Monday, October 4, 2004

The Morning Hours

When we finally decided to eat at Izzi Pizza Kuningan last night, me and Sacha had a long talk about a lot of stuff, as we usually do. I'll spare you the details, but here's one sentence i said that came after long contemplation: for me, it's not the lonely nights, but the lonely mornings that are hard. Waking up, taking a shower, dressing, and getting on the bus, not meeting anybody, not talking to anybody, and everybody on the bus mutually oblivoius to one another, concerned of the day ahead. The nights i can take, because you still can hook up with someone to have dinner or something, or do dozens of other things. It's the drab, monotonous morning, from the moment lazing out of bed, rushing to the bathroom, standing confused in front of the clothes cabinet, and wondering what to have for breakfast, the exact machinations, that make it more depressing. And it's damn depressing to have a depressing morning. But once you get into the day, the feeling fades or forgets...

And one thing about blogs: i dreamed last night someone complained to me that part of the contents of my blog was inappropriate for public web viewing. that got me thinking on what i should actually write here.

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