term, I'd have another year to go - again.
It's creating a big, heavy doomed cloud above me.
From the love front, nothing better had arisen. If anything, I should think something bad had happened. He merely sent a Christmas wish but enough to rattle what I thought to be my healed composure.
I've succumbed to brooding and thinking I didn't want to let go, while I know, banged-into-mind know that I should.
Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know, why the sky's blue
Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you
Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind says when she cries
I'm speeding by the place that I met you
for the ninety-seventh time tonight
...If I could ask God just one question:
Why aren't you here with me tonight?
...Someday we'll know why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go, dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know that I was the one for you
During the sleepless night when Jakarta was washed by pouring rain 6 hours straight; my aunty, Ayu and I had to evacuate and sleep in the living room with boxes of my stuff pulled out of the room - I picked up this book I've read just once, a long time ago (vaguely knew it was a premonition of what's coming.)
It was a novel written by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, Sister of My Heart, and although it was one of the few books I can dub beautiful, I wouldn't read it too often.
The story was too tragic and too real, not to mention devastatingly heartbreaking.
There wasn't too much paralism between the story and my own but it tells of a love that wasn't meant to be and the background of the story was very thick with things that reminded me of him.
*Laugh* Not a good note to begin the new year, isn't it?
Well, at least, Iker started out good. Madrid beat Murcia 1-0.
Happy New Year, everybody!
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